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Chapter 22
Willyouclamberup,andpluckittoshowtopapa?"
Cathystaredalongtimeatthelonelyblossomtremblinginitsearthyshelter,andreplied,atlength:
"No,I’llnottouchit;butitlooksmelancholy,doesitnot,Ellen?"
"Yes,"Iobserved,"aboutasstarvedandsacklessasyou:yourcheeksarebloodless;letustakeholdofhandsandrun.You’resolow,IdaresayIshallkeepupwithyou."
"No,"sherepeated,andcontinuedsaunteringon,pausingatintervals,tomuseoverabitofmoss,oratuftofblanchedgrass,orafungusspreadingitsbrightorangeamongtheheapsofbrownfoliage;and,everandanon,herhandwasliftedtoheravertedface.
"Catherine,whyareyoucrying,love?"Iasked,approachingandputtingmyarmoverhershoulder."Youmustn’tcrybecausepapahasacold;bethankfulitisnothingworse."
Shenowputnofurtherrestraintonhertears;herbreathwasstifledbysobs.
"Oh,itwillbesomethingworse,"shesaid."AndwhatshallIdowhenpapaandyouleaveme,andIambymyself!Ican’tforgetyourwords,Ellen;theyarealwaysinmyear.Howlifewillbechanged,howdrearytheworldwillbewhenpapaandyouaredead."
"Nonecantell,whetheryouwon’tdiebeforeus,"Ireplied."It’swrongtoanticipateevil.We’llhopethereareyearsandyearstocomebeforeanyofusgo:masterisyoung,andIamstrong,andhardlyforty-five.Mymotherlivedtilleighty,acantydametothelast.AndsupposeMr.
