1 "Show us where you live," said the man.
2 That young man hears the words I speak.
3 "Once more," said the man, staring at me.
4 You bring the lot to me, at that old Battery over yonder.
5 Now lookee here," he said, "the question being whether you're to be let to live.
6 He gave me a most tremendous dip and roll, so that the church jumped over its own weathercock.
7 I am a keeping that young man from harming of you at the present moment, with great difficulty.
8 Ours was the marsh country, down by the river, within, as the river wound, twenty miles of the sea.
9 The shape of the letters on my father's, gave me an odd idea that he was a square, stout, dark man, with curly black hair.
10 I pointed to where our village lay, on the flat in-shore among the alder-trees and pollards, a mile or more from the church.
11 My first most vivid and broad impression of the identity of things seems to me to have been gained on a memorable raw afternoon towards evening.
12 From the character and turn of the inscription, "Also Georgiana Wife of the Above," I drew a childish conclusion that my mother was freckled and sickly.
13 I said that I would get him the file, and I would get him what broken bits of food I could, and I would come to him at the Battery, early in the morning.
14 I earnestly expressed my hope that he wouldn't, and held tighter to the tombstone on which he had put me; partly, to keep myself upon it; partly, to keep myself from crying.
15 A boy may lock his door, may be warm in bed, may tuck himself up, may draw the clothes over his head, may think himself comfortable and safe, but that young man will softly creep and creep his way to him and tear him open.
16 A man who had been soaked in water, and smothered in mud, and lamed by stones, and cut by flints, and stung by nettles, and torn by briars; who limped, and shivered, and glared, and growled; and whose teeth chattered in his head as he seized me by the chin.
17 As I saw him go, picking his way among the nettles, and among the brambles that bound the green mounds, he looked in my young eyes as if he were eluding the hands of the dead people, stretching up cautiously out of their graves, to get a twist upon his ankle and pull him in.
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