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'
Stephen
!
'
She
was
coming
to
him
,
but
he
stretched
out
his
arm
to
stop
her
.
'
No
!
Do
n't
,
please
;
do
n't
.
Let
me
see
thee
setten
by
the
bed
.
Let
me
see
thee
,
a
'
so
good
,
and
so
forgiving
.
Let
me
see
thee
as
I
see
thee
when
I
coom
in
.
I
can
never
see
thee
better
than
so
.
Never
,
never
,
never
!
'
He
had
a
violent
fit
of
trembling
,
and
then
sunk
into
his
chair
.
After
a
time
he
controlled
himself
,
and
,
resting
with
an
elbow
on
one
knee
,
and
his
head
upon
that
hand
,
could
look
towards
Rachael
.
Seen
across
the
dim
candle
with
his
moistened
eyes
,
she
looked
as
if
she
had
a
glory
shining
round
her
head
.
He
could
have
believed
she
had
.
He
did
believe
it
,
as
the
noise
without
shook
the
window
,
rattled
at
the
door
below
,
and
went
about
the
house
clamouring
and
lamenting
.
'
When
she
gets
better
,
Stephen
,
'
tis
to
be
hoped
she
'll
leave
thee
to
thyself
again
,
and
do
thee
no
more
hurt
.
Anyways
we
will
hope
so
now
.
And
now
I
shall
keep
silence
,
for
I
want
thee
to
sleep
.
'
He
closed
his
eyes
,
more
to
please
her
than
to
rest
his
weary
head
;
but
,
by
slow
degrees
as
he
listened
to
the
great
noise
of
the
wind
,
he
ceased
to
hear
it
,
or
it
changed
into
the
working
of
his
loom
,
or
even
into
the
voices
of
the
day
(
his
own
included
)
saying
what
had
been
really
said
.
Even
this
imperfect
consciousness
faded
away
at
last
,
and
he
dreamed
a
long
,
troubled
dream
.
He
thought
that
he
,
and
some
one
on
whom
his
heart
had
long
been
set
--
but
she
was
not
Rachael
,
and
that
surprised
him
,
even
in
the
midst
of
his
imaginary
happiness
--
stood
in
the
church
being
married
.
While
the
ceremony
was
performing
,
and
while
he
recognized
among
the
witnesses
some
whom
he
knew
to
be
living
,
and
many
whom
he
knew
to
be
dead
,
darkness
came
on
,
succeeded
by
the
shining
of
a
tremendous
light
.
It
broke
from
one
line
in
the
table
of
commandments
at
the
altar
,
and
illuminated
the
building
with
the
words
.
They
were
sounded
through
the
church
,
too
,
as
if
there
were
voices
in
the
fiery
letters
.
Upon
this
,
the
whole
appearance
before
him
and
around
him
changed
,
and
nothing
was
left
as
it
had
been
,
but
himself
and
the
clergyman
.
They
stood
in
the
daylight
before
a
crowd
so
vast
,
that
if
all
the
people
in
the
world
could
have
been
brought
together
into
one
space
,
they
could
not
have
looked
,
he
thought
,
more
numerous
;
and
they
all
abhorred
him
,
and
there
was
not
one
pitying
or
friendly
eye
among
the
millions
that
were
fastened
on
his
face
.
He
stood
on
a
raised
stage
,
under
his
own
loom
;
and
,
looking
up
at
the
shape
the
loom
took
,
and
hearing
the
burial
service
distinctly
read
,
he
knew
that
he
was
there
to
suffer
death
.
In
an
instant
what
he
stood
on
fell
below
him
,
and
he
was
gone
.
--
Out
of
what
mystery
he
came
back
to
his
usual
life
,
and
to
places
that
he
knew
,
he
was
unable
to
consider
;
but
he
was
back
in
those
places
by
some
means
,
and
with
this
condemnation
upon
him
,
that
he
was
never
,
in
this
world
or
the
next
,
through
all
the
unimaginable
ages
of
eternity
,
to
look
on
Rachael
's
face
or
hear
her
voice
.
Wandering
to
and
fro
,
unceasingly
,
without
hope
,
and
in
search
of
he
knew
not
what
(
he
only
knew
that
he
was
doomed
to
seek
it
)
,
he
was
the
subject
of
a
nameless
,
horrible
dread
,
a
mortal
fear
of
one
particular
shape
which
everything
took
.
Whatsoever
he
looked
at
,
grew
into
that
form
sooner
or
later
.
The
object
of
his
miserable
existence
was
to
prevent
its
recognition
by
any
one
among
the
various
people
he
encountered
.
