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And
the
boy
who
came
in
from
the
street
,
stamping
crookedly
under
his
stone
of
coal
,
heard
her
words
.
He
dropped
his
load
promptly
on
the
floor
and
hurried
to
her
side
to
see
.
He
mauled
the
edges
of
the
paper
with
his
reddened
and
blackened
hands
,
shouldering
her
aside
and
complaining
that
he
could
not
see
.
He
was
sitting
in
the
narrow
breakfast
room
high
up
in
the
old
dark-windowed
house
.
The
firelight
flickered
on
the
wall
and
beyond
the
window
a
spectral
dusk
was
gathering
upon
the
river
.
Before
the
fire
an
old
woman
was
busy
making
tea
and
,
as
she
bustled
at
the
task
,
she
told
in
a
low
voice
of
what
the
priest
and
the
doctor
had
said
.
She
told
too
of
certain
changes
they
had
seen
in
her
of
late
and
of
her
odd
ways
and
sayings
.
He
sat
listening
to
the
words
and
following
the
ways
of
adventure
that
lay
open
in
the
coals
,
arches
and
vaults
and
winding
galleries
and
jagged
caverns
.
Suddenly
he
became
aware
of
something
in
the
doorway
.
A
skull
appeared
suspended
in
the
gloom
of
the
doorway
.
A
feeble
creature
like
a
monkey
was
there
,
drawn
thither
by
the
sound
of
voices
at
the
fire
.
A
whining
voice
came
from
the
door
asking
:
--
Is
that
Josephine
?
The
old
bustling
woman
answered
cheerily
from
the
fireplace
:
--
No
,
Ellen
,
it
's
Stephen
.
--
OO
,
good
evening
,
Stephen
.
He
answered
the
greeting
and
saw
a
silly
smile
break
over
the
face
in
the
doorway
.
--
Do
you
want
anything
,
Ellen
?
asked
the
old
woman
at
the
fire
.
