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They
hastened
there
,
and
going
softly
to
the
door
,
espied
him
in
the
attitude
of
one
who
waited
patiently
.
They
did
not
disturb
him
then
,
but
kept
a
watch
upon
him
all
that
day
.
When
it
grew
quite
dark
,
he
rose
and
returned
home
,
and
went
to
bed
,
murmuring
to
himself
,
‘
She
will
come
to
-
morrow
!
’
Upon
the
morrow
he
was
there
again
from
sunrise
until
night
;
and
still
at
night
he
laid
him
down
to
rest
,
and
murmured
,
‘
She
will
come
to
-
morrow
!
’
And
thenceforth
,
every
day
,
and
all
day
long
,
he
waited
at
her
grave
,
for
her
.
How
many
pictures
of
new
journeys
over
pleasant
country
,
of
resting
-
places
under
the
free
broad
sky
,
of
rambles
in
the
fields
and
woods
,
and
paths
not
often
trodden
—
how
many
tones
of
that
one
well
-
remembered
voice
,
how
many
glimpses
of
the
form
,
the
fluttering
dress
,
the
hair
that
waved
so
gaily
in
the
wind
—
how
many
visions
of
what
had
been
,
and
what
he
hoped
was
yet
to
be
—
rose
up
before
him
,
in
the
old
,
dull
,
silent
church
!
He
never
told
them
what
he
thought
,
or
where
he
went
He
would
sit
with
them
at
night
,
pondering
with
a
secret
satisfaction
,
they
could
see
,
upon
the
flight
that
he
and
she
would
take
before
night
came
again
;
and
still
they
would
hear
him
whisper
in
his
prayers
,
‘
Lord
!
Let
her
come
to
-
morrow
!
’
The
last
time
was
on
a
genial
day
in
spring
.
He
did
not
return
at
the
usual
hour
,
and
they
went
to
seek
him
.
He
was
lying
dead
upon
the
stone
.
They
laid
him
by
the
side
of
her
whom
he
had
loved
so
well
;
and
,
in
the
church
where
they
had
often
prayed
,
and
mused
,
and
lingered
hand
in
hand
,
the
child
and
the
old
man
slept
together
.
The
magic
reel
,
which
,
rolling
on
before
,
has
led
the
chronicler
thus
far
,
now
slackens
in
its
pace
,
and
stops
.
It
lies
before
the
goal
;
the
pursuit
is
at
an
end
.
It
remains
but
to
dismiss
the
leaders
of
the
little
crowd
who
have
borne
us
company
upon
the
road
,
and
so
to
close
the
journey
.
Foremost
among
them
,
smooth
Sampson
Brass
and
Sally
,
arm
in
arm
,
claim
our
polite
attention
.
Mr
Sampson
,
then
,
being
detained
,
as
already
has
been
shown
,
by
the
justice
upon
whom
he
called
,
and
being
so
strongly
pressed
to
protract
his
stay
that
he
could
by
no
means
refuse
,
remained
under
his
protection
for
a
considerable
time
,
during
which
the
great
attention
of
his
entertainer
kept
him
so
extremely
close
,
that
he
was
quite
lost
to
society
,
and
never
even
went
abroad
for
exercise
saving
into
a
small
paved
yard
.
So
well
,
indeed
,
was
his
modest
and
retiring
temper
understood
by
those
with
whom
he
had
to
deal
,
and
so
jealous
were
they
of
his
absence
,
that
they
required
a
kind
of
friendly
bond
to
be
entered
into
by
two
substantial
housekeepers
,
in
the
sum
of
fifteen
hundred
pounds
a
-
piece
,
before
they
would
suffer
him
to
quit
their
hospitable
roof
—
doubting
,
it
appeared
,
that
he
would
return
,
if
once
let
loose
,
on
any
other
terms
.
Mr
Brass
,
struck
with
the
humour
of
this
jest
,
and
carrying
out
its
spirit
to
the
utmost
,
sought
from
his
wide
connection
a
pair
of
friends
whose
joint
possessions
fell
some
halfpence
short
of
fifteen
pence
,
and
proffered
them
as
bail
—
for
that
was
the
merry
word
agreed
upon
both
sides
.
