`` Say , ai n't them in ` resting lies ? '' said Mary admiringly when Walter had closed the book . `` They are n't lies , '' said Di indignantly . `` You do n't mean they 're true ? '' asked Mary incredulously . `` No -- not exactly . They 're like those ghost-stories of yours . They were n't true -- but you did n't expect us to believe them , so they were n't lies . '' `` That yarn about the divining rod is no lie , anyhow , '' said Mary . `` Old Jake Crawford over-harbour can work it . They send for him from everywhere when they want to dig a well . And I believe I know the Wandering Jew . '' `` Oh , Mary , '' said Una , awe-struck . `` I do -- true 's you 're alive . There was an old man at Mrs. Wiley 's one day last fall . He looked old enough to be ANYTHING . She was asking him about cedar posts , if he thought they 'd last well . And he said , ` Last well ? They 'll last a thousand years . I know , for I 've tried them twice . '
Now , XXXXX he was two thousand years old who was he but your Wandering Jew ? ''
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