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same thing."

"How do you mean, exactly? It doesn't look it to me."

"Well, you remember that tree? You've been in the house, a long time,
now, and have forgotten all about that old tree, and the old fence
under it. You're old enough to know about that. But as you were a
boy, you didn't know anything about it, and now it would surprise you
to see it again. You can tell about a farm, and the boys and the
girls--" He was silent for a minute, for his young imagination was
still busy with his boyhood dream. "I didn't know anybody else
could understand about a farm," he added, with slow emphasis, as if
the confession had cost him some effort.

"I don't understand what you mean by all this," said his brother,
looking at him curiously, but not impatiently.

"We have been in this house a good many years," he began.

"Yes, I know."

"Well, it's in my mind that it's time we were going out again. I want
to be near the trees again. I've been a young fellow, you see, and
I've changed a good deal. I can't make any difference to you, but I
have to make one to myself."

A look came over his brother's face, half pity, half surprise.

"What do you mean by that?" he asked. "I don't understand you."

"It's like this," continued the old man, with slow deliberation:
"We've been here a good many years. We must have been married a good
many, too. You didn't need to marry, and I did. Of course, I was
young then. I was only just a little bit out of my time. When the
old father died, and things began to go bad, we hadn't been married
very long. You see, I was a young fellow, and my mother married
you--as I said before, in a sudden kind of a way--before we had been
married long."

"When did you first think of going out from the farm?"

"Oh, I'd been thinking about it before that. I used to get out from
time to time, and I used to look at the trees, and the sky, and
everything. I knew that I was going to leave that place soon. I
always knew that. I don't say I was right, but I was sure, and I
felt it in my mind, and I said so to my mother."

"But I know you have never been happy here," said his brother.

"No, I didn't think I had been happy. My mother had told me I wasn't
happy. She used to say I hadn't been happy, when I came to see her.
She was always telling me to go, for my own good, and she said I
would be better off without my father and mother than to stay.
Whenever she said that, I knew that it was so."

"Did you not care about leaving the old farm?"

"You may say that I didn't care. I had a longing to go, but I did
not say so. I knew that if I should get away, my mother would be
able to make a better living than she could here, and I should have
more money. She'd said she'd find out. That was all I cared about. I
didn't think anything more than that."

"And you never thought of me?"

"Well, no, I didn't think of you. Not till I saw you again in
London. I didn't know I was to see you again, and then it seemed so
strange, I didn't think about you for long. But after I was here at
the house I began to think about you, and I said so to my mother.
That was how it all came about."

He was silent for a moment, and turned his head towards the window
again.

"Did you think much when you saw me at the house?"

"It made me frightened, and at the same time glad, but I had not
thought about you much before. It was a new thing to see you, and
that frightened me. I didn't know what to say. It was strange, and I
thought I must be going mad."

"But why did you speak to me?"

"I thought, 'This man is not your son, and yet I'm like him. looked like his father, he looks like my father, too, the father of
the father who gave me away.'"

She was a silent woman; and he stood, and looked at her and knew what
she meant.

"Was it long after you first saw me?" he asked.

"Oh, weeks," she said.

"It was months?"

"Months," she said. "It was after the end of that that I saw him
again, and I found that he was not my son. And then I told him what I
knew."

"It was a terrible thing for you to know."

"It was terrible. And I began to think about my father and my mother.
It's such a pity that I should have been like them."

He shook his head in assent.

"I was married then, and when I heard that he was not my son































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