The Complete Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Chapter 61
GLOYD. Quick, or we shall be late!
A MAN. That's not the way. Come here; come up this lane.
GLOYD. I wonder now If the old man will die, and will not speak? He's obstinate enough and tough enough For anything on earth.
A bell tolls.
Hark! What is that?
A MAN. The passing bell. He's dead!
GLOYD. We are too late. [Exeunt in haste.