I would come and live here, and never do any more wrong, and lead a blameless, beautiful life, and have silver hair when I got old, and all that sort of thing.
In that moment I forgave all my friends and relations for their wickedness and cussedness, and I blessed them.

They did not know that I blessed them.

They went their abandoned way all unconscious of what I, far away in that peaceful village, was doing for them; but I did it, and I wished that I could let them know that I had done it, because I wanted to make them happy.

I was going on thinking away all these grand, tender thoughts, when my reverie was broken in upon by a shrill piping voice crying out: "All right, sur, I'm a-coming, I'm a-coming.

It's all right, sur; don't you be in a hurry." I looked up, and saw an old bald-headed man hobbling across the churchyard towards me, carrying a huge bunch of keys in his hand that shook and jingled at every step.
I motioned him away with silent dignity, but he still advanced, screeching out the while: "I'm a-coming, sur, I'm a-coming.