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"
Umf
!
Well
,
you
did
n't
get
a
lick
amiss
,
I
reckon
.
You
been
into
some
other
audacious
mischief
when
I
was
n't
around
,
like
enough
.
"
Then
her
conscience
reproached
her
,
and
she
yearned
to
say
something
kind
and
loving
;
but
she
judged
that
this
would
be
construed
into
a
confession
that
she
had
been
in
the
wrong
,
and
discipline
forbade
that
.
So
she
kept
silence
,
and
went
about
her
affairs
with
a
troubled
heart
.
Tom
sulked
in
a
corner
and
exalted
his
woes
.
He
knew
that
in
her
heart
his
aunt
was
on
her
knees
to
him
,
and
he
was
morosely
gratified
by
the
consciousness
of
it
.
He
would
hang
out
no
signals
,
he
would
take
notice
of
none
.
He
knew
that
a
yearning
glance
fell
upon
him
,
now
and
then
,
through
a
film
of
tears
,
but
he
refused
recognition
of
it
.
He
pictured
himself
lying
sick
unto
death
and
his
aunt
bending
over
him
beseeching
one
little
forgiving
word
,
but
he
would
turn
his
face
to
the
wall
,
and
die
with
that
word
unsaid
.
Ah
,
how
would
she
feel
then
?
And
he
pictured
himself
brought
home
from
the
river
,
dead
,
with
his
curls
all
wet
,
and
his
sore
heart
at
rest
.
How
she
would
throw
herself
upon
him
,
and
how
her
tears
would
fall
like
rain
,
and
her
lips
pray
God
to
give
her
back
her
boy
and
she
would
never
,
never
abuse
him
any
more
!
But
he
would
lie
there
cold
and
white
and
make
no
sign
--
a
poor
little
sufferer
,
whose
griefs
were
at
an
end
.
He
so
worked
upon
his
feelings
with
the
pathos
of
these
dreams
,
that
he
had
to
keep
swallowing
,
he
was
so
like
to
choke
;
and
his
eyes
swam
in
a
blur
of
water
,
which
overflowed
when
he
winked
,
and
ran
down
and
trickled
from
the
end
of
his
nose
.
And
such
a
luxury
to
him
was
this
petting
of
his
sorrows
,
that
he
could
not
bear
to
have
any
worldly
cheeriness
or
any
grating
delight
intrude
upon
it
;
it
was
too
sacred
for
such
contact
;
and
so
,
presently
,
when
his
cousin
Mary
danced
in
,
all
alive
with
the
joy
of
seeing
home
again
after
an
age-long
visit
of
one
week
to
the
country
,
he
got
up
and
moved
in
clouds
and
darkness
out
at
one
door
as
she
brought
song
and
sunshine
in
at
the
other
.
He
wandered
far
from
the
accustomed
haunts
of
boys
,
and
sought
desolate
places
that
were
in
harmony
with
his
spirit
.
A
log
raft
in
the
river
invited
him
,
and
he
seated
himself
on
its
outer
edge
and
contemplated
the
dreary
vastness
of
the
stream
,
wishing
,
the
while
,
that
he
could
only
be
drowned
,
all
at
once
and
unconsciously
,
without
undergoing
the
uncomfortable
routine
devised
by
nature
.
Then
he
thought
of
his
flower
.
He
got
it
out
,
rumpled
and
wilted
,
and
it
mightily
increased
his
dismal
felicity
.
He
wondered
if
she
would
pity
him
if
she
knew
?
Would
she
cry
,
and
wish
that
she
had
a
right
to
put
her
arms
around
his
neck
and
comfort
him
?
Or
would
she
turn
coldly
away
like
all
the
hollow
world
?
This
picture
brought
such
an
agony
of
pleasurable
suffering
that
he
worked
it
over
and
over
again
in
his
mind
and
set
it
up
in
new
and
varied
lights
,
till
he
wore
it
threadbare
.
At
last
he
rose
up
sighing
and
departed
in
the
darkness
.
About
half-past
nine
or
ten
o'clock
he
came
along
the
deserted
street
to
where
the
Adored
Unknown
lived
;
he
paused
a
moment
;
no
sound
fell
upon
his
listening
ear
;
a
candle
was
casting
a
dull
glow
upon
the
curtain
of
a
second-story
window
.
Was
the
sacred
presence
there
?
He
climbed
the
fence
,
threaded
his
stealthy
way
through
the
plants
,
till
he
stood
under
that
window
;
he
looked
up
at
it
long
,
and
with
emotion
;
then
he
laid
him
down
on
the
ground
under
it
,
disposing
himself
upon
his
back
,
with
his
hands
clasped
upon
his
breast
and
holding
his
poor
wilted
flower
.
And
thus
he
would
die
--
out
in
the
cold
world
,
with
no
shelter
over
his
homeless
head
,
no
friendly
hand
to
wipe
the
death-damps
from
his
brow
,
no
loving
face
to
bend
pityingly
over
him
when
the
great
agony
came
.
And
thus
SHE
would
see
him
when
she
looked
out
upon
the
glad
morning
,
and
oh
!
would
she
drop
one
little
tear
upon
his
poor
,
lifeless
form
,
would
she
heave
one
little
sigh
to
see
a
bright
young
life
so
rudely
blighted
,
so
untimely
cut
down
?
The
window
went
up
,
a
maid-servant
's
discordant
voice
profaned
the
holy
calm
,
and
a
deluge
of
water
drenched
the
prone
martyr
's
remains
!
The
strangling
hero
sprang
up
with
a
relieving
snort
.
There
was
a
whiz
as
of
a
missile
in
the
air
,
mingled
with
the
murmur
of
a
curse
,
a
sound
as
of
shivering
glass
followed
,
and
a
small
,
vague
form
went
over
the
fence
and
shot
away
in
the
gloom
.
Not
long
after
,
as
Tom
,
all
undressed
for
bed
,
was
surveying
his
drenched
garments
by
the
light
of
a
tallow
dip
,
Sid
woke
up
;
but
if
he
had
any
dim
idea
of
making
any
"
references
to
allusions
,
"
he
thought
better
of
it
and
held
his
peace
,
for
there
was
danger
in
Tom
's
eye
.
Tom
turned
in
without
the
added
vexation
of
prayers
,
and
Sid
made
mental
note
of
the
omission
.
