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The woman ( she must have been a tiny baby when Hetty and Delia had stood arm in arm, watching great age grow small ) answered the nod with her own.
`` God rest her soul, she was a sweet one.
Come on now ''.
She put a strong hand under the old man's arm and lifted him up, patiently, with the gentle cruelty and necessary tyranny that the young show toward the very old.
He mumbled at her but let himself be led off inside the house, shuffling mightily to make it clear how weak and aged he was and how he was buffeted about by those who still had their wicked strength.
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