The invisible love..The graveyard

Chapter3: The man in the graveyard

It’s was a rimy morning, and very damp. I had seen the damp lying on the outside of my little window, as if some goblin bad been orying there all night, the only think i could think of was the crazy girl I met yesterday. Just few seconds of thinking about how beautiful she is, i just fine sadness in my heart and tears flow through my eye.,,,

I am crying!!!!!

Ohhhhh

“Today is Thursday “”

Every Thursday i planed to always visit my parents graveyard. As I never saw my father or my mother, and never saw any likeness of either of them (for their days were long before the days of photographs), So i dress up and prepare to go.

my first fanales regarding what they wero like, were unreasonably derived from their tombstones. The shape of the letters on my father's, gave me an odd ides that he was a square, stout, dark man, with curly black hair. I drew a childish conclusion that my mother was freckled and sickly.

To five little stone lozenges, each about a foot and half long, which were erranged in a neat row beside their grave, and were sacred to the memory of five little brothers of mine who gave up trying to get a living exceedingly early in that universal struggle I am indebted for a belief I religiously entertained that they had all been born on their backs with their hands in their trouser-pockets, and had never taken them out in this state of existence. I feel So much pain in my heart , i which i could see them, call them but i was not luck in my life time , i cry so loud because i feel no one understand me not even my so called sister.

Hold your noise!" cried a terrible voice, as a man started up from among the graves at the side of the church porch."Keep still, you little devil, or I'll cut your throat!"A man, all in coarse grey, with great iron on his leg. A man with no hat, and with broken shoes, and with an old rag tied round his head. A man who had been soaked in water, and smothered in mud, and lamed by stones, and out by fints, and stung by nottles, 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.

"Oh! Don't cut my throat, sir," I pleaded in terror.

"Pray don't do it, sir." Tell us your name!" said the man. "Quick!

"John, sir’ ,"Once more," said the man, staring at me. "Give it mouth!

"John, sir."

"Show us where you live," said the man. "Pint out the place!"

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.

The man, after looking at me for a moment, turned me upside down, and emptied my pockets. There was nothing in them but a piece of bread. When the church came to itself--for he was so sudden and strong that he made it go head over heels before me, and I saw the steeple under my feet-when the church came to itself, I say, I was seated on & high tombstone, trembling, while he ate the bread ravenously.

"You young dog," said the man, licking his lips, "what fat cheeks you ha' got."

I believe they were fat, though I was at that time under-sized, for my years, and not strong.

"Darn me if I couldn't eat 'em," said the man, with and threatening shake of his head, "and if I han't half a mind to't!" 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 orying.

"Now lookee here!" said the man.

"Where's your mother?"

"There, sir!" said I.

He started, made & short run, and stopped and looked over his shoulder.

"There, sir!" I timidly explained. "Also Georgiana.

mother."

That's my "Oh!" said he, coming back.

your mother?"

"And is that your father alonger

"Yes, sir," said I; "him too; late of this parish."

"Hal" he muttered then, considering.

"Who d'ye live with-sup-posin' you're kindly let to live, which I ban't made up my mind about?"

smith, sir."

"My sister, sir-Mrs. Joy Gargery-wife of Alex Gargery, the black- "Blacksmith, eh?" said he. And looked down at his leg.

After darkly looking at his leg and at me several times, he came loser to my tombstone, took me by both arms, and tilted me back as far as he could hold me; so that his eyes looked most powerfully down into mine, and mine looked most helplessly up into his.

"Now lookee here," he said,

"the question being whether you're to be let to live. You know what a file is?"

"Yes, sir."

"And you know what wittles is?"

"Yes, sir."

After each question he tilted me over a little more, so as to give me a greater sense of helplessness and danger.

"You get me a file." He tilted me again. "And you get me wittles."

He tilted me again. "You bring 'em both to mo."

"Or I'll have your heart and liver out." He tilted me again. He tilted me again.

I was dreadfully frightened, and so giddy that I clung to him with both hands, and said, "If you would kindly please to let me keep upright, sir, perhaps I shouldn't be sick, and perhaps I could attend more."

He gave me a most tremendous dip and roll, so that the church jumped over its own weather-c**k.

Then, he held me by the arms in an upright position on the top of the stone, and went on in these fearful terms:-

"You bring me, to-morrow morning early, that file and them wittles. You bring the lot to me, at that old Battery over yonder.

You do it, and you never dare to say a word or dare to make a sign concerning your having seen such a person as me, or any person sumever, and you shall be let to live. You fail, or you go from my words in any partickler, no matter how small it is, and your heart and your liver shall be tore out, roasted and ate.

Now, I ain't alone, as you may think I am. There's a young man hid with me, in comparison with which young man I am an Angel. That young man hears the words I speak. That young min has a secret way pecooliar to himself, of getting at a boy, and at his heart, and at his liver. It is in wain for a boy to attempt to hide himself from that young man.

I said that I would get him the file, and I would get him what broken bits of food I could, aid I would come to him at the Battery, early in the morning.

"Say, Lord strike you dead if you don't!" said the man.

I said so, and he took me down.

"Now," he pursued, "you remember what you've undertook, and you remember that young man, and you get home!"

"Goo-good-night, sir," I faltered.

"Much of that said he, glancing about him over the cold wet flat.

"I wish I was a frog. Or a eol!""

At the same time, he hugged his shuddering body in both his arms-clasping himself, as if to hold himself together and limped towards the low church wall.

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 oyes as if ho were eluding the hands of the dead people, stretching up outiously out of their graves, to get a twist upon his ankle and pull him in.

When he came to the low church wall, he got over it, like a man whose legs were numbed and stiff, and then turned round to look for me. When I saw him turning, I set my face towards home, and made the best use of may legs.

But presently I looked over my shoulder, and saw him going on again towards the river, still hugging himself in both arms, and picking his way with his sore feet among the great stones dropped into the marshes here and there, for stepping-places when the rains were heavy, or the tide was in.

The marshes were just a long black horizontal line then, as I stopped to look after him; and the river was just another horizontal set line, not nearly so broad nor yet so black; and the sky was just a row

of long angry red lines and dense blaok lines intermixed. On the edge of the river I could faintly make out the orly two black things in all the prospect that seemed to be standing upright; one of these was the heacon by which the sailors steered--like an unhooped cask upon a pole-an ugly thing when you were near it; the other a gibbet, with some chais hanging to it which had once held & pirate.

The man was limping on towards this latter, as if he were the pirate come to life, and come down, and going back to hook himself up again.

It gave me a terrible turn when I thought so; and as I saw the cattle lifting their heads to gaze after him, I wondered whether they thought so too. I looked all round fir the horrible young man, and could see no signs of him. But now I was frightened again, and ran home without stopping.

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