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“
Is
the
grave
ready
?
”
he
asked
.
Liff
Hyatt
,
who
had
come
in
while
he
was
reading
,
nodded
a
“
Yes
,
”
and
pushed
forward
to
the
side
of
the
mattress
.
The
young
man
on
the
bench
who
seemed
to
assert
some
sort
of
right
of
kinship
with
the
dead
woman
,
got
to
his
feet
again
,
and
the
proprietor
of
the
stove
joined
him
.
Between
them
they
raised
up
the
mattress
;
but
their
movements
were
unsteady
,
and
the
coat
slipped
to
the
floor
,
revealing
the
poor
body
in
its
helpless
misery
.
Charity
,
picking
up
the
coat
,
covered
her
mother
once
more
.
Liff
had
brought
a
lantern
,
and
the
old
woman
who
had
already
spoken
took
it
up
,
and
opened
the
door
to
let
the
little
procession
pass
out
.
The
wind
had
dropped
,
and
the
night
was
very
dark
and
bitterly
cold
.
The
old
woman
walked
ahead
,
the
lantern
shaking
in
her
hand
and
spreading
out
before
her
a
pale
patch
of
dead
grass
and
coarse
-
leaved
weeds
enclosed
in
an
immensity
of
blackness
.
Mr
.
Miles
took
Charity
by
the
arm
,
and
side
by
side
they
walked
behind
the
mattress
.
At
length
the
old
woman
with
the
lantern
stopped
,
and
Charity
saw
the
light
fall
on
the
stooping
shoulders
of
the
bearers
and
on
a
ridge
of
upheaved
earth
over
which
they
were
bending
.
Mr
.
Miles
released
her
arm
and
approached
the
hollow
on
the
other
side
of
the
ridge
;
and
while
the
men
stooped
down
,
lowering
the
mattress
into
the
grave
,
he
began
to
speak
again
.
“
Man
that
is
born
of
woman
hath
but
a
short
time
to
live
and
is
full
of
misery
.
.
.
.
He
cometh
up
and
is
cut
down
.
.
.
he
fleeth
as
it
were
a
shadow
.
.
.
.
Yet
,
O
Lord
God
most
holy
,
O
Lord
most
mighty
,
O
holy
and
merciful
Saviour
,
deliver
us
not
into
the
bitter
pains
of
eternal
death
.
.
.
.
”
“
Easy
there
.
.
.
is
she
down
?
”
piped
the
claimant
to
the
stove
;
and
the
young
man
called
over
his
shoulder
:
“
Lift
the
light
there
,
can
’
t
you
?
”
There
was
a
pause
,
during
which
the
light
floated
uncertainly
over
the
open
grave
.
Someone
bent
over
and
pulled
out
Mr
.
Miles
’
s
coat
—
—
(
“
No
,
no
—
leave
the
handkerchief
,
”
he
interposed
)
—
and
then
Liff
Hyatt
,
coming
forward
with
a
spade
,
began
to
shovel
in
the
earth
.
“
Forasmuch
as
it
hath
pleased
Almighty
God
of
His
great
mercy
to
take
unto
Himself
the
soul
of
our
dear
sister
here
departed
,
we
therefore
commit
her
body
to
the
ground
;
earth
to
earth
,
ashes
to
ashes
,
dust
to
dust
.
.
.
”
Liff
’
s
gaunt
shoulders
rose
and
bent
in
the
lantern
light
as
he
dashed
the
clods
of
earth
into
the
grave
.
“
God
—
it
’
s
froze
a
’
ready
,
”
he
muttered
,
spitting
into
his
palm
and
passing
his
ragged
shirt
-
sleeve
across
his
perspiring
face
.
“
Through
our
Lord
Jesus
Christ
,
who
shall
change
our
vile
body
that
it
may
be
like
unto
His
glorious
body
,
according
to
the
mighty
working
,
whereby
He
is
able
to
subdue
all
things
unto
Himself
.
.
.
”
The
last
spadeful
of
earth
fell
on
the
vile
body
of
Mary
Hyatt
,
and
Liff
rested
on
his
spade
,
his
shoulder
blades
still
heaving
with
the
effort
.
“
Lord
,
have
mercy
upon
us
,
Christ
have
mercy
upon
us
,
Lord
have
mercy
upon
us
.
.
.
”
