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Charles Dickens chapter 35 It was the first time that a grave had opened in my road of life, and the gap it made in the smooth ground was wonderful.

The figure of my sister in her chair by the kitchen fire haunted me day and night.

That the place could possibly be without her was something my mind seemed unable to compass.

And whereas she had seldom or never been in my thoughts of late, I had now the strangest ideas that she was coming towards me in the street or that she would presently knock at the door in my rooms too, with which she had never been at all associated.

There was at once the blankness of death, and a perpetual suggestion of the sound of her voice, or the turn of her face or figure, as if she were still alive and had been often there.

Whatever my fortunes might have been, I could scarcely have recalled my sister with much tenderness.

But I suppose there's a shock of regret which may exist without much tenderness under its influence.

And perhaps to make up for the want of the softer feeling, I was seized with a violent indignation against the assailant from whom she had suffered so much.

And I felt that on sufficient proof I could have revengefully pursued orlick or anyone else to the last extremity.

Having written to Joe to offer him consolation and to assure him that I would come to the funeral.

I passed the intermediate days in the curious state of mind I have glanced at.

I went down early in the morning and alighted at the Blue Boar in good time to walk over to the forge.

It was fine summer weather again and as I walked along the times when I was a little helpless creature and my sister did not spare me, vividly returned.

But they returned with a gentle tone upon them that softened even the edge of tickler for now the very breath of the beans and clover whispered to my heart that the day must come when it would be well my memory that others walking in the sunshine should be softened as they thought of me.

At last I came within sight of the house and saw that TRAB and Co had put in a funeral execution and taken possession two dismally, absurd persons, each ostentatiously exhibiting a crutch done up in a black bandage, as if that instrument could possibly communicate any comfort to anybody, were posted at the front door.

And in one of them I recognized a postboy discharged from the boar for turning a young couple into a sawpit on their bridal morning.

In consequence of intoxication rendering it necessary for him to ride his horse clasped brown the neck with both arms.

All the children of the village and most of the women were admiring these sable warders and the closed windows of the house and forge.

And as I came up, one of the two warders the postboy knocked at the door implying that I was far too much exhausted by grief to have strength remaining to knock for myself.

Another sable warder, a carpenter who had once eaten two geese for a wager opened the door and showed me into the best parlor.

Here.

Mr.

TRAB had taken unto himself the best table and it got all the leaves up and was holding a kind of black bazaar with the aid of a quantity of black pins.

At the moment of my arrival he had just finished putting somebody's hat into black long clothes like an African baby.

So he held out his hand for mine but I, misled by the action and confused by the occasion, shook hands with him with every testimony of warm affection.

Poor dear Joe, entangled in a little black cloak tied in a large bow under his chin, was seated apart at the upper end of the room whereas Chief Mourner, he had evidently been stationed by TRAB.

When I bent down and said to him, dear Joe, how are you?

He said, Pit, old chap, you knowed her.

When she were a fine figure of.

A and clasped my hand and said no more.

Biddy, looking very neat and modest in her black dress, went quietly here and there and was very helpful.

When I had spoken to Bidy, as I thought it not a time for talking.

I went and sat down near Joe and there began to wonder in what part of the house it she my sister was.

The air of the parlor being faint with the smell of sweet cake, I looked about for the table of refreshments.

It was scarcely visible until one had got accustomed to the gloom, but there was a cut up plum cake upon it, and there were cut up oranges and sandwiches and biscuits, and two decanters that I knew very well as ornaments, but had never seen used in all my life, one full of port and one of sherry.

Standing at this table, I became conscious of the servile pumblechook in a black cloak and several yards of hatband, who was alternately stuffing himself and making obsecuous movements to catch my attention.

The moment he succeeded, he came over to me breathing sherry and crumbs, and said in a subdued voice, may I, dear sir?

And did, and then described Mr.

And Mrs.

Hubble, the last named, in a decent speechless paroxysm in the corner we were all going to follow, and were all in course of being tied up separately by TRAB into ridiculous bundles.

Which I mean to say, Pip, Joe.

Whispered me, as we were being what Mr.

TRAB called formed in the parlor two and two.

And it was dreadfully, like a preparation for some grim kind of dance which.

I mean to say, sir, as I would in preference have carried her to the church myself along with three or four friendly ones what come to it with willing hearts and arms.

But it were considered what the neighbors would look down on such and would be of opinions, as it were wanting in respect.

Pocket handkerchiefs out all.

Cried Mr.

TRAB, at this point in a depressed business like voice.

Pocket handkerchiefs out.

We are ready.

So we all put our pocket handkerchiefs to our faces as if our noses were bleeding, and filed out two and two.

Joe and I biddy and pumblechuk.

Mr.

And Mrs.

Hubble.

The remains of my poor sister had been brought round by the kitchen door and it being a point of undertaking ceremony that the six bearers must be stifled and blinded under a horrible black velvet housing with a white border.

The hole looked like a blind monster with twelve human legs, shuffling and blundering along under the guidance of two keepers the post boy and his comrade.

Neighborhood, however, highly approved of these arrangements, and we were much admired as we went through the village, the more youthful and vigorous part of the community, making dashes now and then to cut us off and lying in wait to intercept us at points of vantage.

At such times the more exuberant among them called out in an excited manner on our emergence round some corner of expectancy, here they come.

Here they are.

And we were all but cheered in this progress.

I was much annoyed by the abject Pumblechuk, who, being behind me, persisted all the way as a delicate attention in arranging my streaming hat band and smoothing my cloak.

My thoughts were further distracted by the excessive pride of Mr.

And Mrs.

Hubble who were surpassingly conceited and vainglorious in being members of so distinguished a procession.

And now the range of marshes lay clear before us with the sails of the ships on the river growing out of it.

And we went into the churchyard close to the graves of my unknown parents philip Pirup, lad of this parish and also Georgiana, wife of the above.

And there my sister was laid quietly in the earth while the lark sang high above it and the light wind strewed it with beautiful shadows of clouds and trees of the conduct of the worldly minded Pumble chuck.

While this was doing, I desire to say no more than it was all addressed to me and that even when those noble passages were read which remind humanity how it brought nothing into the world and can take nothing out and how it fleeth like a shadow and never continueth long.

In one's day I heard him cough a reservation of the case of a young gentleman who came unexpectedly into large property.

When we got back, he had the hardahod to tell me that he wished my sister could have known I had done her so much honor and a hint that she would have considered it reasonably purchased at the price of her death.

After that, he drank all the rest of the sherry and Mr.

Hubble drank the port and the two talked which I have since observed to be customary in such cases as if they were of quite another race from the deceased and were notoriously immortal.

Finally, he went away with Mr.

And Mrs.

Hubble to make an evening of it, I felt sure and to tell the jolly bargeman that he was the founder of my fortunes and my earliest benefactor.

When they were all gone and when TRAB and his men, but not his boy, I looked for him had crammed their mummery into bags and were gone too, the house felt wholesomer.

Soon afterwards, Biddy, Joe and I had a cold dinner together but we dined in the best parlor, not in the old kitchen.

And Joe was so exceedingly particular what he did with his knife and fork and the salt cellar and whatnot that there was great restraint upon us.

But after dinner, when I made him take his pipe and when I had loitered with him about the forge and when we sat down together on the great block of stone outside it, we got on better.

I noticed that after the funeral joe changed his clothes so far as to make a compromise between his Sunday dress and working dress in which the dear fellow looked natural and like the man he was.

He was very much pleased by my asking if I might sleep in my own little room and I was pleased, too, for I felt that I had done rather a great thing in making the request.

When the shadows of evening were closing in, I took an opportunity of getting into the garden with Biddy for a little talk.

Biddy, said I, I think you might have written to me about these sad matters.

Do you, Mr.

Pip?

Said Biddy.

I should have written if I had thought that.

Don't suppose that I mean to be unkind, Bidy, when I say I consider that you ought to have thought that.

Do you, Mr.

Pip?

She was so quiet and in such an orderly, good and pretty way with her that I did not like the thought of making her cry again after looking a little at her downcast eyes as she walked beside me.

I gave up that point.

I suppose it will be difficult for you to remain here now, Biddy dear.

Oh, I can't do so, Mr.

Pip, said Biddy in a tone of regret, but still of quiet conviction.

I have been speaking to Mrs.

Hubble, and I'm going to her tomorrow.

I hope we shall be able to take some care of Mr.

gardery together.

Until he settles down.

How are you going to live, Biddy, if you want any?

How am I going to live?

Repeated Biddy, striking in with a momentary flush upon her face.

I'll tell you, Mr.

Pip, I'm going to try to get the place of mistress in the new school nearly finished here.

I can be well recommended by all the neighbors, and I hope I can be industrious and patient and teach myself.

While I teach others.

You know, Mr.

Pip, pursued Biddy with a smile as she raised her eyes to my face.

The new schools are not like the.

Old, but I learned a good deal.

From you after that time, and have had time since then to improve.

I think you would always improve, Biddy, under any circumstances, except in my bad side of human nature, murmured Biddy.

It was not so much a reproach as an irresistible thinking aloud.

Well, I thought I would give up that point too.

So I walked a little further with Bidy looking silently at her downcast eyes.

I've not heard the particulars of my sister's death, Biddy.

Their very slight, poor thing.

She had been in one of her.

Bad states, though they had got better.

Of late rather than worse for four days.

When she came out of it in the evening just at tea time, and said quite plainly, joe.

She had never said any word for a long while.

I ran and fetched in Mr.

Gardrey from the forge.

She made signs to me that she wanted him to sit down close to her, and wanted me to put her arms round his neck.

So I put them round his neck, and she laid her head down on his shoulder, quite content and satisfied.

And so she presently said Joe again, and once pardon.

And once pip.

And so she never lifted her head up anymore.

And it was just an hour later when we laid it down on her.

Own bed, because we found she was gone.

Biddy cried.

The darkening garden and the lane and the stars that were coming out were blurred in my own sight.

Nothing was ever discovered, Biddy, nothing.

Do you know what has become of Orlich?

I should think from the color of his clothes that he's working in the quarries.

Of course.

You have seen him.

Then why are you looking at that dark tree in the lane?

I saw him there on the night she died.

That was not the last time either, Biddy.

No, I've seen him there since we've been walking here.

It is of no use, said Biddy, laying her hand upon my arm as I was for running out.

You know I would not deceive you.

He was not there a minute, and he is gone.

It revived my utmost indignation to find that she was still pursued by this fellow, and I felt inveterate against him.

I told her so, and told her that I would spend any money or take any pains to drive him out of that country.

Might agrees.

She led me into more temperate talk, and she told me how Joe loved me, and how Joe never complained of anything she didn't say of me.

She had no need.

I knew what she meant, but ever did his duty in his way of life with a strong hand, a quiet tongue, and a gentle heart.

Indeed, it would be hard to say too much for him, said I.

And Biddy, we must often speak of these things, for of course I shall be often down here now.

I'm not going to leave poor Joe alone, biddy said.

Never a single word.

Biddy, don't you hear me?

Yes, Mr.

Pip.

Not to mention you're calling me Mr.

Pip, which appears to me to be in bad taste.

Biddy, what do you mean?

What do I mean?

Asked bidy.

Timidly.

Biddy, said I in a virtuously, self asserting manner.

I must request to know what you mean by this.

By this?

Said Biddy.

Now, don't echo, I retorted.

You used not to echo bitty.

Use.

Not said.

Biddy.

Oh, Mr.

Pip.

Used.

Well, I rather thought I would give up that point too.

After another silent turn in the garden, I fell back on the main position.

Biddy said, I made a remark respecting my coming down here often to see Joe, which you received with marked silence.

Have the goodness, Bidy, to tell me why.

Are you quite sure, then, that you.

Will come to see him often?

Asked Biddy, stopping in the narrow garden walk and looking at me under the stars with a clear and honest eye.

Oh, dear me, said I, as if I found myself compelled to give up Biddy in despair.

This really is a very bad side of human nature, don't say any more, if you please, Biddy.

This shocks me very much.

For which cogent reason I kept Biddy at a distance during supper and when I went up to my own little room, took as stately a leave of her as I could in my murmuring soul.

Deem reconcilable with the churchyard in the event of the day as often as I was restless in the night, and that was every quarter of an hour, I reflected what an unkindness, what an injury, what an injustice Biddy had done me.

Early in the morning I was to go.

Early in the morning I was out and looking in unseen at one of the wooden windows of the forge.

There I stood for minutes, looking at Joe, already at work, with a glow of health and strength upon his face that made it show as if the bright sun of the life in store for him were shining on it.

Goodbye, dear Joe.

No, don't wipe it off, for God's sake.

Give me your blackened hand.

I shall be down soon and often.

Never too soon, sir, said Joe.

And never too often Pip.

Biddy was waiting for me at the kitchen door with a mug of new milk and a crust of bread.

Bidy, said I, when I gave her my hand at parting, I'm not angry, but I am hurt.

No, don't be hurt, she pleaded, quite pathetically.

Let only me be hurt if I.

Have been ungenerous once more.

The mists were rising as I walked away.

If they disclosed to me, as I suspect they did, that I should not come back, and that Biddy was quite right, all I can say is, they were quite right, too.

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