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The old man walked very slowly with two sticks, and paused each step to look about him. He was puzzled; he had not been into the town for years, and the place was so altered he did not know it.
"Why, this lane," he said presently, speaking in his own dialect which I translate, "used to be a public road, and that side was the park; it was all open then. What, won't they let nobody go in the park, then? That side there was a row of big elms; they be cut down then, and that there wall builded. Well, to be sure! Where's the church? " he asked, as they came to a turning. "Be he gone, then?"