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‘
For
what
you
said
when
we
were
first
made
beggars
,
Nell
.
Let
us
speak
softly
.
Hush
!
for
if
they
knew
our
purpose
down
stairs
,
they
would
cry
that
I
was
mad
and
take
thee
from
me
.
We
will
not
stop
here
another
day
.
We
will
go
far
away
from
here
.
’
‘
Yes
,
let
us
go
,
’
said
the
child
earnestly
.
‘
Let
us
begone
from
this
place
,
and
never
turn
back
or
think
of
it
again
.
Let
us
wander
barefoot
through
the
world
,
rather
than
linger
here
.
’
‘
We
will
,
’
answered
the
old
man
,
‘
we
will
travel
afoot
through
the
fields
and
woods
,
and
by
the
side
of
rivers
,
and
trust
ourselves
to
God
in
the
places
where
He
dwells
.
It
is
far
better
to
lie
down
at
night
beneath
an
open
sky
like
that
yonder
—
see
how
bright
it
is
—
than
to
rest
in
close
rooms
which
are
always
full
of
care
and
weary
dreams
.
Thou
and
I
together
,
Nell
,
may
be
cheerful
and
happy
yet
,
and
learn
to
forget
this
time
,
as
if
it
had
never
been
.
’
‘
We
will
be
happy
,
’
cried
the
child
.
‘
We
never
can
be
here
.
’
‘
No
,
we
never
can
again
—
never
again
—
that
’
s
truly
said
,
’
rejoined
the
old
man
.
‘
Let
us
steal
away
to
-
morrow
morning
—
early
and
softly
,
that
we
may
not
be
seen
or
heard
—
and
leave
no
trace
or
track
for
them
to
follow
by
.
Poor
Nell
!
Thy
cheek
is
pale
,
and
thy
eyes
are
heavy
with
watching
and
weeping
for
me
—
I
know
—
for
me
;
but
thou
wilt
be
well
again
,
and
merry
too
,
when
we
are
far
away
.
To
-
morrow
morning
,
dear
,
we
’
ll
turn
our
faces
from
this
scene
of
sorrow
,
and
be
as
free
and
happy
as
the
birds
.
’
And
then
the
old
man
clasped
his
hands
above
her
head
,
and
said
,
in
a
few
broken
words
,
that
from
that
time
forth
they
would
wander
up
and
down
together
,
and
never
part
more
until
Death
took
one
or
other
of
the
twain
.
The
child
’
s
heart
beat
high
with
hope
and
confidence
.
She
had
no
thought
of
hunger
,
or
cold
,
or
thirst
,
or
suffering
.
She
saw
in
this
,
but
a
return
of
the
simple
pleasures
they
had
once
enjoyed
,
a
relief
from
the
gloomy
solitude
in
which
she
had
lived
,
an
escape
from
the
heartless
people
by
whom
she
had
been
surrounded
in
her
late
time
of
trial
,
the
restoration
of
the
old
man
’
s
health
and
peace
,
and
a
life
of
tranquil
happiness
.
Sun
,
and
stream
,
and
meadow
,
and
summer
days
,
shone
brightly
in
her
view
,
and
there
was
no
dark
tint
in
all
the
sparkling
picture
.
The
old
man
had
slept
,
for
some
hours
,
soundly
in
his
bed
,
and
she
was
yet
busily
engaged
in
preparing
for
their
flight
.
There
were
a
few
articles
of
clothing
for
herself
to
carry
,
and
a
few
for
him
;
old
garments
,
such
as
became
their
fallen
fortunes
,
laid
out
to
wear
;
and
a
staff
to
support
his
feeble
steps
,
put
ready
for
his
use
.
But
this
was
not
all
her
task
;
for
now
she
must
visit
the
old
rooms
for
the
last
time
.
And
how
different
the
parting
with
them
was
,
from
any
she
had
expected
,
and
most
of
all
from
that
which
she
had
oftenest
pictured
to
herself
.
