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Chapter 7
Iwasgoingonthinkingawayallthesegrand,tenderthoughts,whenmyreveriewasbrokeninuponbyashrillpipingvoicecryingout:
"Allright,sur,I’ma-coming,I’ma-coming.It’sallright,sur;don’tyoubeinahurry."
Ilookedup,andsawanoldbald-headedmanhobblingacrossthechurchyardtowardsme,carryingahugebunchofkeysinhishandthatshookandjingledateverystep.
Imotionedhimawaywithsilentdignity,buthestilladvanced,screechingoutthewhile:
"I’ma-coming,sur,I’ma-coming.I’malittlelame.Iain’tasspryasIusedtobe.Thisway,sur."
"Goaway,youmiserableoldman,"Isaid.
"I’vecomeassoonasIcould,sur,"hereplied."Mymissisneverseeyoutilljustthisminute.Youfollowme,sur."
"Goaway,"Irepeated;"leavemebeforeIgetoverthewall,andslayyou."
Heseemedsurprised.
"Don’tyouwanttoseethetombs?"hesaid.
"No,"Ianswered,"Idon’t.Iwanttostophere,leaningupagainstthisgrittyoldwall.Goaway,anddon’tdisturbme. Iamchockfullofbeautifulandnoblethoughts,andIwanttostoplikeit,becauseitfeelsniceandgood. Don’tyoucomefoolingabout,makingmemad,chivyingawayallmybetterfeelingswiththissillytombstonenonsenseofyours. Goaway,andgetsomebodytoburyyoucheap,andI’llpayhalftheexpense."
