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'
May
it
bless
thee
,
Stephen
,
too
,
in
all
thy
wanderings
,
and
send
thee
peace
and
rest
at
last
!
'
'
I
towd
thee
,
my
dear
,
'
said
Stephen
Blackpool
--
'
that
night
--
that
I
would
never
see
or
think
o
'
onnything
that
angered
me
,
but
thou
,
so
much
better
than
me
,
should
's
t
be
beside
it
.
Thou
'
rt
beside
it
now
.
Thou
mak
's
t
me
see
it
wi
'
a
better
eye
.
Bless
thee
.
Good
night
.
Good-bye
!
'
It
was
but
a
hurried
parting
in
a
common
street
,
yet
it
was
a
sacred
remembrance
to
these
two
common
people
.
Utilitarian
economists
,
skeletons
of
schoolmasters
,
Commissioners
of
Fact
,
genteel
and
used-up
infidels
,
gabblers
of
many
little
dog
's
-
eared
creeds
,
the
poor
you
will
have
always
with
you
.
Cultivate
in
them
,
while
there
is
yet
time
,
the
utmost
graces
of
the
fancies
and
affections
,
to
adorn
their
lives
so
much
in
need
of
ornament
;
or
,
in
the
day
of
your
triumph
,
when
romance
is
utterly
driven
out
of
their
souls
,
and
they
and
a
bare
existence
stand
face
to
face
,
Reality
will
take
a
wolfish
turn
,
and
make
an
end
of
you
.
Stephen
worked
the
next
day
,
and
the
next
,
uncheered
by
a
word
from
any
one
,
and
shunned
in
all
his
comings
and
goings
as
before
.
At
the
end
of
the
second
day
,
he
saw
land
;
at
the
end
of
the
third
,
his
loom
stood
empty
.
He
had
overstayed
his
hour
in
the
street
outside
the
Bank
,
on
each
of
the
two
first
evenings
;
and
nothing
had
happened
there
,
good
or
bad
.
That
he
might
not
be
remiss
in
his
part
of
the
engagement
,
he
resolved
to
wait
full
two
hours
,
on
this
third
and
last
night
.
There
was
the
lady
who
had
once
kept
Mr.
Bounderby
's
house
,
sitting
at
the
first-floor
window
as
he
had
seen
her
before
;
and
there
was
the
light
porter
,
sometimes
talking
with
her
there
,
and
sometimes
looking
over
the
blind
below
which
had
Bank
upon
it
,
and
sometimes
coming
to
the
door
and
standing
on
the
steps
for
a
breath
of
air
.
When
he
first
came
out
,
Stephen
thought
he
might
be
looking
for
him
,
and
passed
near
;
but
the
light
porter
only
cast
his
winking
eyes
upon
him
slightly
,
and
said
nothing
.
Two
hours
were
a
long
stretch
of
lounging
about
,
after
a
long
day
's
labour
.
Stephen
sat
upon
the
step
of
a
door
,
leaned
against
a
wall
under
an
archway
,
strolled
up
and
down
,
listened
for
the
church
clock
,
stopped
and
watched
children
playing
in
the
street
.
Some
purpose
or
other
is
so
natural
to
every
one
,
that
a
mere
loiterer
always
looks
and
feels
remarkable
.
When
the
first
hour
was
out
,
Stephen
even
began
to
have
an
uncomfortable
sensation
upon
him
of
being
for
the
time
a
disreputable
character
.
Then
came
the
lamplighter
,
and
two
lengthening
lines
of
light
all
down
the
long
perspective
of
the
street
,
until
they
were
blended
and
lost
in
the
distance
.
Mrs.
Sparsit
closed
the
first-floor
window
,
drew
down
the
blind
,
and
went
up-stairs
.
Presently
,
a
light
went
up-stairs
after
her
,
passing
first
the
fanlight
of
the
door
,
and
afterwards
the
two
staircase
windows
,
on
its
way
up
.
By
and
by
,
one
corner
of
the
second-floor
blind
was
disturbed
,
as
if
Mrs.
Sparsit
's
eye
were
there
;
also
the
other
corner
,
as
if
the
light
porter
's
eye
were
on
that
side
.
Still
,
no
communication
was
made
to
Stephen
.
Much
relieved
when
the
two
hours
were
at
last
accomplished
,
he
went
away
at
a
quick
pace
,
as
a
recompense
for
so
much
loitering
.
