第41章掘墓盗尸人（9）
&hanoarosewhichthrewthepairooaiainshortofsubjects;pupilswereeager，anditartofthisteacher'spretensionstobealwayswellsupplied。AtthesametimethereewsofaburialiicgraveyardofGleimehaslittlegedtheplaquestion。Itstoodthen，asnow，uponacrossroad，outofanhabitations，ahomdeepinthefoliageofsixcedartrees。Thecriesofthesheepupontheneighbhills，thestreamletsupoherhand，oneloudlysingingamoherdrippingfurtivelyfrompondtopoirofthewindinmountainousuts，andonsevendaysthevoiceofthebellauor，weretheonlysoundsthatdisturbedthesileheruralchurch。TheResurrean—touseabyheperiod—waserredbyaiesofarypiety。Itartofhistradetodespiseahesdtrumpetsofoldtombs，thepathsworofworshippersahesaionsofbereavedaffe。Torustieighbourhoods，whereloveismorethanonlytenadwheresomebondsofbloodorfellowshipuiresocietyofaparish，thebody-snatcher，farfrombeiuralrespect，wasattractedbytheeaseahetask。Tobodiesthathadbeenlaidih，iionofafardiffereherecamethathasty，lamp-lit，terror-hauionofthespadeandmattock。Thewasforced，thetstorn，andthemelancholyrelics，sackclrattledforhoursonmoonlessbyways，wereatleouttermostindignitiesbeforeaclassofgapingboys。
&wovulturesmayswoopuponadyinglamb，FettesandMaeweretobeletlooseupogreeihewifeofafarmer，awomanwhohadlivedforsixtyyears，andbeenknbutgodlyversation，wastoberraveatmidnightandcarried，deadahatfar-awaycitythatshehadalwayshohherSunday'sbest;theplacebesideherfamilywastobeemptytillthe;heriandalmostveobeexposedtothatlastcuriosityoftheanatomist。
&erforth，edindfurhaformidablebottle。Itrairemission—ase，lashingrain。Nowandagaintherebleuffofwind，butthesesheetsoffallidown。Bottleandall，itwasasadadriveasfarasPenicuik，wheretheyweretospeheystoppedoohidetheirimplementsinathiotfarfromthechurdotheFisher'sTryst，tohaveatoastbeforethekitfireandvarytheirnipsofwhiskywithaglassofale。Wheheirjourney'sendthegigwashoused，thehorsewasfedandforted，awoyoungdoaprivateroomsatdowdihebestwihehouseafforded。Thelights，thefire，thebeatingrainuponthewindow，thegruousworkthatlaybeforethem，addedzesttotheirehemeal。Witheveryglasstheircordialityinaehalepileofgoldtohispanion。
"Aent，"hesaid。"Betweeheselittleaodationsoughttoflylikepipe-lights。"
&edthemoney，andapplaudedtheseheecho。"Youareaphilosopher，"hecried。"IwasanasstillIknewyou。Youaweenyou，bytheLordHarry!butyou'llmakeama;
"Ofcourseweshall，"applaudedMae。"Aman?Itellyou，itrequiredamantobackmeupthe。Therearesomebig，brawling，forty-year-oldcoouldhaveturthelookofthed-dthing;butnotyou—youkeptyourhead。Iwatchedyou。"
"Well，andwhynot?"Fettesthusvau;ItwasnoaffairofmihingtogainodisturbantheotherItratitude，don'tyousee?"Andheslappedhispockettillthegoldpieg。
Maesomehowfeltatouattheseuwords。Hemayhaveregrettedthathehadtaughthisyoungpanionsosuccessfully，buthehaderfere，fortheothernoisilyuedinthisboastfulstrain:
&quisnottobeafraid。weenyouandme，Idon'twanttohang—that'spractical;butforallt，Mae，Iwasbornt。Hell，God，Devil，right，wrong，sin，dalltheoldgalleryofcuriosities—theymayfrightenboys，butmenoftheworld，likeyouahem。Here'stothememray!"