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Louisa
returned
with
her
father
.
Standing
hand-in-hand
,
they
both
looked
down
upon
the
solemn
countenance
.
'
Sir
,
yo
will
clear
me
an
'
mak
my
name
good
wi
'
aw
men
.
This
I
leave
to
yo
.
'
Mr.
Gradgrind
was
troubled
and
asked
how
?
'
Sir
,
'
was
the
reply
:
'
yor
son
will
tell
yo
how
.
Ask
him
.
I
mak
no
charges
:
I
leave
none
ahint
me
:
not
a
single
word
.
I
ha
'
seen
an
'
spok
'n
wi
'
yor
son
,
one
night
I
ask
no
more
o
'
yo
than
that
yo
clear
me
--
an
'
I
trust
to
yo
to
do
'
t.
'
The
bearers
being
now
ready
to
carry
him
away
,
and
the
surgeon
being
anxious
for
his
removal
,
those
who
had
torches
or
lanterns
,
prepared
to
go
in
front
of
the
litter
.
Before
it
was
raised
,
and
while
they
were
arranging
how
to
go
,
he
said
to
Rachael
,
looking
upward
at
the
star
:
'
Often
as
I
coom
to
myseln
,
and
found
it
shinin
'
on
me
down
there
in
my
trouble
,
I
thowt
it
were
the
star
as
guided
to
Our
Saviour
's
home
.
I
awmust
think
it
be
the
very
star
!
'
They
lifted
him
up
,
and
he
was
overjoyed
to
find
that
they
were
about
to
take
him
in
the
direction
whither
the
star
seemed
to
him
to
lead
.
'
Rachael
,
beloved
lass
!
Do
n't
let
go
my
hand
.
We
may
walk
toogether
t
'n
ight
,
my
dear
!
'
'
I
will
hold
thy
hand
,
and
keep
beside
thee
,
Stephen
,
all
the
way
.
'
