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THE LANE THAT HAD NO TURNING
made their way slowly up across the fields, carrying the old man with them, for he would not be left behind.
An hour after the doctor entered the parlour bedroom the old mother came out to where the old man sat, bundled up beside the fire with bandaged hands and feet.
"She’s safe, Jim, and the child too," she said softly.
The old man twisted in his chair, and blinked into the fire. "Dang my soul!" he said.
The old woman stooped and kissed his grey tangled hair. She did not speak, and she did not ask him what he meant; but there and then they took up their lives again and lived them out.
