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To listen, now and then jerking his head around and casting a quick glance
Toward the bed; and always muttering, always mumbling to himself. At last he
Found what he seemed to want — a rusty old butcher-knife and a whetstone.
Then he crept to his place by the fire, sat himself down, and began to whet the
Knife softly on the stone, still muttering, mumbling, ejaculating. The winds
Sighed around the lonely place, the mysterious voices of the night floated by
Out of the distances. The shining eyes of venturesome mice and rats peered out
At the old man from cracks and coverts, but he went on with his work, rapt,
Absorbed, and noted none of these things.
At long intervals he drew his thumb along the edge of his knife, and nodded
his head with satisfaction. 'It grows sharper,' he said; 'yes, it grows sharper.'
He took no note of the flight of time, but worked tranquilly on, entertaining
himself with his thoughts, which broke out occasionally in articulate speech:
'His father wrought us evil, he destroyed us — and is gone down into the
eternal fires! Yes, down into the eternal fires! He escaped us — but it was
God's will, yes it was God's will, we must not repine. But he hath not escaped
the fires! no, he hath not escaped the fires, the consuming, unpitying,
remorseless fires — and they are everlasting!'
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