"We 're allus expectin'
the other. Who isn't? I was allus
expectin' rheumatiz an' 'unger an'
cold an' starvin' old age. Wot was
you lookin' for?" to Dart.
He looked down on the floor and
answered heavily.
"Failing brain--failing life--
despair--death!"
"None of 'em 's comin'--if yer
don't call 'em. Stand still an' listen
for the other. It's the other that's
TRUE."
She was without doubt amazing.
She chirped like a bird singing on a
bough, rejoicing in token of the
shining of the sun.
"It's wot yer can work on--
this," said Glad. "The curick--
'e's a good sort an' no' 'arm in 'im
--but 'e ses: `Trouble an' 'unger is
ter teach yer ter submit. Accidents
an' coughs as tears yer lungs is sent
you to prepare yer for 'eaven. If yer
loves 'Im as sends 'em, yer 'll go
there.' ` 'Ave yer ever bin?' ses I.
` 'Ave yer ever saw anyone that's
bin? 'Ave yer ever saw anyone
that's saw anyone that's bin?'
`No,' 'e ses. `Don't, me girl, don't!'
`Garn,' I ses; `tell me somethin'
as 'll do me some good afore I'm
dead! 'Eaven's too far off.' "
"The kingdom of 'eaven is at
'and," said Miss Montaubyn. "Bless
yer, yes, just 'ere."
Antony Dart glanced round the
room. It was a strange place. But
something WAS here. Magic, was
it? Frenzy--dreams--what?
He heard from below a sudden
murmur and crying out in the
street. Miss Montaubyn heard it
and stopped in her sewing, holding
her needle and thread extended.
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