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'
I
have
been
here
once
before
,
to-day
,
Stephen
.
Landlady
came
round
for
me
at
dinner-time
.
There
was
some
one
here
that
needed
looking
to
,
she
said
.
And
'
deed
she
was
right
.
All
wandering
and
lost
,
Stephen
.
Wounded
too
,
and
bruised
.
'
He
slowly
moved
to
a
chair
and
sat
down
,
drooping
his
head
before
her
.
'
I
came
to
do
what
little
I
could
,
Stephen
;
first
,
for
that
she
worked
with
me
when
we
were
girls
both
,
and
for
that
you
courted
her
and
married
her
when
I
was
her
friend
--
'
He
laid
his
furrowed
forehead
on
his
hand
,
with
a
low
groan
.
'
And
next
,
for
that
I
know
your
heart
,
and
am
right
sure
and
certain
that
'
tis
far
too
merciful
to
let
her
die
,
or
even
so
much
as
suffer
,
for
want
of
aid
.
Thou
knowest
who
said
,
"
Let
him
who
is
without
sin
among
you
cast
the
first
stone
at
her
!
"
There
have
been
plenty
to
do
that
.
Thou
art
not
the
man
to
cast
the
last
stone
,
Stephen
,
when
she
is
brought
so
low
.
'
'
O
Rachael
,
Rachael
!
'
'
Thou
hast
been
a
cruel
sufferer
,
Heaven
reward
thee
!
'
she
said
,
in
compassionate
accents
.
'
I
am
thy
poor
friend
,
with
all
my
heart
and
mind
.
'
The
wounds
of
which
she
had
spoken
,
seemed
to
be
about
the
neck
of
the
self-made
outcast
.
She
dressed
them
now
,
still
without
showing
her
.
She
steeped
a
piece
of
linen
in
a
basin
,
into
which
she
poured
some
liquid
from
a
bottle
,
and
laid
it
with
a
gentle
hand
upon
the
sore
.
The
three-legged
table
had
been
drawn
close
to
the
bedside
,
and
on
it
there
were
two
bottles
.
This
was
one
.
It
was
not
so
far
off
,
but
that
Stephen
,
following
her
hands
with
his
eyes
,
could
read
what
was
printed
on
it
in
large
letters
.
He
turned
of
a
deadly
hue
,
and
a
sudden
horror
seemed
to
fall
upon
him
.
