that it should have an but when a who from nobody knew where worked with a bottle of brown waters the character of the process was evident such thing been known since the wise woman at had died and she had charms as well us stuff everybody went her their children had must be of the same sort tor how di e what would back sail a breath if he did n t know the wit woman words that she muttered to herself so that could n t heat what were and if she tied ft of red thread round the child s the while it would keep off the in tlie head there were women in at that present time who had worn one of the wise i little round their necks and in consequence had never had on idiot child as ann had could very likely do as and more and now it was all how he should have come from unknown parts and be so but sally gates must and not tell the doctor for he would be sure to set his face he was always angry about the wise woman and used to threaten those who to her that they should have none of his l any or bring back the and by men who wanted stuff the or the knots in the hands and to them selves a refusal the silver in their palms have driven a profitable trade in charms as well as in his list of but money on this condition was no temptation to him he had never known an impulse towards and be drove another away with growing irritation for the as man had spread even co and it was long before people ceased to take long walks for the sake of asking his aid but the hope in his wisdom was at length dread for no one believed him when he j aid he knew no charms and work no and man and woman who had an accident or a new attach after applying to him set the misfortune down to master s ill will and irritated glances thus it came to pass that his movement of pity towards sally which had given him of heightened the between him and his neighbors and made his more complete gradually the guineas the and the half crowns grew to a heap and drew less and less for his own wants trying to solve the problem of keeping himself strong enough to work sixteen hours a day on as small an as possible have not men shut up in solitary found an interest in marking he by straight strokes of a tain length on the wall until the growth of the sum of straight strokes arranged in has become a purpose i o we not away moments of or fatigued waiting by repeating some trivial movement or sound until the repetition has bred a want which is habit that will help us to understand how the love of money grows an absorbing passion in men whose even in the very beginning of their showed them no purpose beyond it wanted the heaps of ten to grow into a square and then into a square and every added guinea while it was itself a satisfaction bred a new desire in this strange world made a hopeless riddle to him he might if he had had a less intense nature have sat weaving weaving � looking towards the end of his pattern or towards the end of his web till he forgot riddle and everything else but bis immediate sensations bat the money had come to mark off his weaving into periods and the money not grew but it remained with him he began to think it was of him as his loom was and he on no have exchanged h become a for other with faces he handled he counted them till their form and color were like the of thirst to him but it was only in the night when his work was done that he drew them out to enjoy their companionship he had taken up some bricks in his floor his loom aud here he had made a hole in whidi he pot that contained his � silver covering the bricks with sand whenever he replaced them not that the idea of being robbed presented itself often or strongly to his mind was common in in those days there were in the parish of who were known to have their by them inside their flock beds but rustic neighbors thou all of hem as honest as their in the days of king alfred had not bold h to lay a plan of how could they have spent the money in their own village without themselves they would be obliged to � a course as dark and as a so year after year bad lived in this solitude his rising in the iron pot and his life and itself more and satisfaction that had no relation to any other being his life had reduced to the mere functions of weaving and without any contemplation of an towards which the functions tended the same sort of process has perhaps been undergone by wiser men when they have been cut off from faith and love � only instead of a loom and a heap of guineas they have had some some ingenious project or some well knit theory strangely s face and figure shrank and relation to the objects of his life so that he produced the same sort of impression as a handle or a crooked hu apart the prominent eyes to look and dreamy now looked as if they had been made lo see only one kind of thing that was very small like tiny grain for which they hunted everywhere and he was bo withered and yellow that though he was not yet forty the children always called him old master 