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Old
Stephen
descended
the
two
white
steps
,
shutting
the
black
door
with
the
brazen
door-plate
,
by
the
aid
of
the
brazen
full-stop
,
to
which
he
gave
a
parting
polish
with
the
sleeve
of
his
coat
,
observing
that
his
hot
hand
clouded
it
.
He
crossed
the
street
with
his
eyes
bent
upon
the
ground
,
and
thus
was
walking
sorrowfully
away
,
when
he
felt
a
touch
upon
his
arm
.
It
was
not
the
touch
he
needed
most
at
such
a
moment
--
the
touch
that
could
calm
the
wild
waters
of
his
soul
,
as
the
uplifted
hand
of
the
sublimest
love
and
patience
could
abate
the
raging
of
the
sea
--
yet
it
was
a
woman
's
hand
too
.
It
was
an
old
woman
,
tall
and
shapely
still
,
though
withered
by
time
,
on
whom
his
eyes
fell
when
he
stopped
and
turned
.
She
was
very
cleanly
and
plainly
dressed
,
had
country
mud
upon
her
shoes
,
and
was
newly
come
from
a
journey
.
The
flutter
of
her
manner
,
in
the
unwonted
noise
of
the
streets
;
the
spare
shawl
,
carried
unfolded
on
her
arm
;
the
heavy
umbrella
,
and
little
basket
;
the
loose
long-fingered
gloves
,
to
which
her
hands
were
unused
;
all
bespoke
an
old
woman
from
the
country
,
in
her
plain
holiday
clothes
,
come
into
Coketown
on
an
expedition
of
rare
occurrence
.
Remarking
this
at
a
glance
,
with
the
quick
observation
of
his
class
,
Stephen
Blackpool
bent
his
attentive
face
--
his
face
,
which
,
like
the
faces
of
many
of
his
order
,
by
dint
of
long
working
with
eyes
and
hands
in
the
midst
of
a
prodigious
noise
,
had
acquired
the
concentrated
look
with
which
we
are
familiar
in
the
countenances
of
the
deaf
--
the
better
to
hear
what
she
asked
him
.
'
Pray
,
sir
,
'
said
the
old
woman
,
'
did
n't
I
see
you
come
out
of
that
gentleman
's
house
?
'
pointing
back
to
Mr.
Bounderby
's
.
'
I
believe
it
was
you
,
unless
I
have
had
the
bad
luck
to
mistake
the
person
in
following
?
'
'
Yes
,
missus
,
'
returned
Stephen
,
'
it
were
me
.
'
'
Have
you
--
you
'll
excuse
an
old
woman
's
curiosity
--
have
you
seen
the
gentleman
?
'
'
Yes
,
missus
.
'
'
And
how
did
he
look
,
sir
?
Was
he
portly
,
bold
,
outspoken
,
and
hearty
?
'
As
she
straightened
her
own
figure
,
and
held
up
her
head
in
adapting
her
action
to
her
words
,
the
idea
crossed
Stephen
that
he
had
seen
this
old
woman
before
,
and
had
not
quite
liked
her
.
'
O
yes
,
'
he
returned
,
observing
her
more
attentively
,
'
he
were
all
that
.
'
'
And
healthy
,
'
said
the
old
woman
,
'
as
the
fresh
wind
?
'
'
Yes
,
'
returned
Stephen
.
'
He
were
ett
'n
and
drinking
--
as
large
and
as
loud
as
a
Hummobee
.
'
