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With
such
persuasive
words
as
pity
and
affection
could
suggest
,
they
prevailed
upon
him
to
sit
among
them
and
hear
what
they
should
tell
him
.
Then
endeavouring
by
every
little
artifice
to
prepare
his
mind
for
what
must
come
,
and
dwelling
with
many
fervent
words
upon
the
happy
lot
to
which
she
had
been
removed
,
they
told
him
,
at
last
,
the
truth
.
The
moment
it
had
passed
their
lips
,
he
fell
down
among
them
like
a
murdered
man
.
For
many
hours
,
they
had
little
hope
of
his
surviving
;
but
grief
is
strong
,
and
he
recovered
.
If
there
be
any
who
have
never
known
the
blank
that
follows
death
—
the
weary
void
—
the
sense
of
desolation
that
will
come
upon
the
strongest
minds
,
when
something
familiar
and
beloved
is
missed
at
every
turn
—
the
connection
between
inanimate
and
senseless
things
,
and
the
object
of
recollection
,
when
every
household
god
becomes
a
monument
and
every
room
a
grave
—
if
there
be
any
who
have
not
known
this
,
and
proved
it
by
their
own
experience
,
they
can
never
faintly
guess
how
,
for
many
days
,
the
old
man
pined
and
moped
away
the
time
,
and
wandered
here
and
there
as
seeking
something
,
and
had
no
comfort
.
Whatever
power
of
thought
or
memory
he
retained
,
was
all
bound
up
in
her
.
He
never
understood
,
or
seemed
to
care
to
understand
,
about
his
brother
.
To
every
endearment
and
attention
he
continued
listless
.
If
they
spoke
to
him
on
this
,
or
any
other
theme
—
save
one
—
he
would
hear
them
patiently
for
awhile
,
then
turn
away
,
and
go
on
seeking
as
before
.
On
that
one
theme
,
which
was
in
his
and
all
their
minds
,
it
was
impossible
to
touch
.
Dead
!
He
could
not
hear
or
bear
the
word
.
The
slightest
hint
of
it
would
throw
him
into
a
paroxysm
,
like
that
he
had
had
when
it
was
first
spoken
.
In
what
hope
he
lived
,
no
man
could
tell
;
but
that
he
had
some
hope
of
finding
her
again
—
some
faint
and
shadowy
hope
,
deferred
from
day
to
day
,
and
making
him
from
day
to
day
more
sick
and
sore
at
heart
—
was
plain
to
all
.
They
bethought
them
of
a
removal
from
the
scene
of
this
last
sorrow
;
of
trying
whether
change
of
place
would
rouse
or
cheer
him
.
His
brother
sought
the
advice
of
those
who
were
accounted
skilful
in
such
matters
,
and
they
came
and
saw
him
.
Some
of
the
number
staid
upon
the
spot
,
conversed
with
him
when
he
would
converse
,
and
watched
him
as
he
wandered
up
and
down
,
alone
and
silent
.
Move
him
where
they
might
,
they
said
,
he
would
ever
seek
to
get
back
there
.
His
mind
would
run
upon
that
spot
.
If
they
confined
him
closely
,
and
kept
a
strict
guard
upon
him
,
they
might
hold
him
prisoner
,
but
if
he
could
by
any
means
escape
,
he
would
surely
wander
back
to
that
place
,
or
die
upon
the
road
.
The
boy
,
to
whom
he
had
submitted
at
first
,
had
no
longer
any
influence
with
him
.
At
times
he
would
suffer
the
child
to
walk
by
his
side
,
or
would
even
take
such
notice
of
his
presence
as
giving
him
his
hand
,
or
would
stop
to
kiss
his
cheek
,
or
pat
him
on
the
head
.
At
other
times
,
he
would
entreat
him
—
not
unkindly
—
to
be
gone
,
and
would
not
brook
him
near
.
But
,
whether
alone
,
or
with
this
pliant
friend
,
or
with
those
who
would
have
given
him
,
at
any
cost
or
sacrifice
,
some
consolation
or
some
peace
of
mind
,
if
happily
the
means
could
have
been
devised
;
he
was
at
all
times
the
same
—
with
no
love
or
care
for
anything
in
life
—
a
broken
-
hearted
man
.
At
length
,
they
found
,
one
day
,
that
he
had
risen
early
,
and
,
with
his
knapsack
on
his
back
,
his
staff
in
hand
,
her
own
straw
hat
,
and
little
basket
full
of
such
things
as
she
had
been
used
to
carry
,
was
gone
.
As
they
were
making
ready
to
pursue
him
far
and
wide
,
a
frightened
schoolboy
came
who
had
seen
him
,
but
a
moment
before
,
sitting
in
the
church
—
upon
her
grave
,
he
said
.
