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58 Here the singer came to a little stile, fifty yards in advance of Jonathan, passed over it into the highway, and went forward, singing,

"Sarah!"

"Sarah!"

She turned and stood still until Jonathan reached her.

"I thought it was thy voice I heard in Barton Woods. Eh, lass! I am glad to see thee. Is all well wi' thee?"

"I try to think so, master. One mustn't expect too much o' this life."

"Steve's loom has stood still varry often lately. It's enough to try anybody's patience. It is that"