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Some offered such rude comfort as their
sympathetic hearts but not too fecund intellects could devise, and as
often as not it was sorry comfort enough. Some stood all but
speechless, only gasping out at intervals, "Deary me." Others, again,
seemed afflicted with what old Matthew Branthwaite called "doddering"
and a fit of the "gapes."
It was towards nightfall when Matthew himself came to Shoulthwaite.
"I'm the dame's auldest neighbor," he had said at the Red Lion that
afternoon, when the event of the night previous had been discussed.
"It's nobbut reet 'at I should gang alang to her this awesome day.
She'll be glad of the neighborhood of an auld friend's crack." They
were at their evening meal of sweet broth when Matthew's knock came to
the door, followed, without much interval, by his somewhat gaunt
figure on the threshold.
"Come your ways in," said Mrs. Ray. "And how fend you, Mattha?"
"For mysel', I's gayly. Are ye middlin' weel?" the old man said.
"I'm a lang way better, but I'm going yon way too. It's far away the
bainer way for me now.


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