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Erema

CHAPTER XXXV
13/19

Well, I were in this little knuckle of a squat, where old Sally used to say as I went to sleep, and charged the parish for it--a spiteful old ooman, and I done her grave with pleasure, only wishing her had to pay for it; and to prove to her mind that I never goed asleep here, I was just making ready to set fire to my pipe, having cocked my shovel in to ease my legs, like this, when from round you corner of the chancel-foot, and over again that there old tree, I seed a something movin' along--movin' along, without any noise or declarance of solid feet walking.

You may see the track burnt in the sod, if you let your eyes go along this here finger." "Oh, Jacob, how could you have waited to see it ?" "I did, miss, I did; being used to a-many antics in this dead-yard, such as a man who hadn't buried them might up foot to run away from.

But they no right, after the service of the Church, to come up for more than one change of the moon, unless they been great malefactors.

And then they be ashamed of it; and I reminds them of it.

'Amen,' I say, in the very same voice as I used at the tail of their funerals; and then they knows well that I covered them up, and the most uneasy goes back again.


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