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"
No
,
he
was
gone
from
home
.
"
"
To
a
distance
?
"
"
Not
so
far
--
happen
three
mile
.
He
had
been
called
away
by
the
sudden
death
of
his
father
:
he
was
at
Marsh
End
now
,
and
would
very
likely
stay
there
a
fortnight
longer
.
"
"
Was
there
any
lady
of
the
house
?
"
"
Nay
,
there
was
naught
but
her
,
and
she
was
housekeeper
;
"
and
of
her
,
reader
,
I
could
not
bear
to
ask
the
relief
for
want
of
which
I
was
sinking
;
I
could
not
yet
beg
;
and
again
I
crawled
away
.
Once
more
I
took
off
my
handkerchief
--
once
more
I
thought
of
the
cakes
of
bread
in
the
little
shop
.
Oh
,
for
but
a
crust
!
for
but
one
mouthful
to
allay
the
pang
of
famine
!
Instinctively
I
turned
my
face
again
to
the
village
;
I
found
the
shop
again
,
and
I
went
in
;
and
though
others
were
there
besides
the
woman
I
ventured
the
request
--
"
Would
she
give
me
a
roll
for
this
handkerchief
?
"
She
looked
at
me
with
evident
suspicion
:
"
Nay
,
she
never
sold
stuff
i
'
that
way
.
"
Almost
desperate
,
I
asked
for
half
a
cake
;
she
again
refused
.
"
How
could
she
tell
where
I
had
got
the
handkerchief
?
"
she
said
.
"
Would
she
take
my
gloves
?
"
"
No
!
what
could
she
do
with
them
?
"
