. Dicken's works. one with you. Forever, I have done withyou! He threw up his ungrateful and ungracious handas if it set up a barrier between them, and flunghimself upon his heel and Itft her. She remainedimpassive on the same spot, silent and motionless,until the striking of the church clock roused her,and she turned away. But then, with the breakingup of her immobility, came the breaking up of thewaters that the cold heart of the selfish boy hadfrozen. And Oh that I were lying here with thedead ! and Oh, Charley, Charley, that this shouldbe the end of our pictures in the fire ! were all thew
. Dicken's works. one with you. Forever, I have done withyou! He threw up his ungrateful and ungracious handas if it set up a barrier between them, and flunghimself upon his heel and Itft her. She remainedimpassive on the same spot, silent and motionless,until the striking of the church clock roused her,and she turned away. But then, with the breakingup of her immobility, came the breaking up of thewaters that the cold heart of the selfish boy hadfrozen. And Oh that I were lying here with thedead ! and Oh, Charley, Charley, that this shouldbe the end of our pictures in the fire ! were all thewords she said, as she laid her face in her hands onthe stone coping. A figure passed by, and passed on, but stoppedand looked round at her. It was the figure of anold man with a bowed head, wearing a large-brimmedlow-crowned hat, and a long-skirted coat. After hesi-tating a little, the figure turned back, and, advancingwith an air of gentleness and compassion, said, — Pardon me, young woman, for speaking to you,. OUR MUTUAL FRIEND. 187 but you are under some distress of mind. I cannotpass upon my way and leave you weeping here alone,as if there was nothing in the place. Can I helpyou ? Can I do anything to give you comfort ? She raised her head at the sound of these kindwords, and answered gladly, Oh, ]\Ir. Kiah, is ityou ? ]\Iy daughter, said the old man, I stand amazed!I spoke as to a stranger. Take my arm, take my grieves you ? Who has done this ? Poor girl,poor girl! My brother has quarrelled Avith me, sobbedLizzie, and renounced me. He is a thankless dog, said the Jew him go. Shake the dust from thy feet, and lethim go. Come, daughter! Come home with me —it is but across the road — and take a little time torecover your peace and to make your eyes seemly,and then I will bear you company through thestreets. For it is past your usual time, and willsoon be late, and the way is long, and there is muchcompany out of doors to-night. She accepted the su
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