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’
Why
,
you
yourself
—
you
wear
the
colour
too
?
’
he
said
.
‘
Windows
are
closed
that
never
used
to
be
by
day
.
What
does
this
mean
?
’
Again
the
woman
said
she
could
not
tell
.
‘
We
must
go
back
,
’
said
the
old
man
,
hurriedly
.
‘
We
must
see
what
this
is
.
’
‘
No
,
no
,
’
cried
the
child
,
detaining
him
.
‘
Remember
what
you
promised
.
Our
way
is
to
the
old
green
lane
,
where
she
and
I
so
often
were
,
and
where
you
found
us
,
more
than
once
,
making
those
garlands
for
her
garden
.
Do
not
turn
back
!
’
‘
Where
is
she
now
?
’
said
the
old
man
.
‘
Tell
me
that
.
’
‘
Do
you
not
know
?
’
returned
the
child
.
‘
Did
we
not
leave
her
,
but
just
now
?
’
‘
True
.
True
.
It
was
her
we
left
—
was
it
?
’
He
pressed
his
hand
upon
his
brow
,
looked
vacantly
round
,
and
as
if
impelled
by
a
sudden
thought
,
crossed
the
road
,
and
entered
the
sexton
’
s
house
.
He
and
his
deaf
assistant
were
sitting
before
the
fire
.
Both
rose
up
,
on
seeing
who
it
was
.
The
child
made
a
hasty
sign
to
them
with
his
hand
.
It
was
the
action
of
an
instant
,
but
that
,
and
the
old
man
’
s
look
,
were
quite
enough
.
