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But
,
how
much
of
the
Future
?
A
working
woman
,
christened
Rachael
,
after
a
long
illness
once
again
appearing
at
the
ringing
of
the
Factory
bell
,
and
passing
to
and
fro
at
the
set
hours
,
among
the
Coketown
Hands
;
a
woman
of
pensive
beauty
,
always
dressed
in
black
,
but
sweet-tempered
and
serene
,
and
even
cheerful
;
who
,
of
all
the
people
in
the
place
,
alone
appeared
to
have
compassion
on
a
degraded
,
drunken
wretch
of
her
own
sex
,
who
was
sometimes
seen
in
the
town
secretly
begging
of
her
,
and
crying
to
her
;
a
woman
working
,
ever
working
,
but
content
to
do
it
,
and
preferring
to
do
it
as
her
natural
lot
,
until
she
should
be
too
old
to
labour
any
more
?
Did
Louisa
see
this
?
Such
a
thing
was
to
be
.
A
lonely
brother
,
many
thousands
of
miles
away
,
writing
,
on
paper
blotted
with
tears
,
that
her
words
had
too
soon
come
true
,
and
that
all
the
treasures
in
the
world
would
be
cheaply
bartered
for
a
sight
of
her
dear
face
?
At
length
this
brother
coming
nearer
home
,
with
hope
of
seeing
her
,
and
being
delayed
by
illness
;
and
then
a
letter
,
in
a
strange
hand
,
saying
'
he
died
in
hospital
,
of
fever
,
such
a
day
,
and
died
in
penitence
and
love
of
you
:
his
last
word
being
your
name
'
?
Did
Louisa
see
these
things
?
Such
things
were
to
be
.
Herself
again
a
wife
--
a
mother
--
lovingly
watchful
of
her
children
,
ever
careful
that
they
should
have
a
childhood
of
the
mind
no
less
than
a
childhood
of
the
body
,
as
knowing
it
to
be
even
a
more
beautiful
thing
,
and
a
possession
,
any
hoarded
scrap
of
which
,
is
a
blessing
and
happiness
to
the
wisest
?
Did
Louisa
see
this
?
Such
a
thing
was
never
to
be
But
,
happy
Sissy
's
happy
children
loving
her
;
all
children
loving
her
;
she
,
grown
learned
in
childish
lore
;
thinking
no
innocent
and
pretty
fancy
ever
to
be
despised
;
trying
hard
to
know
her
humbler
fellow-creatures
,
and
to
beautify
their
lives
of
machinery
and
reality
with
those
imaginative
graces
and
delights
,
without
which
the
heart
of
infancy
will
wither
up
,
the
sturdiest
physical
manhood
will
be
morally
stark
death
,
and
the
plainest
national
prosperity
figures
can
show
,
will
be
the
Writing
on
the
Wall
,
--
she
holding
this
course
as
part
of
no
fantastic
vow
,
or
bond
,
or
brotherhood
,
or
sisterhood
,
or
pledge
,
or
covenant
,
or
fancy
dress
,
or
fancy
fair
;
but
simply
as
a
duty
to
be
done
,
--
did
Louisa
see
these
things
of
herself
?
These
things
were
to
be
.
Dear
reader
!
It
rests
with
you
and
me
,
whether
,
in
our
two
fields
of
action
,
similar
things
shall
be
or
not
.
Let
them
be
!
We
shall
sit
with
lighter
bosoms
on
the
hearth
,
to
see
the
ashes
of
our
fires
turn
gray
and
cold
.