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In
a
small
dull
yard
below
his
window
,
there
was
a
tree
—
green
and
flourishing
enough
,
for
such
a
place
—
and
as
the
air
stirred
among
its
leaves
,
it
threw
a
rippling
shadow
on
the
white
wall
.
The
old
man
sat
watching
the
shadows
as
they
trembled
in
this
patch
of
light
,
until
the
sun
went
down
;
and
when
it
was
night
,
and
the
moon
was
slowly
rising
,
he
still
sat
in
the
same
spot
.
To
one
who
had
been
tossing
on
a
restless
bed
so
long
,
even
these
few
green
leaves
and
this
tranquil
light
,
although
it
languished
among
chimneys
and
house
-
tops
,
were
pleasant
things
.
They
suggested
quiet
places
afar
off
,
and
rest
,
and
peace
.
The
child
thought
,
more
than
once
that
he
was
moved
:
and
had
forborne
to
speak
.
But
now
he
shed
tears
—
tears
that
it
lightened
her
aching
heart
to
see
—
and
making
as
though
he
would
fall
upon
his
knees
,
besought
her
to
forgive
him
.
‘
Forgive
you
—
what
?
’
said
Nell
,
interposing
to
prevent
his
purpose
.
‘
Oh
grandfather
,
what
should
I
forgive
?
’
‘
All
that
is
past
,
all
that
has
come
upon
thee
,
Nell
,
all
that
was
done
in
that
uneasy
dream
,
’
returned
the
old
man
.
‘
Do
not
talk
so
,
’
said
the
child
.
‘
Pray
do
not
.
Let
us
speak
of
something
else
.
’
‘
Yes
,
yes
,
we
will
,
’
he
rejoined
.
‘
And
it
shall
be
of
what
we
talked
of
long
ago
—
many
months
—
months
is
it
,
or
weeks
,
or
days
?
which
is
it
Nell
?
’
‘
I
do
not
understand
you
,
’
said
the
child
.
‘
It
has
come
back
upon
me
to
-
day
,
it
has
all
come
back
since
we
have
been
sitting
here
.
I
bless
thee
for
it
,
Nell
!
’
‘
For
what
,
dear
grandfather
?
’
