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Hopeless
labour
!
If
he
led
them
out
of
rooms
where
it
was
,
if
he
shut
up
drawers
and
closets
where
it
stood
,
if
he
drew
the
curious
from
places
where
he
knew
it
to
be
secreted
,
and
got
them
out
into
the
streets
,
the
very
chimneys
of
the
mills
assumed
that
shape
,
and
round
them
was
the
printed
word
.
The
wind
was
blowing
again
,
the
rain
was
beating
on
the
house-tops
,
and
the
larger
spaces
through
which
he
had
strayed
contracted
to
the
four
walls
of
his
room
.
Saving
that
the
fire
had
died
out
,
it
was
as
his
eyes
had
closed
upon
it
.
Rachael
seemed
to
have
fallen
into
a
doze
,
in
the
chair
by
the
bed
.
She
sat
wrapped
in
her
shawl
,
perfectly
still
.
The
table
stood
in
the
same
place
,
close
by
the
bedside
,
and
on
it
,
in
its
real
proportions
and
appearance
,
was
the
shape
so
often
repeated
.
He
thought
he
saw
the
curtain
move
.
He
looked
again
,
and
he
was
sure
it
moved
.
He
saw
a
hand
come
forth
and
grope
about
a
little
.
Then
the
curtain
moved
more
perceptibly
,
and
the
woman
in
the
bed
put
it
back
,
and
sat
up
.
With
her
woful
eyes
,
so
haggard
and
wild
,
so
heavy
and
large
,
she
looked
all
round
the
room
,
and
passed
the
corner
where
he
slept
in
his
chair
.
Her
eyes
returned
to
that
corner
,
and
she
put
her
hand
over
them
as
a
shade
,
while
she
looked
into
it
.
Again
they
went
all
round
the
room
,
scarcely
heeding
Rachael
if
at
all
,
and
returned
to
that
corner
.
He
thought
,
as
she
once
more
shaded
them
--
not
so
much
looking
at
him
,
as
looking
for
him
with
a
brutish
instinct
that
he
was
there
--
that
no
single
trace
was
left
in
those
debauched
features
,
or
in
the
mind
that
went
along
with
them
,
of
the
woman
he
had
married
eighteen
years
before
.
But
that
he
had
seen
her
come
to
this
by
inches
,
he
never
could
have
believed
her
to
be
the
same
.
All
this
time
,
as
if
a
spell
were
on
him
,
he
was
motionless
and
powerless
,
except
to
watch
her
.
Stupidly
dozing
,
or
communing
with
her
incapable
self
about
nothing
,
she
sat
for
a
little
while
with
her
hands
at
her
ears
,
and
her
head
resting
on
them
.
Presently
,
she
resumed
her
staring
round
the
room
.
And
now
,
for
the
first
time
,
her
eyes
stopped
at
the
table
with
the
bottles
on
it
.
Straightway
she
turned
her
eyes
back
to
his
corner
,
with
the
defiance
of
last
night
,
and
moving
very
cautiously
and
softly
,
stretched
out
her
greedy
hand
.
She
drew
a
mug
into
the
bed
,
and
sat
for
a
while
considering
which
of
the
two
bottles
she
should
choose
.
Finally
,
she
laid
her
insensate
grasp
upon
the
bottle
that
had
swift
and
certain
death
in
it
,
and
,
before
his
eyes
,
pulled
out
the
cork
with
her
teeth
.
Dream
or
reality
,
he
had
no
voice
,
nor
had
he
power
to
stir
.
If
this
be
real
,
and
her
allotted
time
be
not
yet
come
,
wake
,
Rachael
,
wake
!
She
thought
of
that
,
too
.
She
looked
at
Rachael
,
and
very
slowly
,
very
cautiously
,
poured
out
the
contents
.
The
draught
was
at
her
lips
.
A
moment
and
she
would
be
past
all
help
,
let
the
whole
world
wake
and
come
about
her
with
its
utmost
power
.
