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Slackbridge
,
the
delegate
,
had
to
address
his
audience
too
that
night
;
and
Slackbridge
had
obtained
a
clean
bill
from
the
printer
,
and
had
brought
it
in
his
pocket
.
Day
and
night
again
,
day
and
night
again
.
No
Stephen
Blackpool
.
Where
was
the
man
,
and
why
did
he
not
come
back
?
Every
night
,
Sissy
went
to
Rachael
's
lodging
,
and
sat
with
her
in
her
small
neat
room
.
All
day
,
Rachael
toiled
as
such
people
must
toil
,
whatever
their
anxieties
.
The
smoke-serpents
were
indifferent
who
was
lost
or
found
,
who
turned
out
bad
or
good
;
the
melancholy
mad
elephants
,
like
the
Hard
Fact
men
,
abated
nothing
of
their
set
routine
,
whatever
happened
.
Day
and
night
again
,
day
and
night
again
.
The
monotony
was
unbroken
.
Even
Stephen
Blackpool
's
disappearance
was
falling
into
the
general
way
,
and
becoming
as
monotonous
a
wonder
as
any
piece
of
machinery
in
Coketown
.
'
I
misdoubt
,
'
said
Rachael
,
'
if
there
is
as
many
as
twenty
left
in
all
this
place
,
who
have
any
trust
in
the
poor
dear
lad
now
.
'
She
said
it
to
Sissy
,
as
they
sat
in
her
lodging
,
lighted
only
by
the
lamp
at
the
street
corner
.
Sissy
had
come
there
when
it
was
already
dark
,
to
await
her
return
from
work
;
and
they
had
since
sat
at
the
window
where
Rachael
had
found
her
,
wanting
no
brighter
light
to
shine
on
their
sorrowful
talk
.
'
If
it
had
n't
been
mercifully
brought
about
,
that
I
was
to
have
you
to
speak
to
,
'
pursued
Rachael
,
'
times
are
,
when
I
think
my
mind
would
not
have
kept
right
.
But
I
get
hope
and
strength
through
you
;
and
you
believe
that
though
appearances
may
rise
against
him
,
he
will
be
proved
clear
?
'
'
I
do
believe
so
,
'
returned
Sissy
,
'
with
my
whole
heart
.
I
feel
so
certain
,
Rachael
,
that
the
confidence
you
hold
in
yours
against
all
discouragement
,
is
not
like
to
be
wrong
,
that
I
have
no
more
doubt
of
him
than
if
I
had
known
him
through
as
many
years
of
trial
as
you
have
.
'
'
And
I
,
my
dear
,
'
said
Rachel
,
with
a
tremble
in
her
voice
,
'
have
known
him
through
them
all
,
to
be
,
according
to
his
quiet
ways
,
so
faithful
to
everything
honest
and
good
,
that
if
he
was
never
to
be
heard
of
more
,
and
I
was
to
live
to
be
a
hundred
years
old
,
I
could
say
with
my
last
breath
,
God
knows
my
heart
.
I
have
never
once
left
trusting
Stephen
Blackpool
!
'
'
We
all
believe
,
up
at
the
Lodge
,
Rachael
,
that
he
will
be
freed
from
suspicion
,
sooner
or
later
.
'
