We came to the cottage, where there was a feeble candle in the patched window. We tapped at the door and went in. The mother of the little child who had died was sitting in a chair on one side of the poor fire by the bed; and opposite to her, a wretched boy, supported by the chimney-piece, was cowering on the floor. He held under his arm, like a little bundle, a fragment of a fur cap; and as he tried to warm himself, he shook until the crazy door and window shook. The place was closer than before and had an unhealthy and a very peculiar smell.
I had not lifted my veil when I first spoke to the woman, which was at the moment of our going in. The boy staggered up instantly and stared at me with a remarkable expression of surprise and terror.
His action was so quick and my being the cause of it was so evident that I stood still instead of advancing nearer.
"I won't go no more to the berryin ground," muttered the boy; "I ain't a-going there, so I tell you!"

We came to the cottage, where there was a feeble candle in the window. We tapped at the door and went in. The mother of the little child who had died was sitting in a chair on one side of the poor fire; and opposite her, a wretched boy was cowering on the floor. He held under his arm a fragment of a fur cap; and as he tried to warm himself, he shook. The place had an unhealthy and very peculiar smell.
I had not lifted my veil when I first spoke to the woman on entering. The boy staggered up instantly and stared at me with a remarkable expression of surprise and terror. I stood still.
"I won't go no more to the berryin ground," muttered the boy; "I ain't a-going there, I tell you!"
