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Fading Away

           Ireaditinthepaper,whereitlookedgrandoh,itlookedfine!’theoldwomandweltonitwithstrangeenthusiasm:‘andIwanttoseehiswife.Ihaveneverseenheryet.Now,ifyou’llbelieveme,shehasn’tcomeoutofthathousesincenoonto-day.Sonottogiveheruptooeasily,Iwaswaitingabout,alittlelastbitmore,whenIpassedclosetothisgoodlasstwoorthreetimes;andherfacebeingsofriendlyIspoketoher,andshespoketome.There!’saidtheoldwomantoStephen,‘youcanmakealltherestoutforyourselfnow,adealshorterthanIcan,Idaresay!’

           Onceagain,Stephenhadtoconqueraninstinctivepropensitytodislikethisoldwoman,thoughhermannerwasashonestandsimpleasamannerpossiblycouldbe.WithagentlenessthatwasasnaturaltohimasheknewittobetoRachael,hepursuedthesubjectthatinterestedherinheroldage.

           ‘Well,missus,’saidhe,‘Ihaseenthelady,andshewereyoungandhansom.Wi’finedarkthinkineyes,andastillway,Rachael,asIhaneverseenthelikeon.’

           ‘Youngandhandsome.Yes!’criedtheoldwoman,quitedelighted.‘Asbonnyasarose!Andwhatahappywife!’

           ‘Aye,missus,Isupposeshebe,’saidStephen.ButwithadoubtfulglanceatRachael.

           ‘Supposeshebe?Shemustbe.She’syourmaster’swife,’returnedtheoldwoman.

           Stephennoddedassent.‘Thoughastomaster,’saidhe,glancingagainatRachael,‘notmasteronnymore.That’sawenden’twixthimandme.

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