The Complete Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Chapter 61

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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.