"Mother-like
!
"
said
Job
.
"
She
meant
Will
,
when
she
spoke
of
them
that
could
prove
him
innocent
.
He
was
with
Will
on
Thursday
night
,
walking
a
part
of
the
way
with
him
to
Liverpool
;
now
the
thing
is
to
lay
hold
on
Will
and
get
him
to
prove
this
.
"
So
spoke
Mary
,
calm
,
from
the
earnestness
of
her
purpose
.
"
Do
n't
build
too
much
on
it
,
my
dear
,
"
said
Job
.
"
I
do
build
on
it
,
"
replied
Mary
,
"
because
I
know
it
's
the
truth
,
and
I
mean
to
try
and
prove
it
,
come
what
may
.
Nothing
you
can
say
will
daunt
me
,
Job
,
so
do
n't
you
go
and
try
.
You
may
help
,
but
you
cannot
hinder
me
doing
what
I
'm
resolved
on
.
"
They
respected
her
firmness
of
determination
,
and
Job
almost
gave
in
to
her
belief
,
when
he
saw
how
steadfastly
she
was
acting
upon
it
.
Oh
!
surest
way
of
conversion
to
our
faith
,
whatever
it
may
be
,
—
regarding
either
small
things
,
or
great
,
—
when
it
is
beheld
as
the
actuating
principle
,
from
which
we
never
swerve
!
When
it
is
seen
that
,
instead
of
over-much
profession
,
it
is
worked
into
the
life
,
and
moves
every
action
!
Mary
gained
courage
as
she
instinctively
felt
she
had
made
way
with
one
at
least
of
her
companions
.
"
Now
I
'm
clear
about
this
much
,
"
she
continued
,
"
he
was
with
Will
when
the
—
shot
was
fired
(
she
could
not
bring
herself
to
say
,
when
the
murder
was
committed
,
when
she
remembered
who
it
was
that
,
she
had
every
reason
to
believe
,
was
the
taker-away
of
life
)
.
Will
can
prove
this
.
I
must
find
Will
.
He
was
n't
to
sail
till
Tuesday
.
There
's
time
enough
.
He
was
to
come
back
from
his
uncle
's
,
in
the
Isle
of
Man
,
on
Monday
.
I
must
meet
him
in
Liverpool
,
on
that
day
,
and
tell
him
what
has
happened
,
and
how
poor
Jem
is
in
trouble
,
and
that
he
must
prove
an
alibi
,
come
Tuesday
.
All
this
I
can
and
will
do
,
though
perhaps
I
do
n't
clearly
know
how
,
just
at
present
.
But
surely
God
will
help
me
.
When
I
know
I
'm
doing
right
,
I
will
have
no
fear
,
but
put
my
trust
in
Him
;
for
I
'm
acting
for
the
innocent
and
good
,
and
not
for
my
own
self
,
who
have
done
so
wrong
.
I
have
no
fear
when
I
think
of
Jem
,
who
is
so
good
.
"
She
stopped
,
oppressed
with
the
fulness
of
her
heart
.
Margaret
began
to
love
her
again
;
to
see
in
her
the
same
sweet
,
faulty
,
impulsive
,
lovable
creature
she
had
known
in
the
former
Mary
Barton
,
but
with
more
of
dignity
,
self-reliance
,
and
purpose
.
Mary
spoke
again
.
"
Now
I
know
the
name
of
Will
's
vessel
—
the
John
Cropper
;
and
I
know
that
she
is
bound
to
America
.
That
is
something
to
know
.
But
I
forget
,
if
I
ever
heard
,
where
he
lodges
in
Liverpool
.
He
spoke
of
his
landlady
,
as
a
good
,
trustworthy
woman
;
but
if
he
named
her
name
,
it
has
slipped
my
memory
.
Can
you
help
me
,
Margaret
?
"
She
appealed
to
her
friend
calmly
and
openly
,
as
if
perfectly
aware
of
,
and
recognising
the
unspoken
tie
which
bound
her
and
Will
together
;
she
asked
her
in
the
same
manner
in
which
she
would
have
asked
a
wife
where
her
husband
dwelt
.
And
Margaret
replied
in
the
like
calm
tone
,
two
spots
of
crimson
on
her
cheeks
alone
bearing
witness
to
any
internal
agitation
.
"
He
lodges
at
a
Mrs.
Jones
's
,
Milk-House
Yard
,
out
of
Nicholas
Street
.
He
has
lodged
there
ever
since
he
began
to
go
to
sea
;
she
is
a
very
decent
kind
of
woman
,
I
believe
.
"
"
Well
,
Mary
!
I
'll
give
you
my
prayers
,
"
said
Job
.
"
It
's
not
often
I
pray
regular
,
though
I
often
speak
a
word
to
God
,
when
I
'm
either
very
happy
or
very
sorry
;
I
've
catched
myself
thanking
Him
at
odd
hours
when
I
've
found
a
rare
insect
,
or
had
a
fine
day
for
an
out
;
but
I
cannot
help
it
,
no
more
than
I
can
talking
to
a
friend
.
But
this
time
I
'll
pray
regular
for
Jem
,
and
for
you
.
And
so
will
Margaret
,
I
'll
be
bound
.
Still
,
wench
!
what
think
yo
of
a
lawyer
?
I
know
one
,
Mr.
Cheshire
,
who
's
rather
given
to
th
'
insect
line
—
and
a
good
kind
o
'
chap
.
He
and
I
have
swopped
specimens
many
's
the
time
,
when
either
of
us
had
a
duplicate
.
He
'll
do
me
a
kind
turn
,
I
'm
sure
.
I
'll
just
take
my
hat
,
and
pay
him
a
visit
.
"
No
sooner
said
,
than
done
.
Margaret
and
Mary
were
left
alone
.
And
this
seemed
to
bring
back
the
feeling
of
awkwardness
,
not
to
say
estrangement
.
But
Mary
,
excited
to
an
unusual
pitch
of
courage
,
was
the
first
to
break
silence
.
"
Oh
,
Margaret
!
"
said
she
,
"
I
see
—
I
feel
how
wrong
you
think
I
have
acted
;
you
cannot
think
me
worse
than
I
think
myself
,
now
my
eyes
are
opened
.
"
Here
her
sobs
came
choking
up
her
voice
.
"
Nay
,
"
Margaret
began
,
"
I
have
no
right
to
—
"
"
Yes
,
Margaret
,
you
have
a
right
to
judge
;
you
cannot
help
it
;
only
in
your
judgment
remember
mercy
,
as
the
Bible
says
.
You
,
who
have
been
always
good
,
cannot
tell
how
easy
it
is
at
first
to
go
a
little
wrong
,
and
then
how
hard
it
is
to
go
back
.
Oh
!
I
little
thought
when
I
was
first
pleased
with
Mr.
Carson
's
speeches
,
how
it
would
all
end
;
perhaps
in
the
death
of
him
I
love
better
than
life
.
"
She
burst
into
a
passion
of
tears
.
The
feelings
pent
up
through
the
day
would
have
vent
.
But
checking
herself
with
a
strong
effort
,
and
looking
up
at
Margaret
as
piteously
as
if
those
calm
,
stony
eyes
could
see
her
imploring
face
,
she
added
,
"
I
must
not
cry
;
I
must
not
give
way
;
there
will
be
time
enough
for
that
hereafter
,
if
—
I
only
wanted
you
to
speak
kindly
to
me
,
Margaret
,
for
I
am
very
,
very
wretched
;
more
wretched
than
any
one
can
ever
know
;
more
wretched
,
I
sometimes
fancy
,
than
I
have
deserved
,
—
but
that
's
wrong
,
is
n't
it
,
Margaret
?
Oh
!
I
have
done
wrong
,
and
I
am
punished
;
you
cannot
tell
how
much
.
"
Who
could
resist
her
voice
,
her
tones
of
misery
,
of
humility
?
Who
would
refuse
the
kindness
for
which
she
begged
so
penitently
?
Not
Margaret
.
The
old
friendly
manner
came
back
.
With
it
,
may
be
,
more
of
tenderness
.
"
Oh
!
Margaret
,
do
you
think
he
can
be
saved
;
do
you
think
they
can
find
him
guilty
if
Will
comes
forward
as
a
witness
?
Wo
n't
that
be
a
good
alibi
?
"
Margaret
did
not
answer
for
a
moment
.
"
Oh
,
speak
!
Margaret
,
"
said
Mary
,
with
anxious
impatience
.
"
I
know
nought
about
law
,
or
alibis
,
"
replied
Margaret
,
meekly
;
"
but
,
Mary
,
as
grandfather
says
,
are
n't
you
building
too
much
on
what
Jane
Wilson
has
told
you
about
his
going
with
Will
?
Poor
soul
,
she
's
gone
dateless
,
I
think
,
with
care
,
and
watching
,
and
over-much
trouble
;
and
who
can
wonder
?
Or
Jem
may
have
told
her
he
was
going
,
by
way
of
a
blind
.
"
"
You
do
n't
know
Jem
,
"
said
Mary
,
starting
from
her
seat
in
a
hurried
manner
,
"
or
you
would
not
say
so
.
"
"
I
hope
I
may
be
wrong
;
but
think
,
Mary
,
how
much
there
is
against
him
.
The
shot
was
fired
with
his
gun
;
he
it
was
as
threatened
Mr.
Carson
not
many
days
before
;
he
was
absent
from
home
at
that
very
time
,
as
we
know
,
and
,
as
I
'm
much
afeared
,
some
one
will
be
called
on
to
prove
;
and
there
's
no
one
else
to
share
suspicion
with
him
.
"
Mary
heaved
a
deep
sigh
.
"
But
,
Margaret
,
he
did
not
do
it
,
"
Mary
again
asserted
.
Margaret
looked
unconvinced
.
"
I
can
do
no
good
,
I
see
,
by
saying
so
,
for
none
on
you
believe
me
,
and
I
wo
n't
say
so
again
till
I
can
prove
it
.
Monday
morning
I
'll
go
to
Liverpool
.
I
shall
be
at
hand
for
the
trial
.
Oh
dear
!
dear
!
And
I
will
find
Will
;
and
then
,
Margaret
,
I
think
you
'll
be
sorry
for
being
so
stubborn
about
Jem
.
"
"
Do
n't
fly
off
,
dear
Mary
;
I
'd
give
a
deal
to
be
wrong
.
And
now
I
'm
going
to
be
plain
spoken
.
You
'll
want
money
.
Them
lawyers
is
no
better
than
a
spunge
for
sucking
up
money
;
let
alone
your
hunting
out
Will
,
and
your
keep
in
Liverpool
,
and
what
not
.
You
must
take
some
of
the
mint
I
've
got
laid
by
in
the
old
tea-pot
.
You
have
no
right
to
refuse
,
for
I
offer
it
to
Jem
,
not
to
you
;
it
's
for
his
purposes
you
're
to
use
it
.
"
"
I
know
—
I
see
.
Thank
you
,
Margaret
;
you
're
a
kind
one
,
at
any
rate
.
I
take
it
for
Jem
;
and
I
'll
do
my
very
best
with
it
for
him
.
Not
all
,
though
;
do
n't
think
I
'll
take
all
.
They
'll
pay
me
for
my
keep
.
I
'll
take
this
,
"
accepting
a
sovereign
from
the
hoard
which
Margaret
produced
out
of
its
accustomed
place
in
the
cupboard
.
"
Your
grandfather
will
pay
the
lawyer
.
I
'll
have
nought
to
do
with
him
,
"
shuddering
as
she
remembered
Job
's
words
,
about
lawyers
'
skill
in
always
discovering
the
truth
,
sooner
or
later
;
and
knowing
what
was
the
secret
she
had
to
hide
.
"
Bless
you
!
do
n't
make
such
ado
about
it
,
"
said
Margaret
,
cutting
short
Mary
's
thanks
.
"
I
sometimes
think
there
's
two
sides
to
the
commandment
;
and
that
we
may
say
,
'
Let
others
do
unto
you
,
as
you
would
do
unto
them
,
'
for
pride
often
prevents
our
giving
others
a
great
deal
of
pleasure
,
in
not
letting
them
be
kind
,
when
their
hearts
are
longing
to
help
;
and
when
we
ourselves
should
wish
to
do
just
the
same
,
if
we
were
in
their
place
.
Oh
!
how
often
I
've
been
hurt
,
by
being
coldly
told
by
persons
not
to
trouble
myself
about
their
care
,
or
sorrow
,
when
I
saw
them
in
great
grief
,
and
wanted
to
be
of
comfort
.
Our
Lord
Jesus
was
not
above
letting
folk
minister
to
Him
,
for
He
knew
how
happy
it
makes
one
to
do
aught
for
another
.
It
's
the
happiest
work
on
earth
.
"
Mary
had
been
too
much
engrossed
by
watching
what
was
passing
in
the
street
to
attend
very
closely
to
that
which
Margaret
was
saying
.
From
her
seat
she
could
see
out
of
the
window
pretty
plainly
,
and
she
caught
sight
of
a
gentleman
walking
alongside
of
Job
,
evidently
in
earnest
conversation
with
him
,
and
looking
keen
and
penetrating
enough
to
be
a
lawyer
.
Job
was
laying
down
something
to
be
attended
to
she
could
see
,
by
his
up-lifted
fore-finger
,
and
his
whole
gesture
;
then
he
pointed
and
nodded
across
the
street
to
his
own
house
,
as
if
inducing
his
companion
to
come
in
.
Mary
dreaded
lest
he
should
,
and
she
be
subjected
to
a
closer
cross-examination
than
she
had
hitherto
undergone
,
as
to
why
she
was
so
certain
that
Jem
was
innocent
.
She
feared
he
was
coming
;
he
stepped
a
little
towards
the
spot
.
No
!
it
was
only
to
make
way
for
a
child
,
tottering
along
,
whom
Mary
had
overlooked
.
Now
Job
took
him
by
the
button
,
so
earnestly
familiar
had
he
grown
.
The
gentleman
looked
"
fidging
fain
"
to
be
gone
,
but
submitted
in
a
manner
that
made
Mary
like
him
in
spite
of
his
profession
.
Then
came
a
volley
of
last
words
,
answered
by
briefest
nods
,
and
monosyllables
;
and
then
the
stranger
went
off
with
redoubled
quickness
of
pace
,
and
Job
crossed
the
street
with
a
little
satisfied
air
of
importance
on
his
kindly
face
.
"
Well
!
Mary
,
"
said
he
on
entering
,
"
I
've
seen
the
lawyer
,
not
Mr.
Cheshire
though
;
trials
for
murder
,
it
seems
,
are
not
his
line
o
'
business
.
But
he
gived
me
a
note
to
another
'
torney
;
a
fine
fellow
enough
,
only
too
much
of
a
talker
;
I
could
hardly
get
a
word
in
,
he
cut
me
so
short
.
However
,
I
've
just
been
going
over
the
principal
points
again
to
him
;
may
be
you
saw
us
?
I
wanted
him
just
to
come
over
and
speak
to
you
himsel
,
Mary
,
but
he
was
pressed
for
time
;
and
he
said
your
evidence
would
not
be
much
either
here
or
there
.
He
's
going
to
the
'
sizes
first
train
on
Monday
morning
,
and
will
see
Jem
,
and
hear
the
ins
and
outs
from
him
,
and
he
's
gived
me
his
address
,
Mary
,
and
you
and
Will
are
to
call
on
him
(
Will
'
special
)
on
Monday
at
two
o'clock
.
Thou'rt
taking
it
in
,
Mary
;
thou'rt
to
call
on
him
in
Liverpool
at
two
,
Monday
afternoon
?
"
Job
had
reason
to
doubt
if
she
fully
understood
him
;
for
all
this
minuteness
of
detail
,
these
satisfactory
arrangements
,
as
he
considered
them
,
only
seemed
to
bring
the
circumstances
in
which
she
was
placed
more
vividly
home
to
Mary
.
They
convinced
her
that
it
was
real
,
and
not
all
a
dream
,
as
she
had
sunk
into
fancying
it
for
a
few
minutes
,
while
sitting
in
the
old
accustomed
place
,
her
body
enjoying
the
rest
,
and
her
frame
sustained
by
food
,
and
listening
to
Margaret
's
calm
voice
.
The
gentleman
she
had
just
beheld
would
see
and
question
Jem
in
a
few
hours
,
and
what
would
be
the
result
?
Monday
:
that
was
the
day
after
to-morrow
,
and
on
Tuesday
,
life
and
death
would
be
tremendous
realities
to
her
lover
;
or
else
death
would
be
an
awful
certainty
to
her
father
.
No
wonder
Job
went
over
his
main
points
again
:
—
"
Monday
;
at
two
o'clock
,
mind
;
and
here
's
his
card
.
'
Mr
.
Bridgenorth
,
41
,
Renshaw
Street
,
Liverpool
.
'
He
'll
be
lodging
there
.
"
Job
ceased
talking
,
and
the
silence
roused
Mary
up
to
thank
him
.
"
You
're
very
kind
,
Job
;
very
.
You
and
Margaret
wo
n't
desert
me
,
come
what
will
.
"
"
Pooh
!
pooh
!
wench
;
do
n't
lose
heart
,
just
as
I
'm
beginning
to
get
it
.
He
seems
to
think
a
deal
on
Will
's
evidence
.
You
're
sure
,
girls
,
you
're
under
no
mistake
about
Will
?
"
"
I
'm
sure
,
"
said
Mary
,
"
he
went
straight
from
here
,
purposing
to
go
see
his
uncle
at
the
Isle
of
Man
,
and
be
back
Sunday
night
,
ready
for
the
ship
sailing
on
Tuesday
.
"
"
So
am
I
,
"
said
Margaret
.
"
And
the
ship
's
name
was
the
John
Cropper
,
and
he
lodged
where
I
told
Mary
before
.
Have
you
got
it
down
,
Mary
?
"
Mary
wrote
it
on
the
back
of
Mr.
Bridgenorth
's
card
.
"
He
was
not
over-willing
to
go
,
"
said
she
,
as
she
wrote
,
"
for
he
knew
little
about
his
uncle
,
and
said
he
did
n't
care
if
he
never
knowed
more
.
But
he
said
kinsfolk
was
kinsfolk
,
and
promises
was
promises
,
so
he
'd
go
for
a
day
or
so
,
and
then
it
would
be
over
.
"
Margaret
had
to
go
and
practise
some
singing
in
town
;
so
,
though
loth
to
depart
and
be
alone
,
Mary
bade
her
friends
good-bye
.
CHAPTER
XXIV
.
WITH
THE
DYING
.
"
O
sad
and
solemn
is
the
trembling
watch
Of
those
who
sit
and
count
the
heavy
hours
,
Beside
the
fevered
sleep
of
one
they
love
!
O
awful
is
it
in
the
hushed
mid
night
,
While
gazing
on
the
pallid
,
moveless
form
,
To
start
and
ask
,
'
Is
it
now
sleep
—
or
death
?
'
"
Anonymous
.
Mary
could
not
be
patient
in
her
loneliness
;
so
much
painful
thought
weighed
on
her
mind
;
the
very
house
was
haunted
with
memories
and
foreshadowings
.
Having
performed
all
duties
to
Jem
,
as
far
as
her
weak
powers
,
yet
loving
heart
could
act
;
and
a
black
veil
being
drawn
over
her
father
's
past
,
present
,
and
future
life
,
beyond
which
she
could
not
penetrate
to
judge
of
any
filial
service
she
ought
to
render
;
her
mind
unconsciously
sought
after
some
course
of
action
in
which
she
might
engage
.
Any
thing
,
any
thing
,
rather
than
leisure
for
reflection
.
And
then
came
up
the
old
feeling
which
first
bound
Ruth
to
Naomi
;
the
love
they
both
held
towards
one
object
;
and
Mary
felt
that
her
cares
would
be
most
lightened
by
being
of
use
,
or
of
comfort
to
his
mother
.
So
she
once
more
locked
up
the
house
,
and
set
off
towards
Ancoats
;
rushing
along
with
down-cast
head
,
for
fear
lest
any
one
should
recognise
her
and
arrest
her
progress
.
Jane
Wilson
sat
quietly
in
her
chair
as
Mary
entered
;
so
quietly
,
as
to
strike
one
by
the
contrast
it
presented
to
her
usual
bustling
and
nervous
manner
.
She
looked
very
pale
and
wan
;
but
the
quietness
was
the
thing
that
struck
Mary
most
.
She
did
not
rise
as
Mary
came
in
,
but
sat
still
and
said
something
in
so
gentle
,
so
feeble
a
voice
,
that
Mary
did
not
catch
it
.
Mrs.
Davenport
,
who
was
there
,
plucked
Mary
by
the
gown
,
and
whispered
,
"
Never
heed
her
;
she
's
worn
out
,
and
best
let
alone
.
I
'll
tell
you
all
about
it
,
up-stairs
.
"
But
Mary
,
touched
by
the
anxious
look
with
which
Mrs.
Wilson
gazed
at
her
,
as
if
awaiting
the
answer
to
some
question
,
went
forward
to
listen
to
the
speech
she
was
again
repeating
.
"
What
is
this
?
will
you
tell
me
?
"
Then
Mary
looked
and
saw
another
ominous
slip
of
parchment
in
the
mother
's
hand
,
which
she
was
rolling
up
and
down
in
a
tremulous
manner
between
her
fingers
.
Mary
's
heart
sickened
within
her
,
and
she
could
not
speak
.
"
What
is
it
?
"
she
repeated
.
"
Will
you
tell
me
?
"
She
still
looked
at
Mary
,
with
the
same
child-like
gaze
of
wonder
and
patient
entreaty
.
What
could
she
answer
?
"
I
telled
ye
not
to
heed
her
,
"
said
Mrs.
Davenport
,
a
little
angrily
.
"
She
knows
well
enough
what
it
is
,
—
too
well
,
belike
.
I
was
not
in
when
they
sarved
it
;
but
Mrs.
Heming
(
her
as
lives
next
door
)
was
,
and
she
spelled
out
the
meaning
,
and
made
it
all
clear
to
Mrs.
Wilson
.
It
's
a
summons
to
be
a
witness
on
Jem
's
trial
—
Mrs.
Heming
thinks
,
to
swear
to
the
gun
;
for
,
yo
see
,
there
's
nobbut
[
47
]
her
as
can
testify
to
its
being
his
,
and
she
let
on
so
easily
to
the
policeman
that
it
was
his
,
that
there
's
no
getting
off
her
word
now
.
Poor
body
;
she
takes
it
very
hard
,
I
dare
say
!
"
Mrs.
Wilson
had
waited
patiently
while
this
whispered
speech
was
being
uttered
,
imagining
,
perhaps
,
that
it
would
end
in
some
explanation
addressed
to
her
.
But
when
both
were
silent
,
though
their
eyes
,
without
speech
or
language
,
told
their
hearts
'
pity
,
she
spoke
again
in
the
same
unaltered
gentle
voice
(
so
different
from
the
irritable
impatience
she
had
been
ever
apt
to
show
to
every
one
except
her
husband
,
—
he
who
had
wedded
her
,
broken-down
and
injured
)
—
in
a
voice
so
different
,
I
say
,
from
the
old
,
hasty
manner
,
she
spoke
now
the
same
anxious
words
,
"
What
is
this
?
Will
you
tell
me
?
"
"
Yo
'd
better
give
it
me
at
once
,
Mrs.
Wilson
,
and
let
me
put
it
out
of
your
sight
.
—
Speak
to
her
,
Mary
,
wench
,
and
ask
for
a
sight
on
it
;
I
've
tried
,
and
better-tried
to
get
it
from
her
,
and
she
takes
no
heed
of
words
,
and
I
'm
loth
to
pull
it
by
force
out
of
her
hands
.
"
Mary
drew
the
little
"
cricket
"
[
48
]
out
from
under
the
dresser
,
and
sat
down
at
Mrs.
Wilson
's
knee
,
and
,
coaxing
one
of
her
tremulous
,
ever-moving
hands
into
hers
,
began
to
rub
it
soothingly
;
there
was
a
little
resistance
—
a
very
little
,
but
that
was
all
;
and
presently
,
in
the
nervous
movement
of
the
imprisoned
hand
,
the
parchment
fell
to
the
ground
.
Mary
calmly
and
openly
picked
it
up
without
any
attempt
at
concealment
,
and
quietly
placing
it
in
sight
of
the
anxious
eyes
that
followed
it
with
a
kind
of
spell-bound
dread
,
went
on
with
her
soothing
caresses
.
"
She
has
had
no
sleep
for
many
nights
,
"
said
the
girl
to
Mrs.
Davenport
,
"
and
all
this
woe
and
sorrow
,
—
it
's
no
wonder
.
"
"
No
,
indeed
!
"
Mrs.
Davenport
answered
.
"
We
must
get
her
fairly
to
bed
;
we
must
get
her
undressed
,
and
all
;
and
trust
to
God
,
in
His
mercy
,
to
send
her
to
sleep
,
or
else
,
—
"
For
,
you
see
,
they
spoke
before
her
as
if
she
were
not
there
;
her
heart
was
so
far
away
.
Accordingly
they
almost
lifted
her
from
the
chair
in
which
she
sat
motionless
,
and
taking
her
up
as
gently
as
a
mother
carries
her
sleeping
baby
,
they
undressed
her
poor
,
worn
form
,
and
laid
her
in
the
little
bed
up-stairs
.
They
had
once
thought
of
placing
her
in
Jem
's
bed
,
to
be
out
of
sight
or
sound
of
any
disturbance
of
Alice
's
,
but
then
again
they
remembered
the
shock
she
might
receive
in
awakening
in
so
unusual
a
place
,
and
also
that
Mary
,
who
intended
to
keep
vigil
that
night
in
the
house
of
mourning
,
would
find
it
difficult
to
divide
her
attention
in
the
possible
cases
that
might
ensue
.
So
they
laid
her
,
as
I
said
before
,
on
that
little
pallet-bed
;
and
,
as
they
were
slowly
withdrawing
from
the
bed-side
,
hoping
and
praying
that
she
might
sleep
,
and
forget
for
a
time
her
heavy
burden
,
she
looked
wistfully
after
Mary
,
and
whispered
,
"
You
have
n't
told
me
what
it
is
.
What
is
it
?
"
And
gazing
in
her
face
for
the
expected
answer
,
her
eye-lids
slowly
closed
,
and
she
fell
into
a
deep
,
heavy
sleep
,
almost
as
profound
a
rest
as
death
.
Mrs.
Davenport
went
her
way
,
and
Mary
was
alone
,
—
for
I
cannot
call
those
who
sleep
allies
against
the
agony
of
thought
which
solitude
sometimes
brings
up
.
She
dreaded
the
night
before
her
.
Alice
might
die
;
the
doctor
had
that
day
declared
her
case
hopeless
,
and
not
far
from
death
;
and
at
times
the
terror
,
so
natural
to
the
young
,
not
of
death
,
but
of
the
remains
of
the
dead
,
came
over
Mary
;
and
she
bent
and
listened
anxiously
for
the
long-drawn
,
pausing
breath
of
the
sleeping
Alice
.
Or
Mrs.
Wilson
might
awake
in
a
state
which
Mary
dreaded
to
anticipate
,
and
anticipated
while
she
dreaded
;
—
in
a
state
of
complete
delirium
.
Already
her
senses
had
been
severely
stunned
by
the
full
explanation
of
what
was
required
of
her
,
—
of
what
she
had
to
prove
against
her
son
,
her
Jem
,
her
only
child
,
—
which
Mary
could
not
doubt
the
officious
Mrs.
Heming
had
given
;
and
what
if
in
dreams
(
that
land
into
which
no
sympathy
or
love
can
penetrate
with
another
,
either
to
share
its
bliss
or
its
agony
,
—
that
land
whose
scenes
are
unspeakable
terrors
,
are
hidden
mysteries
,
are
priceless
treasures
to
one
alone
,
—
that
land
where
alone
I
may
see
,
while
yet
I
tarry
here
,
the
sweet
looks
of
my
dead
child
)
,
—
what
if
,
in
the
horrors
of
her
dreams
,
her
brain
should
go
still
more
astray
,
and
she
should
waken
crazy
with
her
visions
,
and
the
terrible
reality
that
begot
them
?
How
much
worse
is
anticipation
sometimes
than
reality
!
How
Mary
dreaded
that
night
,
and
how
calmly
it
passed
by
!
Even
more
so
than
if
Mary
had
not
had
such
claims
upon
her
care
!
Anxiety
about
them
deadened
her
own
peculiar
anxieties
.
She
thought
of
the
sleepers
whom
she
was
watching
,
till
overpowered
herself
by
the
want
of
rest
,
she
fell
off
into
short
slumbers
in
which
the
night
wore
imperceptibly
away
.
To
be
sure
Alice
spoke
,
and
sang
,
during
her
waking
moments
,
like
the
child
she
deemed
herself
;
but
so
happily
with
the
dearly-loved
ones
around
her
,
with
the
scent
of
the
heather
,
and
the
song
of
the
wild
bird
hovering
about
her
in
imagination
—
with
old
scraps
of
ballads
,
or
old
snatches
of
primitive
versions
of
the
Psalms
(
such
as
are
sung
in
country
churches
half
draperied
over
with
ivy
,
and
where
the
running
brook
,
or
the
murmuring
wind
among
the
trees
makes
fit
accompaniment
to
the
chorus
of
human
voices
uttering
praise
and
thanksgiving
to
their
God
)
—
that
the
speech
and
the
song
gave
comfort
and
good
cheer
to
the
listener
's
heart
,
and
the
gray
dawn
began
to
dim
the
light
of
the
rush-candle
,
before
Mary
thought
it
possible
that
day
was
already
trembling
on
the
horizon
.
Then
she
got
up
from
the
chair
where
she
had
been
dozing
,
and
went
,
half-asleep
,
to
the
window
to
assure
herself
that
morning
was
at
hand
.
The
streets
were
unusually
quiet
with
a
Sabbath
stillness
.
No
factory
bells
that
morning
;
no
early
workmen
going
to
their
labours
;
no
slip-shod
girls
cleaning
the
windows
of
the
little
shops
which
broke
the
monotony
of
the
street
;
instead
,
you
might
see
here
and
there
some
operative
sallying
forth
for
a
breath
of
country
air
,
or
some
father
leading
out
his
wee
toddling
bairns
for
the
unwonted
pleasure
of
a
walk
with
"
Daddy
,
"
in
the
clear
frosty
morning
.
Men
with
more
leisure
on
week-days
would
perhaps
have
walked
quicker
than
they
did
through
the
fresh
sharp
air
of
this
Sunday
morning
;
but
to
them
there
was
a
pleasure
,
an
absolute
refreshment
in
the
dawdling
gait
they
,
one
and
all
of
them
,
had
.
To
be
sure
,
there
were
one
or
two
passengers
on
that
morning
whose
objects
were
less
innocent
and
less
praiseworthy
than
those
of
the
people
I
have
already
mentioned
,
and
whose
animal
state
of
mind
and
body
clashed
jarringly
on
the
peacefulness
of
the
day
;
but
upon
them
I
will
not
dwell
:
as
you
and
I
,
and
almost
every
one
,
I
think
,
may
send
up
our
individual
cry
of
self-reproach
that
we
have
not
done
all
that
we
could
for
the
stray
and
wandering
ones
of
our
brethren
.
When
Mary
turned
from
the
window
,
she
went
to
the
bed
of
each
sleeper
,
to
look
and
listen
.
Alice
looked
perfectly
quiet
and
happy
in
her
slumber
,
and
her
face
seemed
to
have
become
much
more
youthful
during
her
painless
approach
to
death
.
Mrs.
Wilson
's
countenance
was
stamped
with
the
anxiety
of
the
last
few
days
,
although
she
,
too
,
appeared
sleeping
soundly
;
but
as
Mary
gazed
on
her
,
trying
to
trace
a
likeness
to
her
son
in
her
face
,
she
awoke
and
looked
up
into
Mary
's
eyes
,
while
the
expression
of
consciousness
came
back
into
her
own
.
Both
were
silent
for
a
minute
or
two
.
Mary
's
eyes
had
fallen
beneath
that
penetrating
gaze
,
in
which
the
agony
of
memory
seemed
every
moment
to
find
fuller
vent
.
"
Is
it
a
dream
?
"
the
mother
asked
at
last
in
a
low
voice
.
"
No
!
"
replied
Mary
,
in
the
same
tone
.
Mrs.
Wilson
hid
her
face
in
the
pillow
.
She
was
fully
conscious
of
every
thing
this
morning
;
it
was
evident
that
the
stunning
effect
of
the
subpœna
,
which
had
affected
her
so
much
last
night
in
her
weak
,
worn-out
state
,
had
passed
away
.
Mary
offered
no
opposition
when
she
indicated
by
languid
gesture
and
action
that
she
wished
to
rise
.
A
sleepless
bed
is
a
haunted
place
.
When
she
was
dressed
with
Mary
's
help
,
she
stood
by
Alice
for
a
minute
or
two
,
looking
at
the
slumberer
.
"
How
happy
she
is
!
"
said
she
,
quietly
and
sadly
.
All
the
time
that
Mary
was
getting
breakfast
ready
,
and
performing
every
other
little
domestic
office
she
could
think
of
,
to
add
to
the
comfort
of
Jem
's
mother
,
Mrs.
Wilson
sat
still
in
the
arm-chair
,
watching
her
silently
.
Her
old
irritation
of
temper
and
manner
seemed
to
have
suddenly
disappeared
,
or
perhaps
she
was
too
depressed
in
body
and
mind
to
show
it
.
Mary
told
her
all
that
had
been
done
with
regard
to
Mr.
Bridgenorth
;
all
her
own
plans
for
seeking
out
Will
;
all
her
hopes
;
and
concealed
as
well
as
she
could
all
the
doubts
and
fears
that
would
arise
unbidden
.
To
this
Mrs.
Wilson
listened
without
much
remark
,
but
with
deep
interest
and
perfect
comprehension
.
When
Mary
ceased
she
sighed
and
said
,
"
Oh
wench
!
I
am
his
mother
,
and
yet
I
do
so
little
,
I
can
do
so
little
!
That
's
what
frets
me
!
I
seem
like
a
child
as
sees
its
mammy
ill
,
and
moans
and
cries
its
little
heart
out
,
yet
does
nought
to
help
.
I
think
my
sense
has
left
me
all
at
once
,
and
I
ca
n't
even
find
strength
to
cry
like
the
little
child
.
"
Hereupon
she
broke
into
a
feeble
wail
of
self-reproach
,
that
her
outward
show
of
misery
was
not
greater
;
as
if
any
cries
,
or
tears
,
or
loud-spoken
words
could
have
told
of
such
pangs
at
the
heart
as
that
look
,
and
that
thin
,
piping
,
altered
voice
!
But
think
of
Mary
and
what
she
was
enduring
!
Picture
to
yourself
(
for
I
cannot
tell
you
)
the
armies
of
thoughts
that
met
and
clashed
in
her
brain
;
and
then
imagine
the
effort
it
cost
her
to
be
calm
,
and
quiet
,
and
even
,
in
a
faint
way
,
cheerful
and
smiling
at
times
.
After
a
while
she
began
to
stir
about
in
her
own
mind
for
some
means
of
sparing
the
poor
mother
the
trial
of
appearing
as
a
witness
in
the
matter
of
the
gun
.
She
had
made
no
allusion
to
her
summons
this
morning
,
and
Mary
almost
thought
she
must
have
forgotten
it
;
and
surely
some
means
might
be
found
to
prevent
that
additional
sorrow
.
She
must
see
Job
about
it
;
nay
,
if
necessary
,
she
must
see
Mr.
Bridgenorth
,
with
all
his
truth-compelling
powers
;
for
,
indeed
,
she
had
so
struggled
and
triumphed
(
though
a
sadly-bleeding
victor
at
heart
)
over
herself
these
two
last
days
,
had
so
concealed
agony
,
and
hidden
her
inward
woe
and
bewilderment
,
that
she
began
to
take
confidence
,
and
to
have
faith
in
her
own
powers
of
meeting
any
one
with
a
passably
fair
show
,
whatever
might
be
rending
her
life
beneath
the
cloak
of
her
deception
.
Accordingly
,
as
soon
as
Mrs.
Davenport
came
in
after
morning
church
,
to
ask
after
the
two
lone
women
,
and
she
had
heard
the
report
Mary
had
to
give
(
so
much
better
as
regarded
Mrs.
Wilson
than
what
they
had
feared
the
night
before
it
would
have
been
)
—
as
soon
as
this
kind-hearted
,
grateful
woman
came
in
,
Mary
,
telling
her
her
purpose
,
went
off
to
fetch
the
doctor
who
attended
Alice
.
He
was
shaking
himself
after
his
morning
's
round
,
and
happy
in
the
anticipation
of
his
Sunday
's
dinner
;
but
he
was
a
good-tempered
man
,
who
found
it
difficult
to
keep
down
his
jovial
easiness
even
by
the
bed
of
sickness
or
death
.
He
had
mischosen
his
profession
;
for
it
was
his
delight
to
see
every
one
around
him
in
full
enjoyment
of
life
.
However
,
he
subdued
his
face
to
the
proper
expression
of
sympathy
,
befitting
a
doctor
listening
to
a
patient
,
or
a
patient
's
friend
(
and
Mary
's
sad
,
pale
,
anxious
face
might
be
taken
for
either
the
one
or
the
other
)
.
"
Well
,
my
girl
!
and
what
brings
you
here
?
"
said
he
,
as
he
entered
his
surgery
.
"
Not
on
your
own
account
,
I
hope
.
"
"
I
wanted
you
to
come
and
see
Alice
Wilson
,
—
and
then
I
thought
you
would
may
be
take
a
look
at
Mrs.
Wilson
.
"
He
bustled
on
his
hat
and
coat
,
and
followed
Mary
instantly
.
After
shaking
his
head
over
Alice
(
as
if
it
was
a
mournful
thing
for
one
so
pure
and
good
,
so
true
,
although
so
humble
a
Christian
,
to
be
nearing
her
desired
haven
)
,
and
muttering
the
accustomed
words
intended
to
destroy
hope
,
and
prepare
anticipation
,
he
went
in
compliance
with
Mary
's
look
to
ask
the
usual
questions
of
Mrs.
Wilson
,
who
sat
passively
in
her
arm-chair
.
She
answered
his
questions
,
and
submitted
to
his
examination
.
"
How
do
you
think
her
?
"
asked
Mary
,
eagerly
.
"
Why
—
a
,
"
began
he
,
perceiving
that
he
was
desired
to
take
one
side
in
his
answer
,
and
unable
to
find
out
whether
his
listener
was
anxious
for
a
favourable
verdict
or
otherwise
;
but
thinking
it
most
probable
that
she
would
desire
the
former
,
he
continued
,
"
She
is
weak
,
certainly
;
the
natural
result
of
such
a
shock
as
the
arrest
of
her
son
would
be
,
—
for
I
understand
this
James
Wilson
,
who
murdered
Mr.
Carson
,
was
her
son
.
Sad
thing
to
have
such
a
reprobate
in
the
family
.
"
"
You
say
'
who
murdered
,
'
sir
!
"
said
Mary
,
indignantly
.
"
He
is
only
taken
up
on
suspicion
,
and
many
have
no
doubt
of
his
innocence
—
those
who
know
him
,
sir
.
"
"
Ah
,
well
,
well
!
doctors
have
seldom
time
to
read
newspapers
,
and
I
dare
say
I
'm
not
very
correct
in
my
story
.
I
dare
say
he
's
innocent
;
I
'm
sure
I
had
no
right
to
say
otherwise
,
—
only
words
slip
out
.
—
No
!
indeed
,
young
woman
,
I
see
no
cause
for
apprehension
about
this
poor
creature
in
the
next
room
;
—
weak
—
certainly
;
but
a
day
or
two
's
good
nursing
will
set
her
up
,
and
I
'm
sure
you
're
a
good
nurse
,
my
dear
,
from
your
pretty
,
kind-hearted
face
,
—
I
'll
send
a
couple
of
pills
and
a
draught
,
but
do
n't
alarm
yourself
,
—
there
's
no
occasion
,
I
assure
you
.
"
"
But
you
do
n't
think
her
fit
to
go
to
Liverpool
?
"
asked
Mary
,
still
in
the
anxious
tone
of
one
who
wishes
earnestly
for
some
particular
decision
.
"
To
Liverpool
—
yes
,
"
replied
he
.
"
A
short
journey
like
that
could
not
fatigue
,
and
might
distract
her
thoughts
.
Let
her
go
by
all
means
,
—
it
would
be
the
very
thing
for
her
.
"
"
Oh
,
sir
!
"
burst
out
Mary
,
almost
sobbing
;
"
I
did
so
hope
you
would
say
she
was
too
ill
to
go
.
"
"
Whew
—
"
said
he
,
with
a
prolonged
whistle
,
trying
to
understand
the
case
,
but
being
,
as
he
said
,
no
reader
of
newspapers
,
utterly
unaware
of
the
peculiar
reasons
there
might
be
for
so
apparently
unfeeling
a
wish
,
—
"
Why
did
you
not
tell
me
so
sooner
?
It
might
certainly
do
her
harm
in
her
weak
state
;
there
is
always
some
risk
attending
journeys
—
draughts
,
and
what
not
.
To
her
,
they
might
prove
very
injurious
,
—
very
.
I
disapprove
of
journeys
,
or
excitement
,
in
all
cases
where
the
patient
is
in
the
low
,
fluttered
state
in
which
Mrs.
Wilson
is
.
If
you
take
my
advice
,
you
will
certainly
put
a
stop
to
all
thoughts
of
going
to
Liverpool
.
"
He
really
had
completely
changed
his
opinion
,
though
quite
unconsciously
;
so
desirous
was
he
to
comply
with
the
wishes
of
others
.
"
Oh
,
sir
,
thank
you
!
And
will
you
give
me
a
certificate
of
her
being
unable
to
go
,
if
the
lawyer
says
we
must
have
one
?
The
lawyer
,
you
know
,
"
continued
she
,
seeing
him
look
puzzled
,
"
who
is
to
defend
Jem
,
—
it
was
as
a
witness
against
him
—
"
"
My
dear
girl
!
"
said
he
,
almost
angrily
,
"
why
did
you
not
state
the
case
fully
at
first
?
one
minute
would
have
done
it
,
—
and
my
dinner
waiting
all
this
time
.
To
be
sure
she
ca
n't
go
,
—
it
would
be
madness
to
think
of
it
;
if
her
evidence
could
have
done
good
,
it
would
have
been
a
different
thing
.
Come
to
me
for
the
certificate
any
time
;
that
is
to
say
,
if
the
lawyer
advises
you
.
I
second
the
lawyer
;
take
counsel
with
both
the
learned
professions
—
ha
,
ha
,
ha
,
—
"
And
laughing
at
his
own
joke
,
he
departed
,
leaving
Mary
accusing
herself
of
stupidity
in
having
imagined
that
every
one
was
as
well
acquainted
with
the
facts
concerning
the
trial
as
she
was
herself
;
for
indeed
she
had
never
doubted
that
the
doctor
would
have
been
aware
of
the
purpose
of
poor
Mrs.
Wilson
's
journey
to
Liverpool
.
Presently
she
went
to
Job
(
the
ever-ready
Mrs.
Davenport
keeping
watch
over
the
two
old
women
)
,
and
told
him
her
fears
,
her
plans
,
and
her
proceedings
.
To
her
surprise
he
shook
his
head
doubtfully
.
"
It
may
have
an
awkward
look
,
if
we
keep
her
back
.
Lawyers
is
up
to
tricks
.
"
"
But
it
's
no
trick
,
"
said
Mary
.
"
She
is
so
poorly
,
she
was
last
night
,
at
least
;
and
to-day
she
's
so
faded
and
weak
.
"
"
Poor
soul
!
I
dare
say
.
I
only
mean
for
Jem
's
sake
;
as
so
much
is
known
,
it
wo
n't
do
now
to
hang
back
.
But
I
'll
ask
Mr.
Bridgenorth
.
I
'll
e'en
take
your
doctor
's
advice
.
Yo
tarry
at
home
,
and
I
'll
come
to
yo
in
an
hour
's
time
.
Go
thy
ways
,
wench
.
"
CHAPTER
XXV
.
MRS.
WILSON
'S
DETERMINATION
.
"
Something
there
was
,
what
,
none
presumed
to
say
,
Clouds
lightly
passing
on
a
smiling
day
,
—
Whispers
and
hints
which
went
from
ear
to
ear
,
And
mixed
reports
no
judge
on
earth
could
clear
.
"
Crabbe
.
"
Curious
conjectures
he
may
always
make
,
And
either
side
of
dubious
questions
take
.
"
Ib
.
Mary
went
home
.
Oh
!
how
her
head
did
ache
,
and
how
dizzy
her
brain
was
growing
!
But
there
would
be
time
enough
she
felt
for
giving
way
,
hereafter
.
So
she
sat
quiet
and
still
by
an
effort
;
sitting
near
the
window
,
and
looking
out
of
it
,
but
seeing
nothing
,
when
all
at
once
she
caught
sight
of
something
which
roused
her
up
,
and
made
her
draw
back
.
But
it
was
too
late
.
She
had
been
seen
.
Sally
Leadbitter
flaunted
into
the
little
dingy
room
,
making
it
gaudy
with
the
Sunday
excess
of
colouring
in
her
dress
.
She
was
really
curious
to
see
Mary
;
her
connexion
with
a
murderer
seemed
to
have
made
her
into
a
sort
of
lusus
naturæ
,
and
was
almost
,
by
some
,
expected
to
have
made
a
change
in
her
personal
appearance
,
so
earnestly
did
they
stare
at
her
.
But
Mary
had
been
too
much
absorbed
this
last
day
or
two
to
notice
this
.
Now
Sally
had
a
grand
view
,
and
looked
her
over
and
over
(
a
very
different
thing
from
looking
her
through
and
through
)
,
and
almost
learnt
her
off
by
heart
;
—
"
her
every-day
gown
(
Hoyle
's
print
you
know
,
that
lilac
thing
with
the
high
body
)
she
was
so
fond
of
;
a
little
black
silk
handkerchief
just
knotted
round
her
neck
,
like
a
boy
;
her
hair
all
taken
back
from
her
face
,
as
if
she
wanted
to
keep
her
head
cool
—
she
would
always
keep
that
hair
of
hers
so
long
;
and
her
hands
twitching
continually
about
.
"
Such
particulars
would
make
Sally
into
a
Gazette
Extraordinary
the
next
morning
at
the
work-room
,
and
were
worth
coming
for
,
even
if
little
else
could
be
extracted
from
Mary
.
"
Why
,
Mary
!
"
she
began
.
"
Where
have
you
hidden
yourself
?
You
never
showed
your
face
all
yesterday
at
Miss
Simmonds
'
.
You
do
n't
fancy
we
think
any
the
worse
of
you
for
what
's
come
and
gone
.
Some
on
us
,
indeed
,
were
a
bit
sorry
for
the
poor
young
man
,
as
lies
stiff
and
cold
for
your
sake
,
Mary
;
but
we
shall
ne'er
cast
it
up
against
you
.
Miss
Simmonds
,
too
,
will
be
mighty
put
out
if
you
do
n't
come
,
for
there
's
a
deal
of
mourning
,
agait
.
"
"
I
ca
n't
,
"
Mary
said
,
in
a
low
voice
.
"
I
do
n't
mean
ever
to
come
again
.
"
"
Why
,
Mary
!
"
said
Sally
,
in
unfeigned
surprise
.
"
To
be
sure
you
'll
have
to
be
in
Liverpool
,
Tuesday
,
and
may
be
Wednesday
;
but
after
that
you
'll
surely
come
,
and
tell
us
all
about
it
.
Miss
Simmonds
knows
you
'll
have
to
be
off
those
two
days
.
But
between
you
and
me
,
she
's
a
bit
of
a
gossip
,
and
will
like
hearing
all
how
and
about
the
trial
,
well
enough
to
let
you
off
very
easy
for
your
being
absent
a
day
or
two
.
Besides
,
Betsy
Morgan
was
saying
yesterday
,
she
should
n't
wonder
but
you
'd
prove
quite
an
attraction
to
customers
.
Many
a
one
would
come
and
have
their
gowns
made
by
Miss
Simmonds
just
to
catch
a
glimpse
at
you
,
at
after
the
trial
's
over
.
Really
,
Mary
,
you
'll
turn
out
quite
a
heroine
.
"
The
little
fingers
twitched
worse
than
ever
;
the
large
soft
eyes
looked
up
pleadingly
into
Sally
's
face
;
but
she
went
on
in
the
same
strain
,
not
from
any
unkind
or
cruel
feeling
towards
Mary
,
but
solely
because
she
was
incapable
of
comprehending
her
suffering
.
She
had
been
shocked
,
of
course
,
at
Mr.
Carson
's
death
,
though
at
the
same
time
the
excitement
was
rather
pleasant
than
otherwise
;
and
dearly
now
would
she
have
enjoyed
the
conspicuous
notice
which
Mary
was
sure
to
receive
.
"
How
shall
you
like
being
cross-examined
,
Mary
?
"
"
Not
at
all
,
"
answered
Mary
,
when
she
found
she
must
answer
.
"
La
!
what
impudent
fellows
those
lawyers
are
!
And
their
clerks
,
too
,
not
a
bit
better
.
I
should
n't
wonder
"
(
in
a
comforting
tone
,
and
really
believing
she
was
giving
comfort
)
"
if
you
picked
up
a
new
sweetheart
in
Liverpool
.
What
gown
are
you
going
in
,
Mary
?
"
"
Oh
,
I
do
n't
know
and
do
n't
care
,
"
exclaimed
Mary
,
sick
and
weary
of
her
visitor
.
"
Well
,
then
!
take
my
advice
,
and
go
in
that
blue
merino
.
It
's
old
to
be
sure
,
and
a
bit
worn
at
elbows
,
but
folk
wo
n't
notice
that
,
and
th
'
colour
suits
you
.
Now
mind
,
Mary
.
And
I
'll
lend
you
my
black
watered
scarf
,
"
added
she
,
really
good-naturedly
,
according
to
her
sense
of
things
,
and
withal
,
a
little
bit
pleased
at
the
idea
of
her
pet
article
of
dress
figuring
away
on
the
person
of
a
witness
at
a
trial
for
murder
.
"
I
'll
bring
it
to-morrow
before
you
start
.
"
"
No
,
do
n't
!
"
said
Mary
;
"
thank
you
,
but
I
do
n't
want
it
.
"
"
Why
,
what
can
you
wear
?
I
know
all
your
clothes
as
well
as
I
do
my
own
,
and
what
is
there
you
can
wear
?
Not
your
old
plaid
shawl
,
I
do
hope
?
You
would
not
fancy
this
I
have
on
,
more
nor
the
scarf
,
would
you
?
"
said
she
,
brightening
up
at
the
thought
,
and
willing
to
lend
it
,
or
any
thing
else
.
"
Oh
Sally
!
do
n't
go
on
talking
a-that-ns
;
how
can
I
think
on
dress
at
such
a
time
?
When
it
's
a
matter
of
life
and
death
to
Jem
?
"
"
Bless
the
girl
!
It
's
Jem
,
is
it
?
Well
now
,
I
thought
there
was
some
sweetheart
in
the
back-ground
,
when
you
flew
off
so
with
Mr.
Carson
.
Then
what
in
the
name
of
goodness
made
him
shoot
Mr.
Harry
?
After
you
had
given
up
going
with
him
,
I
mean
?
Was
he
afraid
you
'd
be
on
again
?
"
"
How
dare
you
say
he
shot
Mr.
Harry
?
"
asked
Mary
,
firing
up
from
the
state
of
languid
indifference
into
which
she
had
sunk
while
Sally
had
been
settling
about
her
dress
.
"
But
it
's
no
matter
what
you
think
as
did
not
know
him
.
What
grieves
me
is
,
that
people
should
go
on
thinking
him
guilty
as
did
know
him
,
"
she
said
,
sinking
back
into
her
former
depressed
tone
and
manner
.
"
And
do
n't
you
think
he
did
it
?
"
asked
Sally
.
Mary
paused
;
she
was
going
on
too
fast
with
one
so
curious
and
so
unscrupulous
.
Besides
she
remembered
how
even
she
herself
had
,
at
first
,
believed
him
guilty
;
and
she
felt
it
was
not
for
her
to
cast
stones
at
those
who
,
on
similar
evidence
,
inclined
to
the
same
belief
.
None
had
given
him
much
benefit
of
a
doubt
.
None
had
faith
in
his
innocence
.
None
but
his
mother
;
and
there
the
heart
loved
more
than
the
head
reasoned
,
and
her
yearning
affection
had
never
for
an
instant
entertained
the
idea
that
her
Jem
was
a
murderer
.
But
Mary
disliked
the
whole
conversation
;
the
subject
,
the
manner
in
which
it
was
treated
,
were
all
painful
,
and
she
had
a
repugnance
to
the
person
with
whom
she
spoke
.
She
was
thankful
,
therefore
,
when
Job
Legh
's
voice
was
heard
at
the
door
,
as
he
stood
with
the
latch
in
his
hand
,
talking
to
a
neighbour
,
and
when
Sally
jumped
up
in
vexation
and
said
,
"
There
's
that
old
fogey
coming
in
here
,
as
I
'm
alive
!
Did
your
father
set
him
to
look
after
you
while
he
was
away
?
or
what
brings
the
old
chap
here
?
However
,
I
'm
off
;
I
never
could
abide
either
him
or
his
prim
grand-daughter
.
Goodbye
,
Mary
.
"
So
far
in
a
whisper
,
then
louder
,
"
If
you
think
better
of
my
offer
about
the
scarf
,
Mary
,
just
step
in
to-morrow
before
nine
,
and
you
're
quite
welcome
to
it
.
"
She
and
Job
passed
each
other
at
the
door
,
with
mutual
looks
of
dislike
,
which
neither
took
any
pains
to
conceal
.
"
Yon
's
a
bold
,
bad
girl
,
"
said
Job
to
Mary
.
"
She
's
very
good-natured
,
"
replied
Mary
,
too
honourable
to
abuse
a
visitor
who
had
only
that
instant
crossed
her
threshold
,
and
gladly
dwelling
on
the
good
quality
most
apparent
in
Sally
's
character
.
"
Ay
,
ay
!
good-natured
,
generous
,
jolly
,
full
of
fun
;
there
are
a
number
of
other
names
for
the
good
qualities
the
devil
leaves
his
childer
,
as
baits
to
catch
gudgeons
with
.
D'ye
think
folk
could
be
led
astray
by
one
who
was
every
way
bad
?
Howe'er
,
that
's
not
what
I
came
to
talk
about
.
I
've
seen
Mr.
Bridgenorth
,
and
he
is
in
a
manner
of
the
same
mind
as
me
;
he
thinks
it
would
have
an
awkward
look
,
and
might
tell
against
the
poor
lad
on
his
trial
;
still
if
she
's
ill
she
's
ill
,
and
it
ca
n't
be
helped
.
"
"
I
do
n't
know
if
she
's
so
bad
as
all
that
,
"
said
Mary
,
who
began
to
dread
her
part
in
doing
any
thing
which
might
tell
against
her
poor
lover
.
"
Will
you
come
and
see
her
,
Job
?
The
doctor
seemed
to
say
as
I
liked
,
not
as
he
thought
.
"
"
That
's
because
he
had
no
great
thought
on
the
subject
,
either
one
way
or
t'other
,
"
replied
Job
,
whose
contempt
for
medical
men
pretty
nearly
equalled
his
respect
for
lawyers
.
"
But
I
'll
go
and
welcome
.
I
han
not
seen
th
'
oud
ladies
since
their
sorrows
,
and
it
's
but
manners
to
go
and
ax
after
them
.
Come
along
.
"
The
room
at
Mrs.
Wilson
's
had
that
still
,
changeless
look
you
must
have
often
observed
in
the
house
of
sickness
or
mourning
.
No
particular
employment
going
on
;
people
watching
and
waiting
rather
than
acting
,
unless
in
the
more
sudden
and
violent
attacks
;
what
little
movement
is
going
on
,
so
noiseless
and
hushed
;
the
furniture
all
arranged
and
stationary
,
with
a
view
to
the
comfort
of
the
afflicted
;
the
window-blinds
drawn
down
to
keep
out
the
disturbing
variety
of
a
sun-beam
;
the
same
saddened
,
serious
look
on
the
faces
of
the
in-dwellers
;
you
fall
back
into
the
same
train
of
thought
with
all
these
associations
,
and
forget
the
street
,
the
outer
world
,
in
the
contemplation
of
the
one
stationary
,
absorbing
interest
within
.
Mrs.
Wilson
sat
quietly
in
her
chair
,
with
just
the
same
look
Mary
had
left
on
her
face
;
Mrs.
Davenport
went
about
with
creaking
shoes
,
which
made
all
the
more
noise
from
her
careful
and
lengthened
tread
,
annoying
the
ears
of
those
who
were
well
,
in
this
instance
,
far
more
than
the
dulled
senses
of
the
sick
and
the
sorrowful
.
Alice
's
voice
still
was
going
on
cheerfully
in
the
upper
room
with
incessant
talking
and
little
laughs
to
herself
,
or
perhaps
in
sympathy
with
her
unseen
companions
;
"
unseen
,
"
I
say
,
in
preference
to
"
fancied
,
"
for
who
knows
whether
God
does
not
permit
the
forms
of
those
who
were
dearest
when
living
,
to
hover
round
the
bed
of
the
dying
?
Job
spoke
,
and
Mrs.
Wilson
answered
.
So
quietly
,
that
it
was
unnatural
under
the
circumstances
.
It
made
a
deeper
impression
on
the
old
man
than
any
token
of
mere
bodily
illness
could
have
done
.
If
she
had
raved
in
delirium
,
or
moaned
in
fever
,
he
could
have
spoken
after
his
wont
,
and
given
his
opinion
,
his
advice
,
and
his
consolation
;
now
he
was
awed
into
silence
.
At
length
he
pulled
Mary
aside
into
a
corner
of
the
house-place
where
Mrs.
Wilson
was
sitting
,
and
began
to
talk
to
her
.
"
Yo
're
right
,
Mary
!
She
's
no
ways
fit
to
go
to
Liverpool
,
poor
soul
.
Now
I
've
seen
her
,
I
only
wonder
the
doctor
could
ha
'
been
unsettled
in
his
mind
at
th
'
first
.
Choose
how
it
goes
wi
'
poor
Jem
,
she
cannot
go
.
One
way
or
another
it
will
soon
be
over
,
and
best
to
leave
her
in
the
state
she
is
till
then
.
"
"
I
was
sure
you
would
think
so
,
"
said
Mary
.
But
they
were
reckoning
without
their
host
.
They
esteemed
her
senses
gone
,
while
,
in
fact
,
they
were
only
inert
,
and
could
not
convey
impressions
rapidly
to
the
over-burdened
,
troubled
brain
.
They
had
not
noticed
that
her
eyes
had
followed
them
(
mechanically
it
seemed
at
first
)
as
they
had
moved
away
to
the
corner
of
the
room
;
that
her
face
,
hitherto
so
changeless
,
had
begun
to
work
with
one
or
two
of
the
old
symptoms
of
impatience
.
But
when
they
were
silent
she
stood
up
,
and
startled
them
almost
as
if
a
dead
person
had
spoken
,
by
saying
clearly
and
decidedly
—
"
I
go
to
Liverpool
.
I
hear
you
and
your
plans
;
and
I
tell
you
I
shall
go
to
Liverpool
.
If
my
words
are
to
kill
my
son
,
they
have
already
gone
forth
out
of
my
mouth
,
and
nought
can
bring
them
back
.
But
I
will
have
faith
.
Alice
(
up
above
)
has
often
telled
me
I
wanted
faith
,
and
now
I
will
have
it
.
They
cannot
—
they
will
not
kill
my
child
,
my
only
child
.
I
will
not
be
afeared
.
Yet
,
oh
!
I
am
so
sick
with
terror
.
But
if
he
is
to
die
,
think
ye
not
that
I
will
see
him
again
;
ay
!
see
him
at
his
trial
?
When
all
are
hating
him
,
he
shall
have
his
poor
mother
near
him
,
to
give
him
all
the
comfort
,
eyes
,
and
looks
,
and
tears
,
and
a
heart
that
is
dead
to
all
but
him
,
can
give
;
his
poor
