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I saw that love, trying to watch by death, had failed, because the thing that is not needs not to be watched. I saw all this and more. I think I must have unconsciously pushed the door against the wall, for somehow I made a noise with it, and you woke." Hester's face alone showed that she understood him. She turned and looked at Moxy to calm the emotion to which she would not give scope.
Margaret Franks, in the cellar of her poverty, the grave yawning below it for her Moxy, felt as if there was no heaven at all, only a sky. But a strange necessity was at hand to compel the mother to rouse afresh all the latent hope and faith and prayer that were in her. By an inexplicable insight the child seemed to know that he was dying.
"Pray to the heavenly father, Moxy," she went on and there stopped, thinking what she should tell him to ask for. "Tell him," she resumed, "that you don't want to be put in a hole, and tell him that mother does not want you to be put in a hole, for she loves you with all her heart." "Don't put me in the hole," said Moxy, now using the definite article.
"Well, what o' that?" returned his father. "'Taint no door open to us or the likes on us. There ain't no open door for the likes of us but the door o' the grave." "Perhaps this is it, father," said Moxy. "If it be," answered his father with bitterness, "we'll find it open, I'll be bound." The boy's hand had come upon a latch; he lifted it, and pushed. "Father," he cried with a gasp, "it is open!"
It's some sort of a cellar p'r'aps at the bottom of a church. It do look as if it wur left open jest for us! You used to talk about him above, wife!" He took her by the hand and led the way into the darkness, the boys following, one of them with a hold of his mother, and his arm round the other, who was carrying Moxy. Franks closed the door behind them, and they had gained a refuge.
This last would appear in the occasional suffering it caused Moxy, the youngest, to do as his father required, but oftener in the incongruity between the lovely expression of the boy's face, and the oddity of it when it became the field of certain comicalities required of him especially when, stuck through between his feet, it had to grin like a demon carved on the folding seat of a choir-stall.
And Franks as he walked home weary, took some comfort that his Moxy was not with him to trouble his mother with his white face and drawn look. The same day lord Gartley called, but was informed by Sarah, who opened the door but a chink, that the small-pox was in the house, and that she could admit no one but the doctor.
The back-door of every tomb opens on a hill-top. With awe-struck faces the boys looked on. They too could now see Moxy's face. They had loved Moxy loved him more than they knew yet. The woman at length raised her head, and looked at Hester. "Oh, miss, it's Moxy!" she said, and burst into a fresh passion of grief. "The dear child!" said Hester. "Oh, miss! who's to look after him now?"
But, as with herself, it was the boy Moxy that chiefly attracted him, though the show of physical prowess was far from uninteresting to him; and although what she saw through the smoky illumination of the dip was not attractive to her, the question remains whether it was really the man himself she saw, or only an appearance made up of candle gleam and gloom, complemented by her imagination.
The other might heed the sufferings and confusions that resulted; but for her must remain a fearful looking for of judgment and fiery indignation! When the morning came and she heard Sarah stirring, she sent her to take her place, and went to get a little rest. But she could not sleep. She rose, went back to the room where the dead Moxy lay, and sent Sarah to get breakfast ready.
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