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She
would
take
her
station
here
,
at
dusk
,
and
watch
the
people
as
they
passed
up
and
down
the
street
,
or
appeared
at
the
windows
of
the
opposite
houses
;
wondering
whether
those
rooms
were
as
lonesome
as
that
in
which
she
sat
,
and
whether
those
people
felt
it
company
to
see
her
sitting
there
,
as
she
did
only
to
see
them
look
out
and
draw
in
their
heads
again
.
There
was
a
crooked
stack
of
chimneys
on
one
of
the
roofs
,
in
which
,
by
often
looking
at
them
,
she
had
fancied
ugly
faces
that
were
frowning
over
at
her
and
trying
to
peer
into
the
room
;
and
she
felt
glad
when
it
grew
too
dark
to
make
them
out
,
though
she
was
sorry
too
,
when
the
man
came
to
light
the
lamps
in
the
street
—
for
it
made
it
late
,
and
very
dull
inside
.
Then
,
she
would
draw
in
her
head
to
look
round
the
room
and
see
that
everything
was
in
its
place
and
hadn
’
t
moved
;
and
looking
out
into
the
street
again
,
would
perhaps
see
a
man
passing
with
a
coffin
on
his
back
,
and
two
or
three
others
silently
following
him
to
a
house
where
somebody
lay
dead
;
which
made
her
shudder
and
think
of
such
things
until
they
suggested
afresh
the
old
man
’
s
altered
face
and
manner
,
and
a
new
train
of
fears
and
speculations
.
If
he
were
to
die
—
if
sudden
illness
had
happened
to
him
,
and
he
were
never
to
come
home
again
,
alive
—
if
,
one
night
,
he
should
come
home
,
and
kiss
and
bless
her
as
usual
,
and
after
she
had
gone
to
bed
and
had
fallen
asleep
and
was
perhaps
dreaming
pleasantly
,
and
smiling
in
her
sleep
,
he
should
kill
himself
and
his
blood
come
creeping
,
creeping
,
on
the
ground
to
her
own
bed
-
room
door
!
These
thoughts
were
too
terrible
to
dwell
upon
,
and
again
she
would
have
recourse
to
the
street
,
now
trodden
by
fewer
feet
,
and
darker
and
more
silent
than
before
.
The
shops
were
closing
fast
,
and
lights
began
to
shine
from
the
upper
windows
,
as
the
neighbours
went
to
bed
.
By
degrees
,
these
dwindled
away
and
disappeared
or
were
replaced
,
here
and
there
,
by
a
feeble
rush
-
candle
which
was
to
burn
all
night
.
Still
,
there
was
one
late
shop
at
no
great
distance
which
sent
forth
a
ruddy
glare
upon
the
pavement
even
yet
,
and
looked
bright
and
companionable
.
But
,
in
a
little
time
,
this
closed
,
the
light
was
extinguished
,
and
all
was
gloomy
and
quiet
,
except
when
some
stray
footsteps
sounded
on
the
pavement
,
or
a
neighbour
,
out
later
than
his
wont
,
knocked
lustily
at
his
house
-
door
to
rouse
the
sleeping
inmates
.
When
the
night
had
worn
away
thus
far
(
and
seldom
now
until
it
had
)
the
child
would
close
the
window
,
and
steal
softly
down
stairs
,
thinking
as
she
went
that
if
one
of
those
hideous
faces
below
,
which
often
mingled
with
her
dreams
,
were
to
meet
her
by
the
way
,
rendering
itself
visible
by
some
strange
light
of
its
own
,
how
terrified
she
would
be
.
But
these
fears
vanished
before
a
well
-
trimmed
lamp
and
the
familiar
aspect
of
her
own
room
.
After
praying
fervently
,
and
with
many
bursting
tears
,
for
the
old
man
,
and
the
restoration
of
his
peace
of
mind
and
the
happiness
they
had
once
enjoyed
,
she
would
lay
her
head
upon
the
pillow
and
sob
herself
to
sleep
:
often
starting
up
again
,
before
the
day
-
light
came
,
to
listen
for
the
bell
and
respond
to
the
imaginary
summons
which
had
roused
her
from
her
slumber
.
One
night
,
the
third
after
Nelly
’
s
interview
with
Mrs
Quilp
,
the
old
man
,
who
had
been
weak
and
ill
all
day
,
said
he
should
not
leave
home
.
The
child
’
s
eyes
sparkled
at
the
intelligence
,
but
her
joy
subsided
when
they
reverted
to
his
worn
and
sickly
face
.
‘
Two
days
,
’
he
said
,
‘
two
whole
,
clear
,
days
have
passed
,
and
there
is
no
reply
.
What
did
he
tell
thee
,
Nell
?
’
‘
Exactly
what
I
told
you
,
dear
grandfather
,
indeed
.
’
‘
True
,
’
said
the
old
man
,
faintly
.
‘
Yes
.
But
tell
me
again
,
Nell
.
My
head
fails
me
.
What
was
it
that
he
told
thee
?
Nothing
more
than
that
he
would
see
me
to
-
morrow
or
next
day
?
That
was
in
the
note
.
’
‘
Nothing
more
,
’
said
the
child
.
‘
Shall
I
go
to
him
again
to
-
morrow
,
dear
grandfather
?
Very
early
?
I
will
be
there
and
back
,
before
breakfast
.
’
