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there- dumb and still.
'All men must die,' said a voice quite close at hand; 'but all
are not condemned to meet a lingering and premature doom, such as
yours would be if you perished here of want.'
'Who or what speaks?' I asked, terrified at the unexpected sound,
and incapable now of deriving from any occurrence a hope of aid. A
form was near- what form, the pitch-dark night and my enfeebled vision
prevented me from distinguishing. With a loud long knock, the newcomer
appealed to the door.
'Is it you, Mr. St. John?' cried Hannah.
'Yes- yes; open quickly.'
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'Well, how wet and cold you must be, such a wild night as it is!
Come in- your sisters are quite uneasy about you, and I believe
there are bad folks about. There has been a beggar-woman- I declare
she is not gone yet!- laid down there. Get up! for shame! Move off,
I say!'
'Hush, Hannah! I have a word to say to the woman. You have done
your duty in excluding, now let me do mine in admitting her. I was
near, and listened to both you and her. I think this is a peculiar
case- I must at least examine into it. Young woman, rise, and pass
before me into the house.'
With difficulty I obeyed him. Presently I stood within that
clean, bright kitchen- on the very hearth- trembling, sickening;
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