Inthevalleysoftheheathnothingsaveitsownwildfacewasvisibleatanytimeofday；butthisspotcommandedahorizonenclosingatractoffarextent，andinmanycaseslyingbeyondtheheathcountry。

Noneofitsfeaturescouldbeseennow，butthewholemadeitselffeltasavaguestretchofremoteness。

Whilethemenandladswerebuildingthepile，achangetookplaceinthemassofshadewhichdenotedthedistantlandscape。Redsunsandtuftsoffireonebyonebegantoarise，fleckingthewholecountryround。

Theywerethebonfiresofotherparishesandhamletsthatwereengagedinthesamesortofcommemoration。

Someweredistant，andstoodinadenseatmosphere，sothatbundlesofpalestraw—likebeamsradiatedaroundthemintheshapeofafan。Somewerelargeandnear，glowingscarlet—redfromtheshade，likewoundsinablackhide。

SomewereMaenades，withwinyfacesandblownhair。

Thesetincturedthesilentbosomofthecloudsabovethemandlituptheirephemeralcaves，whichseemedthenceforthtobecomescaldingcaldrons。Perhapsasmanyasthirtybonfirescouldbecountedwithinthewholeboundsofthedistrict；andasthehourmaybetoldonaclock—facewhenthefiguresthemselvesareinvisible，sodidthemenrecognizethelocalityofeachfirebyitsangleanddirection，thoughnothingofthescenerycouldbeviewed。

ThefirsttallflamefromRainbarrowsprangintothesky，attractingalleyesthathadbeenfixedonthedistantconflagrationsbacktotheirownattemptinthesamekind。

Thecheerfulblazestreakedtheinnersurfaceofthehumancircle——nowincreasedbyotherstragglers，maleandfemale——withitsowngoldlivery，andevenoverlaidthedarkturfaroundwithalivelyluminousness，whichsoftenedoffintoobscuritywherethebarrowroundeddownwardsoutofsight。

Itshowedthebarrowtobethesegmentofaglobe，asperfectasonthedaywhenitwasthrownup，eventhelittleditchremainingfromwhichtheearthwasdug。

Notaploughhadeverdisturbedagrainofthatstubbornsoil。

Intheheath’sbarrennesstothefarmerlayitsfertilitytothehistorian。Therehadbeennoobliteration，becausetherehadbeennotending。

Itseemedasifthebonfire—makerswerestandinginsomeradiantupperstoryoftheworld，detachedfromandindependentofthedarkstretchesbelow。Theheathdowntherewasnowavastabyss，andnolongeracontinuationofwhattheystoodon；fortheireyes，adaptedtotheblaze，couldseenothingofthedeepsbeyonditsinfluence。

Occasionally，itistrue，amorevigorousflarethanusualfromtheirfaggotssentdartinglightslikeaides—de—campdowntheinclinestosomedistantbush，pool，orpatchofwhitesand，kindlingthesetorepliesofthesamecolour，tillallwaslostindarknessagain。ThenthewholeblackphenomenonbeneathrepresentedLimboasviewedfromthebrinkbythesublimeFlorentineinhisvision，andthemutteredarticulationsofthewindinthehollowswereascomplaintsandpetitionsfromthe"soulsofmightyworth"suspendedtherein。

Itwasasifthesemenandboyshadsuddenlydivedintopastages，andfetchedtherefromanhouranddeedwhichhadbeforebeenfamiliarwiththisspot。TheashesoftheoriginalBritishpyrewhichblazedfromthatsummitlayfreshandundisturbedinthebarrowbeneaththeirtread。

Theflamesfromfuneralpileslongagokindledtherehadshonedownuponthelowlandsasthesewereshiningnow。

FestivalfirestoThorandWodenhadfollowedonthesamegroundanddulyhadtheirday。Indeed，itisprettywellknownthatsuchblazesasthistheheathmenwerenowenjoyingareratherthelinealdescendantsfromjumbledDruidicalritesandSaxonceremoniesthantheinventionofpopularfeelingaboutGunpowderPlot。

Moreovertolightafireistheinstinctiveandresistantactofmanwhen，atthewinteringress，thecurfewissoundedthroughoutNature。Itindicatesaspontaneous，Prometheanrebelliousnessagainstthatfiatthatthisrecurrentseasonshallbringfoultimes，colddarkness，miseryanddeath。Blackchaoscomes，andthefetteredgodsoftheearthsay，Lettherebelight。

ThebrilliantlightsandsootyshadeswhichstruggledupontheskinandclothesofthepersonsstandingroundcausedtheirlineamentsandgeneralcontourstobedrawnwithDureresquevigouranddash。Yetthepermanentmoralexpressionofeachfaceitwasimpossibletodiscover，forasthenimbleflamestowered，nodded，andswoopedthroughthesurroundingair，theblotsofshadeandflakesoflightuponthecountenancesofthegroupchangedshapeandpositionendlessly。Allwasunstable；quiveringasleaves，evanescentaslightning。Shadowyeye—sockets，deepasthoseofadeath’shead，suddenlyturnedintopitsoflustre：alantern—jawwascavernous，thenitwasshining；

wrinkleswereemphasizedtoravines，orobliteratedentirelybyachangedray。Nostrilsweredarkwells；

sinewsinoldnecksweregiltmouldings；thingswithnoparticularpolishonthemwereglazed；brightobjects，suchasthetipofafurze—hookoneofthemencarried，wereasglass；eyeballsglowedlikelittlelanterns。

ThosewhomNaturehaddepictedasmerelyquaintbecamegrotesque，thegrotesquebecamepreternatural；

forallwasinextremity。

Henceitmaybethatthefaceofanoldman，whohadlikeothersbeencalledtotheheightsbytherisingflames，wasnotreallythemerenoseandchinthatitappearedtobe，butanappreciablequantityofhumancountenance。

Hestoodcomplacentlysunninghimselfintheheat。

Withaspeaker，orstake，hetossedtheoutlyingscrapsoffuelintotheconflagration，lookingatthemidstofthepile，occasionallyliftinghiseyestomeasuretheheightoftheflame，ortofollowthegreatsparkswhichrosewithitandsailedawayintodarkness。Thebeamingsight，andthepenetratingwarmth，seemedtobreedinhimacumulativecheerfulness，whichsoonamountedtodelight。

Withhisstickinhishandhebegantojigaprivateminuet，abunchofcoppersealsshiningandswinginglikeapendulumfromunderhiswaistcoat：healsobegantosing，inthevoiceofabeeupaflue——

"Theking’call’ddown’hisno—blesall’，Byone’，bytwo’，bythree’；

EarlMar’—shal，I’ll’goshrive’—thequeen’，Andthou’shaltwend’withme’。

"Aboon’，aboon’，quothEarl’Mar—shal’，Andfell’onhisbend’—dedknee’，Thatwhat’—so—e’er’thequeen’shallsay’，Noharm’there—of’maybe’。"

Wantofbreathpreventedacontinuanceofthesong；

andthebreakdownattractedtheattentionofafirm—

standingmanofmiddleage，whokepteachcornerofhiscrescent—shapedmouthrigorouslydrawnbackintohischeek，asiftodoawaywithanysuspicionofmirthfulnesswhichmighterroneouslyhaveattachedtohim。

"Afairstave，GrandferCantle；butIamafeard’tistoomuchforthemouldyweasandofsuchaoldmanasyou，"

hesaidtothewrinkledreveller。"Dostn’twishth’

wastthreesixesagain，Grandfer，asyouwaswhenyoufirstlearnttosingit？"

"Hey？"saidGrandferCantle，stoppinginhisdance。

"Dostn’twishwastyoungagain，Isay？There’saholeinthypoorbellowsnowadaysseemingly。"

"Butthere’sgoodartinme？IfIcouldn’tmakealittlewindgoalongwaysIshouldseemnoyoungerthanthemostagedman，shouldI，Timothy？"

"Andhowaboutthenew—marriedfolksdownthereattheQuietWomanInn？"theotherinquired，pointingtowardsadimlightinthedirectionofthedistanthighway，butconsiderablyapartfromwherethereddlemanwasatthatmomentresting。"What’stherightsofthematterabout’em？Yououghttoknow，beinganunderstandingman。"

"Butalittlerakish，hey？Iowntoit。MasterCantleisthat，orhe’snothing。Yet’tisagayfault，neigbbourFairway，thatagewillcure。"

"Iheardthattheywerecominghometonight。Bythistimetheymusthavecome。Whatbesides？"

"Thenextthingisforustogoandwish’emjoy，Isuppose？"

"Well，no。"

"No？Now，Ithoughtwemust。Imust，or’twouldbeveryunlikeme——thefirstineveryspreethat’sgoing！

"Dothou’puton’afri’—ar’scoat’，AndI’ll’puton’a—no’—ther，Andwe’willto’QueenEle’anorgo’，LikeFri’arand’hisbro’ther。

ImetMis’essYeobright，theyoungbride’saunt，lastnight，andshetoldmethathersonClymwascominghomea’Christmas。Wonderfulclever，’abelieve——ah，I

shouldliketohaveallthat’sunderthatyoungman’shair。

Well，then，Ispoketoherinmywell—knownmerryway，andshesaid，’Othatwhat’sshapedsovenerableshouldtalklikeafool！’——that’swhatshesaidtome。Idon’tcareforher，bejownedifIdo，andsoItoldher。

’BejownedifIcarefor’ee，’Isaid。Ihadherthere——hey？"

"Iratherthinkshehadyou，"saidFairway。

"No，"saidGrandferCantle，hiscountenanceslightlyflagging。

"’Tisn’tsobadasthatwithme？"

"Seemingly’tis，however，isitbecauseoftheweddingthatClymiscominghomea’Christmas——tomakeanewarrangementbecausehismotherisnowleftinthehousealone？"

"Yes，yes——that’sit。But，Timothy，hearkentome，"

saidtheGrandferearnestly。"Thoughknownassuchajoker，Ibeanunderstandingmanifyoucatchmeserious，andIamseriousnow。Icantell’eelotsaboutthemarriedcouple。

Yes，thismorningatsixo’clocktheywentupthecountrytodothejob，andneithervellnormarkhavebeenseenof’emsince，thoughIreckonthatthisafternoonhasbrought’emhomeagainmanandwoman——wife，thatis。

Isn’titspokelikeaman，Timothy，andwasn’tMis’essYeobrightwrongaboutme？"

"Yes，itwilldo。Ididn’tknowthetwohadwalkedtogethersincelastfall，whenherauntforbadthebanns。

Howlonghasthisnewset—tobeeninmanglingthen？Doyouknow，Humphrey？"

"Yes，howlong？"saidGrandferCantlesmartly，likewiseturningtoHumphrey。"Iaskthatquestion。"

"Eversinceherauntalteredhermind，andsaidshemighthavethemanafterall，"repliedHumphrey，withoutremovinghiseyesfromthefire。Hewasasomewhatsolemnyoungfellow，andcarriedthehookandleatherglovesofafurze—cutter，hislegs，byreasonofthatoccupation，beingsheathedinbulgingleggingsasstiffasthePhilistine’sgreavesofbrass。"That’swhytheywentawaytobemarried，Icount。Yousee，afterkickingupsuchanunny—watchandforbiddingthebanns’twouldhavemadeMis’essYeobrightseemfoolish—liketohaveabangingweddinginthesameparishallasifshe’dnevergainsaidit。"

"Exactly——seemfoolish—like；andthat’sverybadforthepoorthingsthatbeso，thoughIonlyguessasmuch，tobesure，"saidGrandferCantle，stillstrenuouslypreservingasensiblebearingandmien。

"Ah，well，Iwasatchurchthatday，"saidFairway，"whichwasaverycuriousthingtohappen。"

"If’twasn’tmyname’sSimple，"saidtheGrandferemphatically。"Iha’n’tbeenthereto—year；

andnowthewinterisa—comingonIwon’tsayIshall。"

"Iha’n’tbeenthesethreeyears，"saidHumphrey；

"forI’msodeadsleepyofaSunday；and’tissoterriblefartogetthere；andwhenyoudogetthere’tissuchamortalpoorchancethatyou’llbechoseforupabove，whensomanybain’t，thatIbideathomeanddon’tgoatall。"

"Inotonlyhappenedtobethere，"saidFairway，withafreshcollectionofemphasis，"butIwassittinginthesamepewasMis’essYeobright。Andthoughyoumaynotseeitassuch，itfairlymademybloodruncoldtohearher。Yes，itisacuriousthing；butitmademybloodruncold，forIwascloseatherelbow。"

Thespeakerlookedrounduponthebystanders，nowdrawingclosertohearhim，withhislipsgatheredtighterthaneverintherigorousnessofhisdescriptivemoderation。

"’Tisaseriousjobtohavethingshappento’eethere，"

saidawomanbehind。

"’Yearetodeclareit，’wastheparson’swords，"

Fairwaycontinued。"Andthenupstoodawomanatmyside——a—touchingofme。’Well，bedamnedifthereisn’tMis’essYeobrighta—standingup，’Isaidtomyself。Yes，neighbours，thoughIwasinthetempleofprayerthat’swhatIsaid。

’Tisagainstmyconsciencetocurseandswearincompany，andIhopeanywomanherewilloverlookit。StillwhatIdidsayIdidsay，and’twouldbealieifIdidn’townit。"

"So’twould，neighbourFairway。"

"’Bedamnedifthereisn’tMis’essYeobrighta—standingup，’

Isaid，"thenarratorrepeated，givingoutthebadwordwiththesamepassionlessseverityoffaceasbefore，whichprovedhowentirelynecessityandnotgustohadtodowiththeiteration。"AndthenextthingIheardwas，’Iforbidthebanns，’fromher。’I’llspeaktoyouaftertheservice，’saidtheparson，inquiteahomelyway——yes，turningallatonceintoacommonmannoholierthanyouorI。Ah，herfacewaspale！MaybeyoucancalltomindthatmonumentinWeatherburychurch——thecross—leggedsoldierthathavehadhisarmknockedawaybytheschoolchildren？Well，hewouldabouthavematchedthatwoman’sface，whenshesaid，’Iforbidthebanns。’"

Theaudienceclearedtheirthroatsandtossedafewstalksintothefire，notbecausethesedeedswereurgent，buttogivethemselvestimetoweighthemoralofthestory。

"I’msurewhenIheardthey’dbeenforbidIfeltasgladasifanybodyhadgiedmesixpence，"saidanearnestvoice——thatofOllyDowden，awomanwholivedbymakingheathbrooms，orbesoms。Hernaturewastobeciviltoenemiesaswellastofriends，andgratefultoalltheworldforlettingherremainalive。

"Andnowthemaidhavemarriedhimjustthesame，"

saidHumphrey。

"AfterthatMis’essYeobrightcameroundandwasquiteagreeable，"Fairwayresumed，withanunheedingair，toshowthathiswordswerenoappendagetoHumphrey’s，buttheresultofindependentreflection。

"Supposingtheywereashamed，Idon’tseewhytheyshouldn’thavedoneithere—right，"saidawide—spreadwomanwhosestayscreakedlikeshoeswhenevershestoopedorturned。

"’Tiswelltocalltheneighbourstogetherandtohaeagoodracketoncenowandthen；anditmayaswellbewhenthere’saweddingasattide—times。Idon’tcareforcloseways。"

"Ah，now，you’dhardlybelieveit，butIdon’tcareforgayweddings，"saidTimothyFairway，hiseyesagaintravellinground。"IhardlyblameThomasinYeobrightandneighbourWildevefordoingitquiet，ifImustownit。

Aweddingathomemeansfiveandsix—handedreelsbythehour；

andtheydoaman’slegsnogoodwhenhe’soverforty。"

"True。Onceatthewoman’shouseyoucanhardlysaynaytobeingoneinajig，knowingallthetimethatyoubeexpectedtomakeyourselfworthyourvictuals。"

"YoubeboundtodanceatChristmasbecause’tisthetimeo’

year；youmustdanceatweddingsbecause’tisthetimeo’life。

Atchristeningsfolkwillevensmuggleinareelortwo，if’tisnofurtheronthanthefirstorsecondchiel。

Andthisisnotnamingthesongsyou’vegottosing……FormypartIlikeagoodheartyfuneralaswellasanything。

You’veassplendidvictualsanddrinkasatotherparties，andevenbetter。Anditdon’twearyourlegstostumpsintalkingoverapoorfellow’swaysasitdotostandupinhornpipes。"

"Ninefolksoutoftenwouldown’twasgoingtoofartodancethen，Isuppose？"suggestedGrandferCantle。

"’Tistheonlysortofpartyastaidmancanfeelsafeatafterthemughavebeenroundafewtimes。"

"Well，Ican’tunderstandaquietladylikelittlebodylikeTamsinYeobrightcaringtobemarriedinsuchameanway，"

saidSusanNunsuch，thewidewoman，whopreferredtheoriginalsubject。"’Tisworsethanthepoorestdo。

AndIshouldn’thavecaredabouttheman，thoughsomemaysayhe’sgood—looking。"

"Togivehimhisduehe’saclever，learnedfellowinhisway——a’mostascleverasClymYeobrightusedtobe。

HewasbroughtuptobetterthingsthankeepingtheQuietWoman。Anengineer——that’swhatthemanwas，asweknow；buthethrewawayhischance，andso’atookapublichousetolive。Hislearningwasnousetohimatall。"

"Veryoftenthecase，"saidOlly，thebesom—maker。"Andyethowpeopledostriveafteritandgetit！Theclassoffolkthatcouldn’tusetomakearoundOtosavetheirbonesfromthepitcanwritetheirnamesnowwithoutasputterofthepen，oftentimeswithoutasingleblot——whatdoIsay？——why，almostwithoutadesktoleantheirstomachsandelbowsupon。"

"True——’tisamazingwhatapolishtheworldhavebeenbroughtto，"saidHumphrey。

"Why，aforeIwentasoldierintheBang—upLocals（aswewascalled），intheyearfour，"chimedinGrandferCantlebrightly，"Ididn’tknownomorewhattheworldwaslikethanthecommonestmanamongye。Andnow，jownitall，Iwon’tsaywhatIbain’tfitfor，hey？"

"Couldstsignthebook，nodoubt，"saidFairway，"ifwastyoungenoughtojoinhandswithawomanagain，likeWildeveandMis’essTamsin，whichismorethanHumphtherecoulddo，forhefollowshisfatherinlearning。Ah，Humph，wellI

canmindwhenIwasmarriedhowIzidthyfather’smarkstaringmeinthefaceasIwenttoputdownmyname。

Heandyourmotherwerethecouplemarriedjustaforewewereandtherestoodtheyfather’scrosswitharmsstretchedoutlikeagreatbangingscarecrow。Whataterribleblackcrossthatwas——thyfather’sverylikenessinen！

TosavemysoulIcouldn’thelplaughingwhenIziden，thoughallthetimeIwasashotasdog—days，whatwiththemarrying，andwhatwiththewomana—hangingtome，andwhatwithJackChangleyandalotmorechapsgrinningatmethroughchurchwindow。Butthenextmomentastrawmotewouldhaveknockedmedown，forIcalledtomindthatifthyfatherandmotherhadhadhighwordsonce，they’dbeenatittwentytimessincethey’dbeenmanandwife，andIzidmyselfasthenextpoorstunpolltogetintothesamemess……Ah——well，whataday’twas！"

"WildeveisolderthanTamsinYeobrightbyagood—fewsummers。

Aprettymaidtoosheis。Ayoungwomanwithahomemustbeafooltotearhersmockforamanlikethat。"

Thespeaker，apeat—orturf—cutter，whohadnewlyjoinedthegroup，carriedacrosshisshoulderthesingularheart—shapedspadeoflargedimensionsusedinthatspeciesoflabour，anditswell—whettededgegleamedlikeasilverbowinthebeamsofthefire。

"Ahundredmaidenswouldhavehadhimifhe’dasked’em，"

saidthewidewoman。

"Didsteverknowaman，neighbour，thatnowomanatallwouldmarry？"inquiredHumphrey。

"Ineverdid，"saidtheturf—cutter。

"NorI，"saidanother。

"NorI，"saidGrandferCantle。

"Well，now，Ididonce，"saidTimothyFairway，addingmorefirmnesstooneofhislegs。"Ididknowofsuchaman。

Butonlyonce，mind。"Hegavehisthroatathoroughrakeround，asifitwerethedutyofeverypersonnottobemistakenthroughthicknessofvoice。"Yes，Iknewofsuchaman，"

hesaid。

"Andwhatghastlygallicrowmightthepoorfellowhavebeenlike，MasterFairway？"askedtheturf—cutter。

"Well，’awasneitheradeafman，noradumbman，norablindman。What’awasIdon’tsay。"

"Isheknownintheseparts？"saidOllyDowden。

"Hardly，"saidTimothy；"butInamenoname……Come，keepthefireupthere，youngsters。"

"WhateverisChristianCantle’steetha—chatteringfor？"

saidaboyfromamidthesmokeandshadesontheothersideoftheblaze。"Beyea—cold，Christian？"

Athinjibberingvoicewasheardtoreply，"No，notatall。"

"Comeforward，Christian，andshowyourself。Ididn’tknowyouwerehere，"saidFairway，withahumanelookacrosstowardsthatquarter。

Thusrequested，afalteringman，withreedyhair，noshoulders，andagreatquantityofwristandanklebeyondhisclothes，advancedasteportwobyhisownwill，andwaspushedbythewillofothershalfadozenstepsmore。

HewasGrandferCantle’syoungestson。

"Whatbeyequakingfor，Christian？"saidtheturf—

cutterkindly。

"I’mtheman。"

"Whatman？"

"Themannowomanwillmarry。"

"Thedeuceyoube！"saidTimothyFairway，enlarginghisgazetocoverChristian’swholesurfaceandagreatdealmore，GrandferCantlemeanwhilestaringasahenstaresattheduckshehashatched。

"Yes，Ibehe；anditmakesmeafeard，"saidChristian。

"D’yethink’twillhurtme？IshallalwayssayIdon’tcare，andsweartoit，thoughIdocareallthewhile。"

"Well，bedamnedifthisisn’tthequeereststarteverIknow’d，"saidMr。Fairway。"Ididn’tmeanyouatall。

There’sanotherinthecountry，then！Whydidyerevealyermisfortune，Christian？"

"’Twastobeif’twas，Isuppose。Ican’thelpit，canI？"Heturneduponthemhispainfullycirculareyes，surroundedbyconcentriclinesliketargets。

"No，that’strue。But’tisamelancholything，andmybloodrancoldwhenyouspoke，forIfeltthereweretwopoorfellowswhereIhadthoughtonlyone。

’Tisasadthingforye，Christian。How’stknowthewomenwon’thaethee？"

"I’veasked’em。"

"SureIshouldneverhavethoughtyouhadtheface。

Well，andwhatdidthelastonesaytoye？Nothingthatcan’tbegotover，perhaps，afterall？"

"’Getoutofmysight，youslack—twisted，slim—lookingmaphrotightfool，’wasthewoman’swordstome。"

"Notencouraging，Iown，"saidFairway。"’Getoutofmysight，youslack—twisted，slim—lookingmaphrotightfool，’

isratherahardwayofsayingNo。Buteventhatmightbeovercomebytimeandpatience，soastoletafewgreyhairsshowthemselvesinthehussy’shead。

Howoldbeyou，Christian？"

"Thirty—onelasttatie—digging，MisterFairway。"

"Notaboy——notaboy。Stillthere’shopeyet。"

"That’smyagebybaptism，becausethat’sputdowninthegreatbookoftheJudgmentthattheykeepinchurchvestry；

butMothertoldmeIwasbornsometimeaforeIwaschristened。"

"Ah！"

"Butshecouldn’ttellwhen，tosaveherlife，exceptthattherewasnomoon。"

"Nomoon——that’sbad。Hey，neighbours，that’sbadforhim！"

"Yes，’tisbad，"saidGrandferCantle，shakinghishead。

"Motherknow’d’twasnomoon，forsheaskedanotherwomanthathadanalmanac，asshedidwheneveraboywasborntoher，becauseofthesaying，’Nomoon，noman，’whichmadeherafeardeveryman—childshehad。

Doyereallythinkitserious，MisterFairway，thattherewasnomoon？"

"Yes。’Nomoon，noman。’’Tisoneofthetruestsayingseverspitout。Theboynevercomestoanythingthat’sbornatnewmoon。Abadjobforthee，Christian，thatyoushouldhaveshowedyournosethenofalldaysinthemonth。"

"Isupposethemoonwasterriblefullwhenyouwereborn？"

saidChristian，withalookofhopelessadmirationatFairway。

"Well，’awasnotnew，"Mr。Fairwayreplied，withadisinterestedgaze。

"I’dsoonergowithoutdrinkatLammas—tidethanbeamanofnomoon，"continuedChristian，inthesameshatteredrecitative。"’TissaidIbeonlytheramesofaman，andnogoodformyraceatall；andIsupposethat’sthecauseo’t。"

"Ay，"saidGrandferCantle，somewhatsubduedinspirit；

"andyethismothercriedforscoresofhourswhen’awasaboy，forfearheshouldoutgrowhisselfandgoforasoldier。"

"Well，there’smanyjustasbadashe。"saidFairway。

"Wethersmustlivetheirtimeaswellasothersheep，poorsoul。"

"SoperhapsIshallrubon？OughtItobeafearedo’

nights，MasterFairway？"

"You’llhavetoliealoneallyourlife；and’tisnottomarriedcouplesbuttosinglesleepersthataghostshowshimselfwhen’adocome。Onehasbeenseenlately，too。