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'
Are
you
in
pain
,
dear
mother
?
'
'
I
think
there
's
a
pain
somewhere
in
the
room
,
'
said
Mrs.
Gradgrind
,
'
but
I
could
n't
positively
say
that
I
have
got
it
.
'
After
this
strange
speech
,
she
lay
silent
for
some
time
.
Louisa
,
holding
her
hand
,
could
feel
no
pulse
;
but
kissing
it
,
could
see
a
slight
thin
thread
of
life
in
fluttering
motion
.
'
You
very
seldom
see
your
sister
,
'
said
Mrs.
Gradgrind
.
'
She
grows
like
you
.
I
wish
you
would
look
at
her
.
Sissy
,
bring
her
here
.
'
She
was
brought
,
and
stood
with
her
hand
in
her
sister
's
.
Louisa
had
observed
her
with
her
arm
round
Sissy
's
neck
,
and
she
felt
the
difference
of
this
approach
.
'
Do
you
see
the
likeness
,
Louisa
?
'
'
Yes
,
mother
.
I
should
think
her
like
me
.
But
--
'
'
Eh
!
Yes
,
I
always
say
so
,
'
Mrs.
Gradgrind
cried
,
with
unexpected
quickness
.
'
And
that
reminds
me
.
I
--
I
want
to
speak
to
you
,
my
dear
.
Sissy
,
my
good
girl
,
leave
us
alone
a
minute
.
'
Louisa
had
relinquished
the
hand
:
had
thought
that
her
sister
's
was
a
better
and
brighter
face
than
hers
had
ever
been
:
had
seen
in
it
,
not
without
a
rising
feeling
of
resentment
,
even
in
that
place
and
at
that
time
,
something
of
the
gentleness
of
the
other
face
in
the
room
;
the
sweet
face
with
the
trusting
eyes
,
made
paler
than
watching
and
sympathy
made
it
,
by
the
rich
dark
hair
.
Left
alone
with
her
mother
,
Louisa
saw
her
lying
with
an
awful
lull
upon
her
face
,
like
one
who
was
floating
away
upon
some
great
water
,
all
resistance
over
,
content
to
be
carried
down
the
stream
.
She
put
the
shadow
of
a
hand
to
her
lips
again
,
and
recalled
her
.
'
You
were
going
to
speak
to
me
,
mother
.
'
