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'
A
dozen
year
,
'
he
told
her
.
'
I
must
kiss
the
hand
,
'
said
she
,
'
that
has
worked
in
this
fine
factory
for
a
dozen
year
!
'
And
she
lifted
it
,
though
he
would
have
prevented
her
,
and
put
it
to
her
lips
.
What
harmony
,
besides
her
age
and
her
simplicity
,
surrounded
her
,
he
did
not
know
,
but
even
in
this
fantastic
action
there
was
a
something
neither
out
of
time
nor
place
:
a
something
which
it
seemed
as
if
nobody
else
could
have
made
as
serious
,
or
done
with
such
a
natural
and
touching
air
.
He
had
been
at
his
loom
full
half
an
hour
,
thinking
about
this
old
woman
,
when
,
having
occasion
to
move
round
the
loom
for
its
adjustment
,
he
glanced
through
a
window
which
was
in
his
corner
,
and
saw
her
still
looking
up
at
the
pile
of
building
,
lost
in
admiration
.
Heedless
of
the
smoke
and
mud
and
wet
,
and
of
her
two
long
journeys
,
she
was
gazing
at
it
,
as
if
the
heavy
thrum
that
issued
from
its
many
stories
were
proud
music
to
her
.
She
was
gone
by
and
by
,
and
the
day
went
after
her
,
and
the
lights
sprung
up
again
,
and
the
Express
whirled
in
full
sight
of
the
Fairy
Palace
over
the
arches
near
:
little
felt
amid
the
jarring
of
the
machinery
,
and
scarcely
heard
above
its
crash
and
rattle
.
Long
before
then
his
thoughts
had
gone
back
to
the
dreary
room
above
the
little
shop
,
and
to
the
shameful
figure
heavy
on
the
bed
,
but
heavier
on
his
heart
.
Machinery
slackened
;
throbbing
feebly
like
a
fainting
pulse
;
stopped
.
The
bell
again
;
the
glare
of
light
and
heat
dispelled
;
the
factories
,
looming
heavy
in
the
black
wet
night
--
their
tall
chimneys
rising
up
into
the
air
like
competing
Towers
of
Babel
.
He
had
spoken
to
Rachael
only
last
night
,
it
was
true
,
and
had
walked
with
her
a
little
way
;
but
he
had
his
new
misfortune
on
him
,
in
which
no
one
else
could
give
him
a
moment
's
relief
,
and
,
for
the
sake
of
it
,
and
because
he
knew
himself
to
want
that
softening
of
his
anger
which
no
voice
but
hers
could
effect
,
he
felt
he
might
so
far
disregard
what
she
had
said
as
to
wait
for
her
again
.
He
waited
,
but
she
had
eluded
him
.
She
was
gone
.
On
no
other
night
in
the
year
could
he
so
ill
have
spared
her
patient
face
.
O
!
Better
to
have
no
home
in
which
to
lay
his
head
,
than
to
have
a
home
and
dread
to
go
to
it
,
through
such
a
cause
.
He
ate
and
drank
,
for
he
was
exhausted
--
but
he
little
knew
or
cared
what
;
and
he
wandered
about
in
the
chill
rain
,
thinking
and
thinking
,
and
brooding
and
brooding
.
No
word
of
a
new
marriage
had
ever
passed
between
them
;
but
Rachael
had
taken
great
pity
on
him
years
ago
,
and
to
her
alone
he
had
opened
his
closed
heart
all
this
time
,
on
the
subject
of
his
miseries
;
and
he
knew
very
well
that
if
he
were
free
to
ask
her
,
she
would
take
him
.
He
thought
of
the
home
he
might
at
that
moment
have
been
seeking
with
pleasure
and
pride
;
of
the
different
man
he
might
have
been
that
night
;
of
the
lightness
then
in
his
now
heavy-laden
breast
;
of
the
then
restored
honour
,
self-respect
,
and
tranquillity
all
torn
to
pieces
.
He
thought
of
the
waste
of
the
best
part
of
his
life
,
of
the
change
it
made
in
his
character
for
the
worse
every
day
,
of
the
dreadful
nature
of
his
existence
,
bound
hand
and
foot
,
to
a
dead
woman
,
and
tormented
by
a
demon
in
her
shape
He
thought
of
Rachael
,
how
young
when
they
were
first
brought
together
in
these
circumstances
,
how
mature
now
,
how
soon
to
grow
old
.
He
thought
of
the
number
of
girls
and
women
she
had
seen
marry
,
how
many
homes
with
children
in
them
she
had
seen
grow
up
around
her
,
how
she
had
contentedly
pursued
her
own
lone
quiet
path
--
for
him
--
and
how
he
had
sometimes
seen
a
shade
of
melancholy
on
her
blessed
face
,
that
smote
him
with
remorse
and
despair
.
He
set
the
picture
of
her
up
,
beside
the
infamous
image
of
last
night
;
and
thought
,
Could
it
be
,
that
the
whole
earthly
course
of
one
so
gentle
,
good
,
and
self-denying
,
was
subjugate
to
such
a
wretch
as
that
!
Filled
with
these
thoughts
--
so
filled
that
he
had
an
unwholesome
sense
of
growing
larger
,
of
being
placed
in
some
new
and
diseased
relation
towards
the
objects
among
which
he
passed
,
of
seeing
the
iris
round
every
misty
light
turn
red
--
he
went
home
for
shelter
.
