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He
was
going
to
his
work
?
the
old
woman
said
,
quickening
hers
,
too
,
quite
easily
.
Yes
,
time
was
nearly
out
.
On
his
telling
her
where
he
worked
,
the
old
woman
became
a
more
singular
old
woman
than
before
.
'
A
n't
you
happy
?
'
she
asked
him
.
'
Why
--
there
's
awmost
nobbody
but
has
their
troubles
,
missus
.
'
He
answered
evasively
,
because
the
old
woman
appeared
to
take
it
for
granted
that
he
would
be
very
happy
indeed
,
and
he
had
not
the
heart
to
disappoint
her
.
He
knew
that
there
was
trouble
enough
in
the
world
;
and
if
the
old
woman
had
lived
so
long
,
and
could
count
upon
his
having
so
little
,
why
so
much
the
better
for
her
,
and
none
the
worse
for
him
.
'
Ay
,
ay
!
You
have
your
troubles
at
home
,
you
mean
?
'
she
said
.
'
Times
.
Just
now
and
then
,
'
he
answered
,
slightly
.
'
But
,
working
under
such
a
gentleman
,
they
do
n't
follow
you
to
the
Factory
?
'
No
,
no
;
they
did
n't
follow
him
there
,
said
Stephen
.
All
correct
there
.
Everything
accordant
there
.
(
He
did
not
go
so
far
as
to
say
,
for
her
pleasure
,
that
there
was
a
sort
of
Divine
Right
there
;
but
,
I
have
heard
claims
almost
as
magnificent
of
late
years
.
)
They
were
now
in
the
black
by-road
near
the
place
,
and
the
Hands
were
crowding
in
.
The
bell
was
ringing
,
and
the
Serpent
was
a
Serpent
of
many
coils
,
and
the
Elephant
was
getting
ready
.
The
strange
old
woman
was
delighted
with
the
very
bell
.
It
was
the
beautifullest
bell
she
had
ever
heard
,
she
said
,
and
sounded
grand
!
She
asked
him
,
when
he
stopped
good-naturedly
to
shake
hands
with
her
before
going
in
,
how
long
he
had
worked
there
?
