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Updated: May 5, 2025
She dreamed that she was sitting just where she really was seated, and that the grave-digger's wife had gone to make some coffee, but had first to grind the coffee-beans, and that a beautiful boy stood in the doorway a boy as charming as the little count had been; and the child said, "The world is now passing away. Hold fast to me, for thou art my mother.
The new-comer was very gay; the goodness of the mother is written in the gayety of the child; she had seized a scrap of wood which served her for a shovel, and energetically dug a cavity big enough for a fly. The grave-digger's business becomes a subject for laughter when performed by a child. The two women pursued their chat. "What is your little one's name?" "Cosette."
She passed by the grave-digger's house; his wife was standing in the doorway, and they spoke to each other. "You are looking very well," said the grave-digger's wife. "You are stout and hearty. The world goes well with you apparently." "Pretty well," replied Anne Lisbeth. "The little vessel has been lost," said the grave-digger's wife.
She was placed with the grave-digger's wife, and from thence she went to the count's splendid country-seat, where she lived in handsome rooms, and was dressed in silks and fineries; not a breath of wind was to blow on her; no one dared to say a rough word to her, nothing was to be done to annoy her; for she nursed the count's son and heir, who was as carefully tended as a prince, and as beautiful as an angel.
She had brought some coffee-beans and chicory with her; it would be a kindness to the grave-digger's wife to make her a present of these; and, when she did so, it was agreed that they should take a cup of coffee together. The mistress of the house went to prepare it, and Anne Lisbeth sat down to wait for it.
Its disciples will call a spade a spade; but only when it is a grave-digger's spade. The higher culture is sad, cheap, impudent, unkind, without honesty and without ease. In short, it is "high." No; if you were setting women free for something else, I might be more melted.
She would not say one word to the grave-digger's wife to lead her to think that she was no longer a person of consequence at the count's. The raven screeched again just over her head. "That horrid noise!" said Anne Lisbeth; "it has quite startled me to-day."
You see it is a long distance from yonder stream and yet, she brought the water that distance, to wet this plant whenever she visited the grave. She really felt grateful to Mr. Acton for his kindness to her father. All her people, too, loved him." While George listened with interest to the grave-digger's recital, a young man from the village happened along.
The boy at the helm cried aloud, "In the name of Jesus!" The little bark had struck on a large sunken rock, and sank as an old shoe would sink in a small pool sank with men and mice on board, as the saying is; and there certainly were mice, but only one man and a half the skipper and the grave-digger's boy.
How often the philosopher longed for his old friend Lapidoth the grave-digger's son-in-law to talk things over with, instead of this carnal vagabond. They had been poverty-stricken enough, those two, but oh! how differently they had taken the position. How they had played the cynic, he and the grave-digger's son-in-law, turning up with remorseless spade the hollow bones of human virtue!
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