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Chapter 72

           Itwasherweleft—wasit?’

           Hepressedhishanduponhisbrow,lookedvacantlyround,andasifimpelledbyasuddenthought,crossedtheroad,andenteredthesexton’shouse.Heandhisdeafassistantweresittingbeforethefire.Bothroseup,onseeingwhoitwas.

           Thechildmadeahastysigntothemwithhishand.Itwastheactionofaninstant,butthat,andtheoldman’slook,werequiteenough.

           ‘Doyou—doyouburyanyoneto-day?’hesaid,eagerly.

           ‘No,no!Whoshouldwebury,Sir?’returnedthesexton.

           ‘Aye,whoindeed!Isaywithyou,whoindeed!’

           ‘Itisaholidaywithus,goodSir,’returnedthesextonmildly.‘Wehavenoworktodoto-day.’

           ‘Whythen,I’llgowhereyouwill,’saidtheoldman,turningtothechild.‘You’resureofwhatyoutellme?Youwouldnotdeceiveme?Iamchanged,eveninthelittletimesinceyoulastsawme.’

           ‘Gothywayswithhim,Sir,’criedthesexton,‘andHeavenbewithyeboth!’

           ‘Iamquiteready,’saidtheoldman,meekly.‘Come,boy,come—’andsosubmittedtobeledaway.

           Andnowthebell—thebellshehadsooftenheard,bynightandday,andlistenedtowithsolemnpleasurealmostasalivingvoice—rungitsremorselesstoll,forher,soyoung,sobeautiful,sogood.Decrepitage,andvigorouslife,andbloomingyouth,andhelplessinfancy,pouredforth—oncrutches,intheprideofstrengthandhealth,inthefullblushofpromise,inthemeredawnoflife—togatherroundhertomb.

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