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“
D
’
ye
think
he
had
great
pain
when
’
a
died
?
”
said
Christian
.
“
O
no
—
quite
different
.
Nor
any
pain
of
mind
.
He
was
lucky
enough
to
be
God
A
’
mighty
’
s
own
man
.
”
“
And
other
folk
—
d
’
ye
think
’
twill
be
much
pain
to
’
em
,
Mister
Fairway
?
”
“
That
depends
on
whether
they
be
afeard
.
”
“
I
bain
’
t
afeard
at
all
,
I
thank
God
!
”
said
Christian
strenuously
.
“
I
’
m
glad
I
bain
’
t
,
for
then
’
twon
’
t
pain
me
.
.
.
.
I
don
’
t
think
I
be
afeard
—
or
if
I
be
I
can
’
t
help
it
,
and
I
don
’
t
deserve
to
suffer
.
I
wish
I
was
not
afeard
at
all
!
”
There
was
a
solemn
silence
,
and
looking
from
the
window
,
which
was
unshuttered
and
unblinded
,
Timothy
said
,
“
Well
,
what
a
fess
little
bonfire
that
one
is
,
out
by
Cap
’
n
Vye
’
s
!
’
Tis
burning
just
the
same
now
as
ever
,
upon
my
life
.
”
All
glances
went
through
the
window
,
and
nobody
noticed
that
Wildeve
disguised
a
brief
,
telltale
look
.
Far
away
up
the
sombre
valley
of
heath
,
and
to
the
right
of
Rainbarrow
,
could
indeed
be
seen
the
light
,
small
,
but
steady
and
persistent
as
before
.
“
It
was
lighted
before
ours
was
,
”
Fairway
continued
;
“
and
yet
every
one
in
the
country
round
is
out
afore
’
n
.
”
“
Perhaps
there
’
s
meaning
in
it
!
”
murmured
Christian
.
