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The
old
man
shook
his
head
,
and
sighing
mournfully
,
drew
her
towards
him
.
‘
’
Twould
be
of
no
use
,
my
dear
,
no
earthly
use
.
But
if
he
deserts
me
,
Nell
,
at
this
moment
—
if
he
deserts
me
now
,
when
I
should
,
with
his
assistance
,
be
recompensed
for
all
the
time
and
money
I
have
lost
,
and
all
the
agony
of
mind
I
have
undergone
,
which
makes
me
what
you
see
,
I
am
ruined
,
and
—
worse
,
far
worse
than
that
—
have
ruined
thee
,
for
whom
I
ventured
all
.
If
we
are
beggars
—
!
’
‘
What
if
we
are
?
’
said
the
child
boldly
.
‘
Let
us
be
beggars
,
and
be
happy
.
’
‘
Beggars
—
and
happy
!
’
said
the
old
man
.
‘
Poor
child
!
’
‘
Dear
grandfather
,
’
cried
the
girl
with
an
energy
which
shone
in
her
flushed
face
,
trembling
voice
,
and
impassioned
gesture
,
‘
I
am
not
a
child
in
that
I
think
,
but
even
if
I
am
,
oh
hear
me
pray
that
we
may
beg
,
or
work
in
open
roads
or
fields
,
to
earn
a
scanty
living
,
rather
than
live
as
we
do
now
.
’
‘
Nelly
!
’
said
the
old
man
.
‘
Yes
,
yes
,
rather
than
live
as
we
do
now
,
’
the
child
repeated
,
more
earnestly
than
before
.
‘
If
you
are
sorrowful
,
let
me
know
why
and
be
sorrowful
too
;
if
you
waste
away
and
are
paler
and
weaker
every
day
,
let
me
be
your
nurse
and
try
to
comfort
you
.
If
you
are
poor
,
let
us
be
poor
together
;
but
let
me
be
with
you
,
do
let
me
be
with
you
;
do
not
let
me
see
such
change
and
not
know
why
,
or
I
shall
break
my
heart
and
die
.
Dear
grandfather
,
let
us
leave
this
sad
place
to
-
morrow
,
and
beg
our
way
from
door
to
door
.
’
The
old
man
covered
his
face
with
his
hands
,
and
hid
it
in
the
pillow
of
the
couch
on
which
he
lay
.
‘
Let
us
be
beggars
,
’
said
the
child
passing
an
arm
round
his
neck
,
‘
I
have
no
fear
but
we
shall
have
enough
,
I
am
sure
we
shall
.
Let
us
walk
through
country
places
,
and
sleep
in
fields
and
under
trees
,
and
never
think
of
money
again
,
or
anything
that
can
make
you
sad
,
but
rest
at
nights
,
and
have
the
sun
and
wind
upon
our
faces
in
the
day
,
and
thank
God
together
!
Let
us
never
set
foot
in
dark
rooms
or
melancholy
houses
,
any
more
,
but
wander
up
and
down
wherever
we
like
to
go
;
and
when
you
are
tired
,
you
shall
stop
to
rest
in
the
pleasantest
place
that
we
can
find
,
and
I
will
go
and
beg
for
both
.
’
