Notaword，norsoundbetweenus；notevenakisswasinterchanged；butman，ormaid，whohaseverlovedhathlearnedourunderstanding。
　　Thereforeitcametopass，thatwesawfittoenterSirEnsor’sroominthefollowingmanner。Lorna，withherrighthandswallowedentirelybythepalmofmine，andherwaistretiredfromviewbymeansofmyleftarm。
　　Allonesideofherhaircamedown，inawaytoberemembered，upontheleftandfairestpartofmyfavouriteotter-skinwaistcoat；andherheadaswellwouldhavelaintheredoubtless，butforthedangerofwalkingso。I，formypart，wastoofargonetolagbehindinthematter；butcarriedmylovebravely，fearingneitherdeathnorhell，whilesheabodebesideme。
　　OldSirEnsorlookedmuchastonished。Forfortyyearshehadbeenobeyedandfearedbyallaroundhim；andheknewthatIhadfearedhimvastly，beforeIgotholdofLorna。AndindeedIwasstillafraidofhim；onlyforlovingLornaso，andhavingtoprotecther。
　　ThenImadehimabow，totheverybestofallIhadlearnedbothatTivertonandinLondon；afterthatI
　　waitedforhimtobegin，asbecamehisageandrankinlife。
　　’Yetwofools!’hesaidatlast，withadepthofcontemptwhichnowordsmayexpress；’yetwofools!’
　　’Mayitpleaseyourworship，’Iansweredsoftly；’maybewearenotsuchfoolsaswelook。Butthoughwebe，wearewellcontent，solongaswemaybetwofoolstogether。’
　　’Why，John，’saidtheoldman，withaspark，asofsmilinginhiseyes；’thouartnotaltogethertheclumsyyokel，andtheclod，Itooktheefor。’
　　’Oh，no，grandfather；oh，deargrandfather，’criedLorna，withsuchzealandflashing，thatherhandswentforward；’nobodyknowswhatJohnRiddis，becauseheissomodest。Imean，nobodyexceptme，dear。’Andheresheturnedtomeagain，androseupontiptoe，andkissedme。
　　’Ihaveseenalittleo’theworld，’saidtheoldman，whileIwashalfashamed，althoughsoproudofLorna；
　　’butthisisbeyondallIhaveseen，andnearlyallI
　　haveheardof。ItismorefitforsouthernclimatesthanforthefogsofExmoor。’
　　’Itisfitforalltheworld，yourworship；withyourhonour’sgoodleave，andwill，’Iansweredinhumility，beingstillashamedofit；’whenithappenssotopeople，thereisnothingthatcanstopit，sir。’
　　NowSirEnsorDoonewasleaningbackuponhisbrownchair-rail，whichwasbuiltlikeatriangle，asinoldfarmhousesfromoneofwhichithadcome，nodoubt，freefromexpenseorgratitude；andasIspokehecoughedalittle；andhesighedagooddealmore；andperhapshisdyingheartdesiredtoopentimeagain，withsuchaliftofwarmthandhopeashedescriedinoureyes，andarms。Icouldnotunderstandhimthen；
　　anymorethanababyplayingwithhisgrandfather’sspectacles；neverthelessIwonderedwhether，athistimeoflife，orratheronthebrinkofdeath，hewasthinkingofhisyouthandpride。
　　’Foolsyouare；befoolsforever，’saidSirEnsorDoone，atlast；whilewefearedtobreakhisthoughts，butleteachotherknowourown，withlittlewaysofpressure；’itisthebestthingIcanwishyou；boyandgirl，beboyandgirl，untilyouhavegrandchildren。’
　　Partlyinbitternesshespoke，andpartlyinpureweariness，andthenheturnedsoasnottoseeus；andhiswhitehairfell，likeashroud，aroundhim。
　　Allthingsbeingfullofflaw，allthingsbeingfullofholes，thestrengthofallthingsisinshortness。
　　IfSirEnsorDoonehaddwelledforhalfanhouruponhimself，andanhourperhapsuponLornaandme，wemustbothhaveweariedofhim，andrequiredchangeofair。
　　ButnowIlongedtoseeandknowagreatdealmoreabouthim，andhopedthathemightnotgotoHeavenforatleastaweekormore。However，hewastoogoodforthisworldaswesayofallpeoplewholeaveit；andIverilybelievehisheartwasnotabadone，afterall。
　　Evilhehaddone，nodoubt，asevilhadbeendonetohim；yethowmanyhavedoneevil，whilereceivingonlygood!Bethatasitmay；andnotvexingaquestionsettledforeverwithoutourvotes，letusownthathewas，atleast，abraveandcourteousgentleman。
　　Andhislossarousedgreatlamentation，notamongtheDoonesalone，andthewomentheyhadcarriedoff，butalsoofthegeneralpublic，andmanyevenofthemagistrates，forseveralmilesroundExmoor。Andthis，notonlyfromfearlestonemorewickedmightsucceedhimasappearedindeedtooprobable，butfromtrueadmirationofhisstrongwill，andsympathywithhismisfortunes。
　　Iwillnotdeceiveanyone，bysayingthatSirEnsorDoonegaveinsomanywordshisconsenttomyresolveaboutLorna。Thisheneverdid，exceptbyhisspeechlastwrittendown；fromwhichashementionedgrandchildren，alawyerperhapsmighthavearguedit。
　　Notbutwhathemayhavemeanttobestowonushisblessing；onlythathediednextday，withouttakingthetroubletodoit。
　　Hecalledindeedforhisboxofsnuff，whichwasaveryhighthingtotake；andwhichhenevertookwithoutbeinginverygoodhumour，atleastforhim。Andthoughitwouldnotgouphisnostrils，throughthefailureofhisbreath，hewaspleasedtohaveitthere，andnottothinkofdying。
　　’Willyourhonourhaveitwiped？’Iaskedhimverysoftly，forthebrownappearanceofitspoiledtomyideahiswhitemostacchio；butheseemedtoshakehishead；andIthoughtitkepthisspiritsup。Ihadneverbeforeseenanyonedo，whatallofushavetodosomeday；anditgreatlykeptmyspiritsdown，althoughitdidnotsoverymuchfrightenme。
　　Forittakesamanbutalittlewhile，hisinstinctbeingofdeathperhaps，atleastasmuchasoflifewhichaccountsforhisslayinghisfellowmenso，andeveryothercreature，itdoesnottakeamanverylongtoenterintoanotherman’sdeath，andbringhisownmoodtosuitit。Heknowsthathisownissuretocome；andnatureisfondofthepractice。HenceitcametopassthatI，aftereasingmymother’sfears，andseeingalittletobusiness，returnedasifdrawnbyapolarneedletothedeath-bedofSirEnsor。
　　Therewassomelittleconfusion，peoplewantingtogetaway，andpeopletryingtocomein，fromdownrightcuriosityofallthingsthemosthateful，andothersmakinggreatto-do，andtalkingoftheirowntimetocome，tellingtheirownage，andsoon。Buteveryoneseemedtothink，orfeel，thatIhadarighttobethere；becausethewomentookthatviewofit。AsforCarverandCounsellor，theyweremindingtheirownaffairs，soastowinthesuccession；andneverfounditintheirbusinessatleastsolongasIwasthere
　　tocomenearthedyingman。
　　He，forhispart，neveraskedforanyonetocomenearhim，notevenapriest，noramonkorfriar；butseemedtobegoinghisownway，peaceful，andwellcontented。
　　Onlythechiefofthewomensaidthatfromhisfaceshebelievedandknewthathelikedtohavemeatonesideofhisbed，andLornaupontheother。Anhourortwoeretheoldmandied，whenonlywetwowerewithhim，helookedatusbothverydimlyandsoftly，asifhewishedtodosomethingforus，buthadleftitnowtoolate。Lornahopedthathewantedtoblessus；butheonlyfrownedatthat，andlethishanddropdownward，andcrookedoneknottedfinger。
　　’Hewantssomethingoutofthebed，dear，’Lornawhisperedtome；’seewhatitis，uponyourside，there。’
　　Ifollowedthebentofhispoorshrunkenhand，andsoughtamongthepilings；andthereIfeltsomethinghardandsharp，anddrewitforthandgaveittohim。
　　Itflashed，likethesprayofafountainuponus，inthedarkwinteroftheroom。Hecouldnottakeitinhishand，butletithang，asdaisiesdo；onlymakingLornaseethathemeanthertohaveit。
　　’Why，itismyglassnecklace!’Lornacried，ingreatsurprise；’mynecklacehealwayspromisedme；andfromwhichyouhavegotthering，John。Butgrandfatherkeptit，becausethechildrenwantedtopullitfrommyneck。MayIhaveitnow，deargrandfather？Notunlessyouwish，dear。’
　　DarlingLornaweptagain，becausetheoldmancouldnottellherexceptbyoneveryfeeblenodthatshewasdoingwhathewished。Thenshegavetomethetrinket，forthesakeofsafety；andIstoweditinmybreast。Heseemedtometofollowthis，andtobewellcontentwithit。
　　BeforeSirEnsorDoonewasburied，thegreatestfrostofthecenturyhadsetin，withitsironhand，andstepofstone，oneverything。Howitcameisnotmybusiness，norcanIexplainit；becauseIneverhavewatchedtheskies；aspeoplenowbegintodo，whenthegroundisnottotheirliking。ThoughofallthisI
　　knownothing，andlessthannothingImaysaybecauseIoughttoknowsomething；Icanhearwhatpeopletellme；andIcanseebeforemyeyes。
　　Thestrongmenbrokethreegoodpickaxes，eretheygotthroughthehardbrownsod，streakedwithlittlemapsofgraywhereoldSirEnsorwastolie，uponhisback，awaitingthedarknessoftheJudgment-day。Itwasinthelittlechapel-yard；Iwillnottellthenameofit；
　　becausewearenowsuchProtestants，thatImightdoitanevilturn；onlyitwasthelittleplacewhereLorna’sAuntSabinalay。
　　HerewasI，remaininglong，withalittlecuriosity；
　　becausesomepeopletoldmeplainlythatImustbedamnedforeverbyaPapistfuneral；andherecameLorna，scarcelybreathingthroughthethickofstuffaroundher，yetwithallherlittlebreathsteamingontheair，likefrost。
　　Istoodapartfromtheceremony，inwhichofcourseI
　　wasnotentitled，eitherbybirthorreligion，tobearanyportion；andindeeditwouldhavebeenwiserinmetohavekeptawayaltogether；fornowtherewasnoonetoprotectmeamongthosewildandlawlessmen；andbothCarverandtheCounsellorhadvowedafearfulvengeanceonme，asIheardfromGwenny。Theyhadnotdaredtomeddlewithmewhilethechieflaydying；norwasitintheirpolicy，forashorttimeafterthat，toendangertheirsuccessionbyanopenbreachwithLorna，whosetenderageandbeautyheldsomanyoftheyouthsinthrall。
　　Theancientoutlaw’sfuneralwasagrandandmovingsight；moreperhapsfromthesenseofcontrastthanfromthatoffitness。Toseethosedarkandmightymen，inuredtoallofsinandcrime，recklessbothofmanandGod，yetnowwithheadsdevoutlybent，claspedhands，anddowncasteyes，followingthelongblackcoffinoftheircommonancestor，totheplacewheretheymustjoinhimwhentheirsumofillwasdone；andtoseethefeeblepriestchanting，overthedeadform，wordsthelivingwouldhavelaughedat，sprinklingwithhislittlebroomdropsthatcouldnotpurify；whilethechildren，robedinwhite，swungtheirsmokingcensersslowlyoverthecoldandtwilightgrave；andafterseeingall，toask，withashudderunexpressed，’IsthistheendthatGodintendedforamansoproudandstrong？’
　　Notatearwassheduponhim，exceptfromthesweetestofallsweeteyes；notasighpursuedhimhome。Exceptinhotanger，hislifehadbeencold，andbitter，anddistant；andnowaweekhadexhaustedallthesorrowofthosearoundhim，agriefflowinglessfromaffectionthanfear。Agedmenwillshowhistombstone；mothershastewiththeirinfantsbyit；childrenshrinkfromthenameuponit，untilintimehishistoryshalllapseandbeforgottenbyallexceptthegreatJudgeandGod。
　　Afterallwasover，Istrodeacrossthemoorsverysadly；tryingtokeepthecoldawaybyvirtueofquickmovement。Notaflakeofsnowhadfallenyet；alltheearthwascakedandhard，withadrybrowncrustuponit；alltheskywasbankedwithdarkness，hard，austere，andfrowning。Thefogofthelastthreeweekswasgone，neitherdidanyrimeremain；butallthingshadalookofsameness，andakindoffurzycolour。Itwasfreezinghardandsharp，withapiercingwindtobackit；andIhadobservedthattheholywaterfrozeuponSirEnsor’scoffin。
　　Onethingstruckmewithsomesurprise，asImadeoffforourfiresidewithastrongdeterminationtoheaveanash-treeupthechimney-place，andthatwashowthebirdsweregoing，ratherthanflyingastheyusedtofly。Allthebirdsweresetinonedirection，steadilyjourneyingwestward，notwithanyheatofspeed，neitherflyingfaratonce；butallasifonbusinessbound，partlyrunning，partlyflying，partlyflutteringalong；silently，andwithoutavoice，neitherprickingheadnortail。Thismovementofthebirdswenton，evenforaweekormore；everykindofthrushespassedus，everykindofwildfowl，evenploverswentaway，andcrows，andsnipesandwood-cocks。Andbeforehalfthefrostwasover，allwehadinthesnowyditcheswereharessotamethatwecouldpatthem；partridgesthatcametohand，withadrynoiseintheircrops；heath-poults，makingcupsofsnow；andafewpoorhoppingredwings，flippinginandoutthehedge，havinglostthepowertofly。Andallthetimetheirgreatblackeyes，setwithgoldaroundthem，seemedtolookatanyman，formercyandforcomfort。