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“
O
merciful
God
,
have
pity
;
have
pity
upon
my
poor
baby
!
”
she
cried
.
“
Heap
as
much
anger
as
you
want
to
upon
me
,
and
welcome
;
but
pity
the
child
!
”
She
leant
against
the
chest
of
drawers
,
and
murmured
incoherent
supplications
for
a
long
while
,
till
she
suddenly
started
up
.
“
Ah
!
perhaps
baby
can
be
saved
!
Perhaps
it
will
be
just
the
same
!
”
She
spoke
so
brightly
that
it
seemed
as
though
her
face
might
have
shone
in
the
gloom
surrounding
her
.
She
lit
a
candle
,
and
went
to
a
second
and
a
third
bed
under
the
wall
,
where
she
awoke
her
young
sisters
and
brothers
,
all
of
whom
occupied
the
same
room
.
Pulling
out
the
washing
-
stand
so
that
she
could
get
behind
it
,
she
poured
some
water
from
a
jug
,
and
made
them
kneel
around
,
putting
their
hands
together
with
fingers
exactly
vertical
.
While
the
children
,
scarcely
awake
,
awe
-
stricken
at
her
manner
,
their
eyes
growing
larger
and
larger
,
remained
in
this
position
,
she
took
the
baby
from
her
bed
—
a
child
’
s
child
—
so
immature
as
scarce
to
seem
a
sufficient
personality
to
endow
its
producer
with
the
maternal
title
.
Tess
then
stood
erect
with
the
infant
on
her
arm
beside
the
basin
,
the
next
sister
held
the
Prayer
-
Book
open
before
her
,
as
the
clerk
at
church
held
it
before
the
parson
;
and
thus
the
girl
set
about
baptizing
her
child
.
Her
figure
looked
singularly
tall
and
imposing
as
she
stood
in
her
long
white
nightgown
,
a
thick
cable
of
twisted
dark
hair
hanging
straight
down
her
back
to
her
waist
.
The
kindly
dimness
of
the
weak
candle
abstracted
from
her
form
and
features
the
little
blemishes
which
sunlight
might
have
revealed
—
the
stubble
scratches
upon
her
wrists
,
and
the
weariness
of
her
eyes
—
her
high
enthusiasm
having
a
transfiguring
effect
upon
the
face
which
had
been
her
undoing
,
showing
it
as
a
thing
of
immaculate
beauty
,
with
a
touch
of
dignity
which
was
almost
regal
.
The
little
ones
kneeling
round
,
their
sleepy
eyes
blinking
and
red
,
awaited
her
preparations
full
of
a
suspended
wonder
which
their
physical
heaviness
at
that
hour
would
not
allow
to
become
active
.
The
most
impressed
of
them
said
:
“
Be
you
really
going
to
christen
him
,
Tess
?
”
The
girl
-
mother
replied
in
a
grave
affirmative
.
“
What
’
s
his
name
going
to
be
?
”
