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'
Eigh
,
lad
?
What
,
yo
'
r
there
?
'
Some
hoarse
sounds
meant
for
this
,
came
mockingly
out
of
her
at
last
;
and
her
head
dropped
forward
on
her
breast
.
'
Back
agen
?
'
she
screeched
,
after
some
minutes
,
as
if
he
had
that
moment
said
it
.
'
Yes
!
And
back
agen
.
Back
agen
ever
and
ever
so
often
.
Back
?
Yes
,
back
Why
not
?
'
Roused
by
the
unmeaning
violence
with
which
she
cried
it
out
,
she
scrambled
up
,
and
stood
supporting
herself
with
her
shoulders
against
the
wall
;
dangling
in
one
hand
by
the
string
,
a
dunghill-fragment
of
a
bonnet
,
and
trying
to
look
scornfully
at
him
.
'
I
'll
sell
thee
off
again
,
and
I
'll
sell
thee
off
again
,
and
I
'll
sell
thee
off
a
score
of
times
!
'
she
cried
,
with
something
between
a
furious
menace
and
an
effort
at
a
defiant
dance
.
'
Come
awa
'
from
th
'
bed
!
'
He
was
sitting
on
the
side
of
it
,
with
his
face
hidden
in
his
hands
.
'
Come
awa
!
from
'
t.
'
Tis
mine
,
and
I
've
a
right
to
t
'
!
'
As
she
staggered
to
it
,
he
avoided
her
with
a
shudder
,
and
passed
--
his
face
still
hidden
--
to
the
opposite
end
of
the
room
.
She
threw
herself
upon
the
bed
heavily
,
and
soon
was
snoring
hard
.
He
sunk
into
a
chair
,
and
moved
but
once
all
that
night
.
It
was
to
throw
a
covering
over
her
;
as
if
his
hands
were
not
enough
to
hide
her
,
even
in
the
darkness
.
The
Fairy
palaces
burst
into
illumination
,
before
pale
morning
showed
the
monstrous
serpents
of
smoke
trailing
themselves
over
Coketown
.
A
clattering
of
clogs
upon
the
pavement
;
a
rapid
ringing
of
bells
;
and
all
the
melancholy
mad
elephants
,
polished
and
oiled
up
for
the
day
's
monotony
,
were
at
their
heavy
exercise
again
.
Stephen
bent
over
his
loom
,
quiet
,
watchful
,
and
steady
.
A
special
contrast
,
as
every
man
was
in
the
forest
of
looms
where
Stephen
worked
,
to
the
crashing
,
smashing
,
tearing
piece
of
mechanism
at
which
he
laboured
.
Never
fear
,
good
people
of
an
anxious
turn
of
mind
,
that
Art
will
consign
Nature
to
oblivion
.
Set
anywhere
,
side
by
side
,
the
work
of
God
and
the
work
of
man
;
and
the
former
,
even
though
it
be
a
troop
of
Hands
of
very
small
account
,
will
gain
in
dignity
from
the
comparison
.
So
many
hundred
Hands
in
this
Mill
;
so
many
hundred
horse
Steam
Power
.
It
is
known
,
to
the
force
of
a
single
pound
weight
,
what
the
engine
will
do
;
but
,
not
all
the
calculators
of
the
National
Debt
can
tell
me
the
capacity
for
good
or
evil
,
for
love
or
hatred
,
for
patriotism
or
discontent
,
for
the
decomposition
of
virtue
into
vice
,
or
the
reverse
,
at
any
single
moment
in
the
soul
of
one
of
these
its
quiet
servants
,
with
the
composed
faces
and
the
regulated
actions
.
There
is
no
mystery
in
it
;
there
is
an
unfathomable
mystery
in
the
meanest
of
them
,
for
ever
.
--
Supposing
we
were
to
reverse
our
arithmetic
for
material
objects
,
and
to
govern
these
awful
unknown
quantities
by
other
means
!
The
day
grew
strong
,
and
showed
itself
outside
,
even
against
the
flaming
lights
within
.
