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 			<p>“You are quite mistaken. Windows are to see out of, you say. Well, I’m in my house, and I want windows to see out of it.”</p>
 			<p>“But you’ve made a window into my bed.”</p>
 			<p>“Well, your mother has got three windows into my dancing room, and you have three into my garret.”</p>
-			<p>“But I heard father say, when my mother wanted him to make a window through the wall, that it was against the law, for it would look into <abbr>Mr.</abbr> Dyves’s garden.”</p>
+			<p>“But I heard father say, when my mother wanted him to make a window through the wall, that it was against the law, for it would look into <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mr.</abbr> Dyves’s garden.”</p>
 			<p>The voice laughed.</p>
 			<p>“The law would have some trouble to catch me!” it said.</p>
 			<p>“But if it’s not right, you know,” said Diamond, “that’s no matter. You shouldn’t do it.”</p>
 			<p>“I am so tall I am above <em>that</em> law,” said the voice.</p>
 			<p>“You must have a tall house, then,” said Diamond.</p>
 			<p>“Yes; a tall house: the clouds are inside it.”</p>
-			<p>“Dear me!” said Diamond, and thought a minute. “I think, then, you can hardly expect me to keep a window in my bed for you. Why don’t you make a window into <abbr>Mr.</abbr> Dyves’s bed?”</p>
+			<p>“Dear me!” said Diamond, and thought a minute. “I think, then, you can hardly expect me to keep a window in my bed for you. Why don’t you make a window into <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mr.</abbr> Dyves’s bed?”</p>
 			<p>“Nobody makes a window into an ash-pit,” said the voice, rather sadly. “I like to see nice things out of my windows.”</p>
 			<p>“But he must have a nicer bed than I have, though mine is <em>very</em> nice⁠—so nice that I couldn’t wish a better.”</p>
 			<p>“It’s not the bed I care about: it’s what is in it.⁠—But you just open that window.”</p>
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 			<p>“Diamond is a useless thing rather,” said the voice.</p>
 			<p>“That’s not true. Diamond is very nice⁠—as big as two⁠—and so quiet all night! And doesn’t he make a jolly row in the morning, getting upon his four great legs! It’s like thunder.”</p>
 			<p>“You don’t seem to know what a diamond is.”</p>
-			<p>“Oh, don’t I just! Diamond is a great and good horse; and he sleeps right under me. He is old Diamond, and I am young Diamond; or, if you like it better, for you’re very particular, <abbr>Mr.</abbr> North Wind, he’s big Diamond, and I’m little Diamond; and I don’t know which of us my father likes best.”</p>
+			<p>“Oh, don’t I just! Diamond is a great and good horse; and he sleeps right under me. He is old Diamond, and I am young Diamond; or, if you like it better, for you’re very particular, <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mr.</abbr> North Wind, he’s big Diamond, and I’m little Diamond; and I don’t know which of us my father likes best.”</p>
 			<p>A beautiful laugh, large but very soft and musical, sounded somewhere beside him, but Diamond kept his head under the clothes.</p>
-			<p>“I’m not <abbr>Mr.</abbr> North Wind,” said the voice.</p>
+			<p>“I’m not <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mr.</abbr> North Wind,” said the voice.</p>
 			<p>“You told me that you were the North Wind,” insisted Diamond.</p>
 			<p>“I did not say <em>Mister</em> North Wind,” said the voice.</p>
 			<p>“Well, then, I do; for mother tells me I ought to be polite.”</p>
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 			<p>“I do. You can’t say it’s polite to lie there talking⁠—with your head under the bedclothes, and never look up to see what kind of person you are talking to.⁠—I want you to come out with me.”</p>
 			<p>“I want to go to sleep,” said Diamond, very nearly crying, for he did not like to be scolded, even when he deserved it.</p>
 			<p>“You shall sleep all the better tomorrow night.”</p>
-			<p>“Besides,” said Diamond, “you are out in <abbr>Mr.</abbr> Dyves’s garden, and I can’t get there. I can only get into our own yard.”</p>
+			<p>“Besides,” said Diamond, “you are out in <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mr.</abbr> Dyves’s garden, and I can’t get there. I can only get into our own yard.”</p>
 			<p>“Will you take your head out of the bedclothes?” said the voice, just a little angrily.</p>
 			<p>“No!” answered Diamond, half peevish, half frightened.</p>
 			<p>The instant he said the word, a tremendous blast of wind crashed in a board of the wall, and swept the clothes off Diamond. He started up in terror. Leaning over him was the large, beautiful, pale face of a woman. Her dark eyes looked a little angry, for they had just begun to flash; but a quivering in her sweet upper lip made her look as if she were going to cry. What was the most strange was that away from her head streamed out her black hair in every direction, so that the darkness in the hayloft looked as if it were made of her hair but as Diamond gazed at her in speechless amazement, mingled with confidence⁠—for the boy was entranced with her mighty beauty⁠—her hair began to gather itself out of the darkness, and fell down all about her again, till her face looked out of the midst of it like a moon out of a cloud. From her eyes came all the light by which Diamond saw her face and her hair; and that was all he did see of her yet. The wind was over and gone.</p>
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 			<p>“Well, I will go with you because you are beautiful and good, too.”</p>
 			<p>“Ah, but there’s another thing, Diamond:⁠—What if I should look ugly without being bad⁠—look ugly myself because I am making ugly things beautiful?⁠—What then?”</p>
 			<p>“I don’t quite understand you, North Wind. You tell me what then.”</p>
-			<p>“Well, I will tell you. If you see me with my face all black, don’t be frightened. If you see me flapping wings like a bat’s, as big as the whole sky, don’t be frightened. If you hear me raging ten times worse than <abbr>Mrs.</abbr> Bill, the blacksmith’s wife⁠—even if you see me looking in at people’s windows like <abbr>Mrs.</abbr> Eve Dropper, the gardener’s wife⁠—you must believe that I am doing my work. Nay, Diamond, if I change into a serpent or a tiger, you must not let go your hold of me, for my hand will never change in yours if you keep a good hold. If you keep a hold, you will know who I am all the time, even when you look at me and can’t see me the least like the North Wind. I may look something very awful. Do you understand?”</p>
+			<p>“Well, I will tell you. If you see me with my face all black, don’t be frightened. If you see me flapping wings like a bat’s, as big as the whole sky, don’t be frightened. If you hear me raging ten times worse than <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mrs.</abbr> Bill, the blacksmith’s wife⁠—even if you see me looking in at people’s windows like <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mrs.</abbr> Eve Dropper, the gardener’s wife⁠—you must believe that I am doing my work. Nay, Diamond, if I change into a serpent or a tiger, you must not let go your hold of me, for my hand will never change in yours if you keep a good hold. If you keep a hold, you will know who I am all the time, even when you look at me and can’t see me the least like the North Wind. I may look something very awful. Do you understand?”</p>
 			<p>“Quite well,” said little Diamond.</p>
 			<p>“Come along, then,” said North Wind, and disappeared behind the mountain of hay.</p>
 			<p>Diamond crept out of bed and followed her.</p>

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 			<p>Then he drew the mother aside, and told her not to talk to Diamond, or to mind what he might say; for he must be kept as quiet as possible. And indeed Diamond was not much inclined to talk, for he felt very strange and weak, which was little wonder, seeing that all the time he had been away he had only sucked a few lumps of ice, and there could not be much nourishment in them.</p>
 			<p>Now while he is lying there, getting strong again with chicken broth and other nice things, I will tell my readers what had been taking place at his home, for they ought to be told it.</p>
 			<p>They may have forgotten that Miss Coleman was in a very poor state of health. Now there were three reasons for this. In the first place, her lungs were not strong. In the second place, there was a gentleman somewhere who had not behaved very well to her. In the third place, she had not anything particular to do. These three <em>nots</em> together are enough to make a lady very ill indeed. Of course she could not help the first cause; but if the other two causes had not existed, that would have been of little consequence; she would only have to be a little careful. The second she could not help quite; but if she had had anything to do, and had done it well, it would have been very difficult for any man to behave badly to her. And for this third cause of her illness, if she had had anything to do that was worth doing, she might have borne his bad behaviour so that even that would not have made her ill. It is not always easy, I confess, to find something to do that is worth doing, but the most difficult things are constantly being done, and she might have found something if she had tried. Her fault lay in this, that she had not tried. But, to be sure, her father and mother were to blame that they had never set her going. Only then again, nobody had told her father and mother that they ought to set her going in that direction. So as none of them would find it out of themselves, North Wind had to teach them.</p>
-			<p>We know that North Wind was very busy that night on which she left Diamond in the cathedral. She had in a sense been blowing through and through the Colemans’ house the whole of the night. First, Miss Coleman’s maid had left a chink of her mistress’s window open, thinking she had shut it, and North Wind had wound a few of her hairs round the lady’s throat. She was considerably worse the next morning. Again, the ship which North Wind had sunk that very night belonged to <abbr>Mr.</abbr> Coleman. Nor will my readers understand what a heavy loss this was to him until I have informed them that he had been getting poorer and poorer for some time. He was not so successful in his speculations as he had been, for he speculated a great deal more than was right, and it was time he should be pulled up. It is a hard thing for a rich man to grow poor; but it is an awful thing for him to grow dishonest, and some kinds of speculation lead a man deep into dishonesty before he thinks what he is about. Poverty will not make a man worthless⁠—he may be worth a great deal more when he is poor than he was when he was rich; but dishonesty goes very far indeed to make a man of no value⁠—a thing to be thrown out in the dust-hole of the creation, like a bit of a broken basin, or a dirty rag. So North Wind had to look after <abbr>Mr.</abbr> Coleman, and try to make an honest man of him. So she sank the ship which was his last venture, and he was what himself and his wife and the world called ruined.</p>
+			<p>We know that North Wind was very busy that night on which she left Diamond in the cathedral. She had in a sense been blowing through and through the Colemans’ house the whole of the night. First, Miss Coleman’s maid had left a chink of her mistress’s window open, thinking she had shut it, and North Wind had wound a few of her hairs round the lady’s throat. She was considerably worse the next morning. Again, the ship which North Wind had sunk that very night belonged to <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mr.</abbr> Coleman. Nor will my readers understand what a heavy loss this was to him until I have informed them that he had been getting poorer and poorer for some time. He was not so successful in his speculations as he had been, for he speculated a great deal more than was right, and it was time he should be pulled up. It is a hard thing for a rich man to grow poor; but it is an awful thing for him to grow dishonest, and some kinds of speculation lead a man deep into dishonesty before he thinks what he is about. Poverty will not make a man worthless⁠—he may be worth a great deal more when he is poor than he was when he was rich; but dishonesty goes very far indeed to make a man of no value⁠—a thing to be thrown out in the dust-hole of the creation, like a bit of a broken basin, or a dirty rag. So North Wind had to look after <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mr.</abbr> Coleman, and try to make an honest man of him. So she sank the ship which was his last venture, and he was what himself and his wife and the world called ruined.</p>
 			<p>Nor was this all yet. For on board that vessel Miss Coleman’s lover was a passenger; and when the news came that the vessel had gone down, and that all on board had perished, we may be sure she did not think the loss of their fine house and garden and furniture the greatest misfortune in the world.</p>
-			<p>Of course, the trouble did not end with <abbr>Mr.</abbr> Coleman and his family. Nobody can suffer alone. When the cause of suffering is most deeply hidden in the heart, and nobody knows anything about it but the man himself, he must be a great and a good man indeed, such as few of us have known, if the pain inside him does not make him behave so as to cause all about him to be more or less uncomfortable. But when a man brings money-troubles on himself by making haste to be rich, then most of the people he has to do with must suffer in the same way with himself. The elm-tree which North Wind blew down that very night, as if small and great trials were to be gathered in one heap, crushed Miss Coleman’s pretty summerhouse: just so the fall of <abbr>Mr.</abbr> Coleman crushed the little family that lived over his coach-house and stable. Before Diamond was well enough to be taken home, there was no home for him to go to. <abbr>Mr.</abbr> Coleman⁠—or his creditors, for I do not know the particulars⁠—had sold house, carriage, horses, furniture, and everything. He and his wife and daughter and <abbr>Mrs.</abbr> Crump had gone to live in a small house in Hoxton, where he would be unknown, and whence he could walk to his place of business in the City. For he was not an old man, and hoped yet to retrieve his fortunes. Let us hope that he lived to retrieve his honesty, the tail of which had slipped through his fingers to the very last joint, if not beyond it.</p>
+			<p>Of course, the trouble did not end with <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mr.</abbr> Coleman and his family. Nobody can suffer alone. When the cause of suffering is most deeply hidden in the heart, and nobody knows anything about it but the man himself, he must be a great and a good man indeed, such as few of us have known, if the pain inside him does not make him behave so as to cause all about him to be more or less uncomfortable. But when a man brings money-troubles on himself by making haste to be rich, then most of the people he has to do with must suffer in the same way with himself. The elm-tree which North Wind blew down that very night, as if small and great trials were to be gathered in one heap, crushed Miss Coleman’s pretty summerhouse: just so the fall of <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mr.</abbr> Coleman crushed the little family that lived over his coach-house and stable. Before Diamond was well enough to be taken home, there was no home for him to go to. <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mr.</abbr> Coleman⁠—or his creditors, for I do not know the particulars⁠—had sold house, carriage, horses, furniture, and everything. He and his wife and daughter and <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mrs.</abbr> Crump had gone to live in a small house in Hoxton, where he would be unknown, and whence he could walk to his place of business in the City. For he was not an old man, and hoped yet to retrieve his fortunes. Let us hope that he lived to retrieve his honesty, the tail of which had slipped through his fingers to the very last joint, if not beyond it.</p>
 			<p>Of course, Diamond’s father had nothing to do for a time, but it was not so hard for him to have nothing to do as it was for Miss Coleman. He wrote to his wife that, if her sister would keep her there till he got a place, it would be better for them, and he would be greatly obliged to her. Meantime, the gentleman who had bought the house had allowed his furniture to remain where it was for a little while.</p>
 			<p>Diamond’s aunt was quite willing to keep them as long as she could. And indeed Diamond was not yet well enough to be moved with safety.</p>
 			<p>When he had recovered so far as to be able to go out, one day his mother got her sister’s husband, who had a little pony-cart, to carry them down to the seashore, and leave them there for a few hours. He had some business to do further on at Ramsgate, and would pick them up as he returned. A whiff of the sea-air would do them both good, she said, and she thought besides she could best tell Diamond what had happened if she had him quite to herself.</p>

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 			<p>“I don’t know. I never tried. But I suppose they go where they get something to eat.”</p>
 			<p>“Like enough they don’t want it,” said his mother, petulantly.</p>
 			<p>“That’s all right then,” said Diamond, thinking I daresay more than he chose to put in words.</p>
-			<p>“Is it though? Poor boy! how little you know about things! <abbr>Mr.</abbr> Coleman’s lost all his money, and your father has nothing to do, and we shall have nothing to eat by and by.”</p>
+			<p>“Is it though? Poor boy! how little you know about things! <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mr.</abbr> Coleman’s lost all his money, and your father has nothing to do, and we shall have nothing to eat by and by.”</p>
 			<p>“Are you sure, mother?”</p>
 			<p>“Sure of what?”</p>
 			<p>“Sure that we shall have nothing to eat.”</p>

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 			<p>“You must have saved a goodish bit, I should think. Just come home with me now and look at a horse I can let you have cheap. I bought him only a few weeks ago, thinking he’d do for a Hansom, but I was wrong. He’s got bone enough for a wagon, but a wagon ain’t a Hansom. He ain’t got go enough for a Hansom. You see parties as takes Hansoms wants to go like the wind, and he ain’t got wind enough, for he ain’t so young as he once was. But for a four-wheeler as takes families and their luggages, he’s the very horse. He’d carry a small house any day. I bought him cheap, and I’ll sell him cheap.”</p>
 			<p>“Oh, I don’t want him,” said Diamond’s father. “A body must have time to think over an affair of so much importance. And there’s the cab too. That would come to a deal of money.”</p>
 			<p>“I could fit you there, I daresay,” said his friend. “But come and look at the animal, anyhow.”</p>
-			<p>“Since I lost my own old pair, as was <abbr>Mr.</abbr> Coleman’s,” said Diamond’s father, turning to accompany the cab-master, “I ain’t almost got the heart to look a horse in the face. It’s a thousand pities to part man and horse.”</p>
+			<p>“Since I lost my own old pair, as was <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mr.</abbr> Coleman’s,” said Diamond’s father, turning to accompany the cab-master, “I ain’t almost got the heart to look a horse in the face. It’s a thousand pities to part man and horse.”</p>
 			<p>“So it is,” returned his friend sympathetically.</p>
 			<p>But what was the ex-coachman’s delight, when, on going into the stable where his friend led him, he found the horse he wanted him to buy was no other than his own old Diamond, grown very thin and bony and long-legged, as if they, had been doing what they could to fit him for Hansom work!</p>
 			<p>“<em>He</em> ain’t a Hansom horse,” said Diamond’s father indignantly.</p>