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With
her
hand
upon
her
brother
's
shoulder
,
Louisa
still
stood
looking
at
the
fire
.
Her
brother
glanced
at
her
face
with
greater
interest
than
usual
,
and
,
encircling
her
waist
with
his
arm
,
drew
her
coaxingly
to
him
.
'
You
are
very
fond
of
me
,
a
n't
you
,
Loo
?
'
'
Indeed
I
am
,
Tom
,
though
you
do
let
such
long
intervals
go
by
without
coming
to
see
me
.
'
'
Well
,
sister
of
mine
,
'
said
Tom
,
'
when
you
say
that
,
you
are
near
my
thoughts
.
We
might
be
so
much
oftener
together
--
might
n't
we
?
Always
together
,
almost
--
might
n't
we
?
It
would
do
me
a
great
deal
of
good
if
you
were
to
make
up
your
mind
to
I
know
what
,
Loo
.
It
would
be
a
splendid
thing
for
me
.
It
would
be
uncommonly
jolly
!
'
Her
thoughtfulness
baffled
his
cunning
scrutiny
.
He
could
make
nothing
of
her
face
.
He
pressed
her
in
his
arm
,
and
kissed
her
cheek
.
She
returned
the
kiss
,
but
still
looked
at
the
fire
.
'
I
say
,
Loo
!
I
thought
I
'd
come
,
and
just
hint
to
you
what
was
going
on
:
though
I
supposed
you
'd
most
likely
guess
,
even
if
you
did
n't
know
I
ca
n't
stay
,
because
I
'm
engaged
to
some
fellows
to-night
.
You
wo
n't
forget
how
fond
you
are
of
me
?
'
'
No
,
dear
Tom
,
I
wo
n't
forget
.
'
'
That
's
a
capital
girl
,
'
said
Tom
.
'
Good-bye
,
Loo
.
'
She
gave
him
an
affectionate
good-night
,
and
went
out
with
him
to
the
door
,
whence
the
fires
of
Coketown
could
be
seen
,
making
the
distance
lurid
.
She
stood
there
,
looking
steadfastly
towards
them
,
and
listening
to
his
departing
steps
.
They
retreated
quickly
,
as
glad
to
get
away
from
Stone
Lodge
;
and
she
stood
there
yet
,
when
he
was
gone
and
all
was
quiet
.
It
seemed
as
if
,
first
in
her
own
fire
within
the
house
,
and
then
in
the
fiery
haze
without
,
she
tried
to
discover
what
kind
of
woof
Old
Time
,
that
greatest
and
longest-established
Spinner
of
all
,
would
weave
from
the
threads
he
had
already
spun
into
a
woman
.
But
his
factory
is
a
secret
place
,
his
work
is
noiseless
,
and
his
Hands
are
mutes
.
