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His nose, never a thing of beauty, was now a standing offence. The children ran from it, and Joses was genuinely fond of children. The little daughter of Mrs. Boam, his landlady, Jenny, once his friend, had now deserted him. And there was the matter of the young man, which he found it even harder to forgive. That young man was Silver, and he was a Mug.
Boam was weeping as she opened. "May I see him?" said the girl. "Yes, Miss," answered the other. "We shall miss him, Jenny and me. He were that lovable." Boy went upstairs and entered. Joses was at peace: the dignity of death upon him. She laid the violets on his breast. Old Mat on Heaven and Earth
And in this house there's Mrs. Boam, and Jenny, and the pussy-cat. I should miss it." He lifted those suffering eyes of his. "I don't want to pass what little time I've left in the cage." "But they won't hurt you now," cried Boy. "They couldn't." The other laughed his dreadful laughter. "Couldn't they?" he said. "You don't know 'em. It's the cat-and-mouse business all the time. I'm the mouse.
A little farther down the street she met the vicar. On her face was that frosty look that Mr. Haggard said made him afraid. "Well, Boy?" he said. "Good morning, Mr. Haggard," she answered, but she did not stop. That evening she called at the cottage where Joses lodged and handed Mrs. Boam the knife done up in brown paper. "Will you give this to Mr. Joses?" she said.
Woodburn had no notion what he meant, and believed, perhaps rightly, that he did not know himself. "He's been unfortunate," she said. "So I guessed," answered the young man. "He asked me who sent me, and when I told him said he'd be grateful if you'd call on him." "I'll go round." Toward evening she called at the cottage. Mrs. Boam showed her up.
The young couple strolled on up the slope. Boy looked across the Paddock Close to Joses's window. Mrs. Boam was pulling up the blind, and the sun was pouring in splendid torrents on to the dead man within. The girl was glad. They came to the quiet church. "Shall we go in?" she said. "Let's," he answered. Mr. Haggard, in his cassock, was arranging the narcissi on the altar.
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