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'
Eh
?
Yes
,
to
be
sure
,
my
dear
.
You
know
your
father
is
almost
always
away
now
,
and
therefore
I
must
write
to
him
about
it
.
'
'
About
what
,
mother
?
Do
n't
be
troubled
.
About
what
?
'
'
You
must
remember
,
my
dear
,
that
whenever
I
have
said
anything
,
on
any
subject
,
I
have
never
heard
the
last
of
it
:
and
consequently
,
that
I
have
long
left
off
saying
anything
.
'
'
I
can
hear
you
,
mother
.
'
But
,
it
was
only
by
dint
of
bending
down
to
her
ear
,
and
at
the
same
time
attentively
watching
the
lips
as
they
moved
,
that
she
could
link
such
faint
and
broken
sounds
into
any
chain
of
connexion
.
'
You
learnt
a
great
deal
,
Louisa
,
and
so
did
your
brother
.
Ologies
of
all
kinds
from
morning
to
night
.
If
there
is
any
Ology
left
,
of
any
description
,
that
has
not
been
worn
to
rags
in
this
house
,
all
I
can
say
is
,
I
hope
I
shall
never
hear
its
name
.
'
'
I
can
hear
you
,
mother
,
when
you
have
strength
to
go
on
.
'
This
,
to
keep
her
from
floating
away
.
'
But
there
is
something
--
not
an
Ology
at
all
--
that
your
father
has
missed
,
or
forgotten
,
Louisa
.
I
do
n't
know
what
it
is
.
I
have
often
sat
with
Sissy
near
me
,
and
thought
about
it
.
I
shall
never
get
its
name
now
.
But
your
father
may
.
It
makes
me
restless
.
I
want
to
write
to
him
,
to
find
out
for
God
's
sake
,
what
it
is
Give
me
a
pen
,
give
me
a
pen
.
'
Even
the
power
of
restlessness
was
gone
,
except
from
the
poor
head
,
which
could
just
turn
from
side
to
side
.
She
fancied
,
however
,
that
her
request
had
been
complied
with
,
and
that
the
pen
she
could
not
have
held
was
in
her
hand
.
It
matters
little
what
figures
of
wonderful
no-meaning
she
began
to
trace
upon
her
wrappers
.
The
hand
soon
stopped
in
the
midst
of
them
;
the
light
that
had
always
been
feeble
and
dim
behind
the
weak
transparency
,
went
out
;
and
even
Mrs.
Gradgrind
,
emerged
from
the
shadow
in
which
man
walketh
and
disquieteth
himself
in
vain
,
took
upon
her
the
dread
solemnity
of
the
sages
and
patriarchs
.
