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Master Swift, said he, I be come to tell ye that I be afraid I can t come to school. And how s that 3m 6900s full face mask said Master Swift. Well, Master Swift, I do think I be wanted at home. My father s not got Abel now but it s my mother that mostly wants me. I be bothered about mother, somehow, said Jan, with an anxious look. She do forget things so, and be so queer. She left the beer tap running yesterday, and near two gallons of ale ran out and this morning she put the kettle on, and no water in it. And she do cry terrible, Jan added, breaking down himself. But Abel says to me the day he was took ill, Janny, he says, look to mother. And so I will. You re a good lad, Jan, said the schoolmaster. Sit ye down and 3m 6900s full face mask get your tea, and I ll come back with ye to the mill. A bit of company does folk good that s beside themselves with fretting. But the windmiller s wife was 3m 6900s full face mask beyond such simple cure. The overt.of Connecticut, where the spring and I could live in an inviolate loneliness a place uninhabited save by birds and blossoms, woods and thick grass, and an occasional silent farmer, and pervaded by the breath and shimmer of the Sound. Nor had rumor lied, for when the train set me down at my destination I stepped out into the most wonderful green hush, a leafy Sabbath silence through which the very train, as it went farther on its way, seemed to steal as noiselessly as possible for fear of breaking the spell. After a winter in the town, to be dropped thus suddenly into the intense quiet of the country side makes an almost ghostly impression upon one, as of an enchanted silence, a silence that listens and watches but never speaks, finger on lip. There is a spectral quality about everything upon which the eye falls the woods, like great green clouds, the wayside flowers, the still farm houses half lost in orchard bloom all seem to exist in a dream. Everything is so still, everything so supernaturally green. Nothing moves or talks, except the gentle susurrus of the spring wind swaying the young buds high up in the quiet sky, or a bird now and again, or a little brook singing softly to itself among the crowding rushes. Though, from the houses one notes here and there, there are evidently human inhabitants of this green silence, none are to be seen. I have often wondered where the countryfolk hide themselves, as I have walked hour after hour, past farm and croft and lonely door yards, and never caught sight of a human face. If you should want to ask the way, a farmer is as shy as a squirrel, and if you knock at a farm 3m 6900s full face mask house door, all is as silent as a rabbit warren. 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In other words, the house was empty and going round to the back, where old barns and stables leaned together as if falling asleep, I found a broken pane, and so climbed in and walked through the echoing rooms. The house was very lonely. Evidently no one had l.
tretch his legs too recklessly without exposing his feet to the cold. For Gearge was six feet one and three quarters in his stockings. He had a face in some respects like a big baby s. He had a turn up nose, large smooth cheeks, a particularly innocent expression, a forehead hardly worth naming, small dull eyes, with a tendency to inflammation of the lids which may possibly have hindered the lashes from growing, and a mouth which was generally open, if he were neither eating nor sucking a bennet. When this countenance was bathed in flour, it might be an open question whether it were improved or no. It certainly looked both vairer and more voolish There is some evidence to show that he was lazy, as well as lang, and yet he and Master Lake contrived to pull on together. Either because his character was as childlike as his face, and because if stupid and slothful by nature he was also of so submissive, susceptible, and willing a temper that he disarmed the justest wrath or because he was, as he said, not such a fool as he looked, and had in his own lubberly way taken the measure of the masterful windmiller to a nicety, George s most flagrant acts of neglect had never yet secured his dismissal. Indeed, it really is difficult to realize that any one who is lavish of willingness by word can wilfully and culpably fail in deed. I be a uncommon vool, maester, sartinly, blubbered George on one occasion when the miller was on the point of turning him off, as a preliminary step on the road to the gallus, which Master Lake expressed his belief that he was sartin sure to come to. And, as he spoke, George made dismal daubs on his befloured face with his sleeve, as he rubbed his eyes with his arm from elbow to wrist. Sech a governor as you be, too he continued. Poor mother she allus said I should come to no good, such a gawney as I 3m 6900s full face mask be No more I shouldn t but for you, Master Lake, a keeping of me on. Give un another chance, sir, do ee I be mortal stoopid, sir, but I d work my fingers to the bwoan for the likes of you, Master Lake George stayed on, and though the very next time the windmiller was absent his voolish assistant did not get so much as a toll dish of corn ground to flour, he was so full of penitence and promises that he weathered that tempest and many a succeeding one. On that very eventful night of the storm, and of Jan s arrival, George s neglect had risked a recurrence of the sail catastrophe. At least if the second man s report was to be trusted. This man had complained to the windmiller that, during his absence with the strangers, George, instead of doubling his vigilance now that the men were left short handed, had taken himself off under pretext of attending to the direction of the wind and the position of the sai.with stars but in his face, brown with sun and wind, overgrown with hair and scarred with wounds, Melchior saw his second brother There was no doubt of it. And the brother himself, though he bowed kindly in answer to the greetings showered on him, was gazing anxiously for the old coach, where he used to ride and be so uncomfortable, in that time to which he now looked back as the happiest of his life. I thank you, gentlemen. I am indebted to you, gentlemen. I have been away long. I am going home. Of course he is shouted Melchior, waving his arms widely with pride and joy. He is coming 34 home to this coach, where he was oh, it seems but an hour ago Time goes so fast. We were great friends when we were young together. My brother and I, ladies and gentlemen, the hero and I my brother the 3m 6900s full face mask hero with the stars upon his breast he is coming home Alas what avail stars and ribbons on a breast where the life blood is trickling slowly from a little wound The crowd looked anxious the hero came on, but more slowly, with his dim eyes straining for the old coach and Melchior stood with his arms held out in silent agony. But just when he was beginning to hope, and the brothers seemed about to meet, a figure passed between a figure in a cloak. I have seen you many times, Friend, face to face, said the hero but now I would fain have waited for a little while. To enjoy his well earned honours, murmured the crowd. Nay, he said, not that but to see my home, and my brothers and sisters. But if it may not be, friend Death, I am ready, and tired too. With that he held out his hand, and Death lifted up the hero of many battles like a child, and carried him away, stars and ribbons and all. Cruel Death cried Melchior was there no 35 one else in all this crowd, that you must take him His friends condoled with him but they soon went on their own ways and the hero seemed to be forgotten and Melchior, who had lost all pleasure in the old bowings and chattings, sat sadly gazing out of the window, to see if he could see any one for whom he cared. At last, in a grave dark man, who was sitting on a horse, and making a speech to the crowd, he recognized his clever untidy brother. What is that man talking about he asked of some one near him. That man was the answer. Don t you know He is the man of the time. He is a philosopher. Everybody goes to hear him. He has found out that well that everything is a mistake. Has he corrected it said Melchior. You had better hear for yourself, said the man. Listen. 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It.e week more than one woman was left sitting by an empty hearth, a worn out creature whom Death seemed only to have forgotten to take away. At first there was a reckless disregard of infection among the neighbors. But, after one or two of these family desolations, this was succeeded by a panic, and even the noble charity which the poor commonly show to each other s troubles failed, and no one could be got to nurse the sick or bury the dead. Now the Rector was an old man. Most of the parish officers were aged, and patriarchs in white smock frocks were as plentiful as creepers at the cottage doors. The healthy breezes and the dull pace at which life passed in the district seemed to make men slow to wear out. If the Rector had profited by these features of the parish in health, it must be confessed that they had also had their influence on his career. He was a good man, and a learned one. He stuck close to his living, and he was benevolent. 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