on,
but
Jem
stood
in
a
determined
way
before
him
,
saying
,
"
You
say
if
I
had
been
her
brother
,
or
her
father
,
you
'd
have
answered
me
what
I
ask
.
Now
,
neither
father
nor
brother
could
love
her
as
I
have
loved
her
,
ay
,
and
as
I
love
her
still
;
if
love
gives
a
right
to
satisfaction
,
it
's
next
to
impossible
any
one
breathing
can
come
up
to
my
right
.
Now
,
sir
,
tell
me
!
do
you
mean
fair
by
Mary
or
not
?
I
've
proved
my
claim
to
know
,
and
,
by
G
—
—
,
I
will
know
.
"
"
Come
,
come
,
no
impudence
,
"
replied
Mr.
Carson
,
who
,
having
discovered
what
he
wanted
to
know
(
namely
,
that
Jem
was
a
lover
of
Mary
's
,
and
that
she
was
not
encouraging
his
suit
)
,
wished
to
pass
on
.
"
Father
,
brother
,
or
rejected
lover
"
(
with
an
emphasis
on
the
word
rejected
)
,
"
no
one
has
a
right
to
interfere
between
my
little
girl
and
me
.
No
one
shall
.
Confound
you
,
man
!
get
out
of
my
way
,
or
I
'll
make
you
,
"
as
Jem
still
obstructed
his
path
with
dogged
determination
.
"
I
wo
n't
,
then
,
till
you
've
given
me
your
word
about
Mary
,
"
replied
the
mechanic
,
grinding
his
words
out
between
his
teeth
,
and
the
livid
paleness
of
the
anger
he
could
no
longer
keep
down
covering
his
face
till
he
looked
ghastly
.
"
Wo
n't
you
?
"
(
with
a
taunting
laugh
)
,
"
then
I
'll
make
you
.
"
The
young
man
raised
his
slight
cane
,
and
smote
the
artisan
across
the
face
with
a
stinging
stroke
.
An
instant
afterwards
he
lay
stretched
in
the
muddy
road
,
Jem
standing
over
him
,
panting
with
rage
.
What
he
would
have
done
next
in
his
moment
of
ungovernable
passion
,
no
one
knows
;
but
a
policeman
from
the
main
street
,
into
which
this
road
led
,
had
been
sauntering
about
for
some
time
,
unobserved
by
either
of
the
parties
,
and
expecting
some
kind
of
conclusion
like
the
present
to
the
violent
discussion
going
on
between
the
two
young
men
.
In
a
minute
he
had
pinioned
Jem
,
who
sullenly
yielded
to
the
surprise
.
Mr.
Carson
was
on
his
feet
directly
,
his
face
glowing
with
rage
or
shame
.
"
Shall
I
take
him
to
the
lock-ups
for
assault
,
sir
?
"
said
the
policeman
.
"
No
,
no
,
"
exclaimed
Mr.
Carson
;
"
I
struck
him
first
.
It
was
no
assault
on
his
side
;
though
,
"
he
continued
,
hissing
out
his
words
to
Jem
,
who
even
hated
freedom
procured
for
him
,
however
justly
,
at
the
intervention
of
his
rival
,
"
I
will
never
forgive
or
forget
your
insult
.
Trust
me
,
"
he
gasped
the
words
in
excess
of
passion
,
"
Mary
shall
fare
no
better
for
your
insolent
interference
.
"
He
laughed
,
as
if
with
the
consciousness
of
power
.
Jem
replied
with
equal
excitement
—
"
And
if
you
dare
to
injure
her
in
the
least
,
I
will
await
you
where
no
policeman
can
step
in
between
.
And
God
shall
judge
between
us
two
.
"
The
policeman
now
interfered
with
persuasions
and
warnings
.
He
locked
his
arm
in
Jem
's
to
lead
him
away
in
an
opposite
direction
to
that
in
which
he
saw
Mr.
Carson
was
going
.
Jem
submitted
gloomily
,
for
a
few
steps
,
then
wrenched
himself
free
.
The
policeman
shouted
after
him
,
"
Take
care
,
my
man
!
there
's
no
girl
on
earth
worth
what
you
'll
be
bringing
on
yourself
if
you
do
n't
mind
.
"
But
Jem
was
out
of
hearing
.
CHAPTER
XVI
.
MEETING
BETWEEN
MASTERS
AND
WORKMEN
.
"
Not
for
a
moment
take
the
scorner
's
chair
;
While
seated
there
,
thou
know'st
not
how
a
word
,
A
tone
,
a
look
,
may
gall
thy
brother
's
heart
,
And
make
him
turn
in
bitterness
against
thee
.
"
"
Love-Truths
.
"
The
day
arrived
on
which
the
masters
were
to
have
an
interview
with
a
deputation
of
the
work-people
.
The
meeting
was
to
take
place
in
a
public
room
,
at
an
hotel
;
and
there
,
about
eleven
o'clock
,
the
mill-owners
,
who
had
received
the
foreign
orders
,
began
to
collect
.
Of
course
,
the
first
subject
,
however
full
their
minds
might
be
of
another
,
was
the
weather
.
Having
done
their
duty
by
all
the
showers
and
sunshine
which
had
occurred
during
the
past
week
,
they
fell
to
talking
about
the
business
which
brought
them
together
.
There
might
be
about
twenty
gentlemen
in
the
room
,
including
some
by
courtesy
,
who
were
not
immediately
concerned
in
the
settlement
of
the
present
question
;
but
who
,
nevertheless
,
were
sufficiently
interested
to
attend
.
These
were
divided
into
little
groups
,
who
did
not
seem
unanimous
by
any
means
.
Some
were
for
a
slight
concession
,
just
a
sugar-plum
to
quieten
the
naughty
child
,
a
sacrifice
to
peace
and
quietness
.
Some
were
steadily
and
vehemently
opposed
to
the
dangerous
precedent
of
yielding
one
jot
or
one
tittle
to
the
outward
force
of
a
turn-out
.
It
was
teaching
the
work-people
how
to
become
masters
,
said
they
.
Did
they
want
the
wildest
thing
heareafter
,
they
would
know
that
the
way
to
obtain
their
wishes
would
be
to
strike
work
.
Besides
,
one
or
two
of
those
present
had
only
just
returned
from
the
New
Bailey
,
where
one
of
the
turn-outs
had
been
tried
for
a
cruel
assault
on
a
poor
north-country
weaver
,
who
had
attempted
to
work
at
the
low
price
.
They
were
indignant
,
and
justly
so
,
at
the
merciless
manner
in
which
the
poor
fellow
had
been
treated
;
and
their
indignation
at
wrong
,
took
(
as
it
so
often
does
)
the
extreme
form
of
revenge
.
They
felt
as
if
,
rather
than
yield
to
the
body
of
men
who
were
resorting
to
such
cruel
measures
towards
their
fellow-workmen
,
they
,
the
masters
,
would
sooner
relinquish
all
the
benefits
to
be
derived
from
the
fulfilment
of
the
commission
,
in
order
that
the
workmen
might
suffer
keenly
.
They
forgot
that
the
strike
was
in
this
instance
the
consequence
of
want
and
need
,
suffered
unjustly
,
as
the
endurers
believed
;
for
,
however
insane
,
and
without
ground
of
reason
,
such
was
their
belief
,
and
such
was
the
cause
of
their
violence
.
It
is
a
great
truth
,
that
you
cannot
extinguish
violence
by
violence
.
You
may
put
it
down
for
a
time
;
but
while
you
are
crowing
over
your
imaginary
success
,
see
if
it
does
not
return
with
seven
devils
worse
than
its
former
self
!
No
one
thought
of
treating
the
workmen
as
brethren
and
friends
,
and
openly
,
clearly
,
as
appealing
to
reasonable
men
,
stating
the
exact
and
full
circumstances
which
led
the
masters
to
think
it
was
the
wise
policy
of
the
time
to
make
sacrifices
themselves
,
and
to
hope
for
them
from
the
operatives
.
In
going
from
group
to
group
in
the
room
,
you
caught
such
a
medley
of
sentences
as
the
following
:
"
Poor
devils
!
they
're
near
enough
to
starving
,
I
'm
afraid
.
Mrs.
Aldred
makes
two
cows
'
heads
into
soup
every
week
,
and
people
come
several
miles
to
fetch
it
;
and
if
these
times
last
we
must
try
and
do
more
.
But
we
must
not
be
bullied
into
any
thing
!
"
"
A
rise
of
a
shilling
or
so
wo
n't
make
much
difference
,
and
they
will
go
away
thinking
they
've
gained
their
point
.
"
"
That
's
the
very
thing
I
object
to
.
They
'll
think
so
,
and
whenever
they
've
a
point
to
gain
,
no
matter
how
unreasonable
,
they
'll
strike
work
.
"
"
It
really
injures
them
more
than
us
.
"
"
I
do
n't
see
how
our
interests
can
be
separated
.
"
"
The
d
—
—
d
brute
had
thrown
vitriol
on
the
poor
fellow
's
ankles
,
and
you
know
what
a
bad
part
that
is
to
heal
.
He
had
to
stand
still
with
the
pain
,
and
that
left
him
at
the
mercy
of
the
cruel
wretch
,
who
beat
him
about
the
head
till
you
'd
hardly
have
known
he
was
a
man
.
They
doubt
if
he
'll
live
.
"
"
If
it
were
only
for
that
,
I
'll
stand
out
against
them
,
even
if
it
were
the
cause
of
my
ruin
.
"
"
Ay
,
I
for
one
wo
n't
yield
one
farthing
to
the
cruel
brutes
;
they
're
more
like
wild
beasts
than
human
beings
.
"
(
Well
!
who
might
have
made
them
different
?
)
"
I
say
,
Carson
,
just
go
and
tell
Duncombe
of
this
fresh
instance
of
their
abominable
conduct
.
He
's
wavering
,
but
I
think
this
will
decide
him
.
"
The
door
was
now
opened
,
and
a
waiter
announced
that
the
men
were
below
,
and
asked
if
it
were
the
pleasure
of
the
gentlemen
that
they
should
be
shown
up
.
They
assented
,
and
rapidly
took
their
places
round
the
official
table
;
looking
,
as
like
as
they
could
,
to
the
Roman
senators
who
awaited
the
irruption
of
Brennus
and
his
Gauls
.
Tramp
,
tramp
,
came
the
heavy
clogged
feet
up
the
stairs
;
and
in
a
minute
five
wild
,
earnest-looking
men
stood
in
the
room
.
John
Barton
,
from
some
mistake
as
to
time
,
was
not
among
them
.
Had
they
been
larger
boned
men
,
you
would
have
called
them
gaunt
;
as
it
was
,
they
were
little
of
stature
,
and
their
fustian
clothes
hung
loosely
upon
their
shrunk
limbs
.
In
choosing
their
delegates
,
too
,
the
operatives
had
had
more
regard
to
their
brains
,
and
power
of
speech
,
than
to
their
wardrobes
;
they
might
have
read
the
opinions
of
that
worthy
Professor
Teufelsdruch
,
in
Sartor
Resartus
,
to
judge
from
the
dilapidated
coats
and
trousers
,
which
yet
clothed
men
of
parts
and
of
power
.
It
was
long
since
many
of
them
had
known
the
luxury
of
a
new
article
of
dress
;
and
air-gaps
were
to
be
seen
in
their
garments
.
Some
of
the
masters
were
rather
affronted
at
such
a
ragged
detachment
coming
between
the
wind
and
their
nobility
;
but
what
cared
they
?
At
the
request
of
a
gentleman
hastily
chosen
to
officiate
as
chairman
,
the
leader
of
the
delegates
read
,
in
a
high-pitched
,
psalm-singing
voice
,
a
paper
,
containing
the
operatives
'
statement
of
the
case
at
issue
,
their
complaints
,
and
their
demands
,
which
last
were
not
remarkable
for
moderation
.
He
was
then
desired
to
withdraw
for
a
few
minutes
,
with
his
fellow
delegates
,
to
another
room
,
while
the
masters
considered
what
should
be
their
definitive
answer
.
When
the
men
had
left
the
room
,
a
whispered
earnest
consultation
took
place
,
every
one
re-urging
his
former
arguments
.
The
conceders
carried
the
day
,
but
only
by
a
majority
of
one
.
The
minority
haughtily
and
audibly
expressed
their
dissent
from
the
measures
to
be
adopted
,
even
after
the
delegates
re-entered
the
room
;
their
words
and
looks
did
not
pass
unheeded
by
the
quick-eyed
operatives
;
their
names
were
registered
in
bitter
hearts
.
The
masters
could
not
consent
to
the
advance
demanded
by
the
workmen
.
They
would
agree
to
give
one
shilling
per
week
more
than
they
had
previously
offered
.
Were
the
delegates
empowered
to
accept
such
offer
?
They
were
empowered
to
accept
or
decline
any
offer
made
that
day
by
the
masters
.
Then
it
might
be
as
well
for
them
to
consult
among
themselves
as
to
what
should
be
their
decision
.
They
again
withdrew
.
It
was
not
for
long
.
They
came
back
,
and
positively
declined
any
compromise
of
their
demands
.
Then
up
sprang
Mr.
Henry
Carson
,
the
head
and
voice
of
the
violent
party
among
the
masters
,
and
addressing
the
chairman
,
even
before
the
scowling
operatives
,
he
proposed
some
resolutions
,
which
he
,
and
those
who
agreed
with
him
,
had
been
concocting
during
this
last
absence
of
the
deputation
.
They
were
,
firstly
,
withdrawing
the
proposal
just
made
,
and
declaring
all
communication
between
the
masters
and
that
particular
Trades
'
Union
at
an
end
;
secondly
,
declaring
that
no
master
would
employ
any
workman
in
future
,
unless
he
signed
a
declaration
that
he
did
not
belong
to
any
Trades
'
Union
,
and
pledged
himself
not
to
assist
or
subscribe
to
any
society
,
having
for
its
object
interference
with
the
masters
'
powers
;
and
,
thirdly
,
that
the
masters
should
pledge
themselves
to
protect
and
encourage
all
workmen
willing
to
accept
employment
on
those
conditions
,
and
at
the
rate
of
wages
first
offered
.
Considering
that
the
men
who
now
stood
listening
with
lowering
brows
of
defiance
were
all
of
them
leading
members
of
the
Union
,
such
resolutions
were
in
themselves
sufficiently
provocative
of
animosity
:
but
not
content
with
simply
stating
them
,
Harry
Carson
went
on
to
characterise
the
conduct
of
the
workmen
in
no
measured
terms
;
every
word
he
spoke
rendering
their
looks
more
livid
,
their
glaring
eyes
more
fierce
.
One
among
them
would
have
spoken
,
but
checked
himself
in
obedience
to
the
stern
glance
and
pressure
on
his
arm
,
received
from
the
leader
.
Mr.
Carson
sat
down
,
and
a
friend
instantly
got
up
to
second
the
motion
.
It
was
carried
,
but
far
from
unanimously
.
The
chairman
announced
it
to
the
delegates
(
who
had
been
once
more
turned
out
of
the
room
for
a
division
)
.
They
received
it
with
deep
brooding
silence
,
but
spake
never
a
word
,
and
left
the
room
without
even
a
bow
.
Now
there
had
been
some
by-play
at
this
meeting
,
not
recorded
in
the
Manchester
newspapers
,
which
gave
an
account
of
the
more
regular
part
of
the
transaction
.
While
the
men
had
stood
grouped
near
the
door
,
on
their
first
entrance
,
Mr.
Harry
Carson
had
taken
out
his
silver
pencil
,
and
had
drawn
an
admirable
caricature
of
them
—
lank
,
ragged
,
dispirited
,
and
famine-stricken
.
Underneath
he
wrote
a
hasty
quotation
from
the
fat
knight
's
well-known
speech
in
Henry
IV
.
He
passed
it
to
one
of
his
neighbours
,
who
acknowledged
the
likeness
instantly
,
and
by
him
it
was
sent
round
to
others
,
who
all
smiled
and
nodded
their
heads
.
When
it
came
back
to
its
owner
he
tore
the
back
of
the
letter
on
which
it
was
drawn
,
in
two
;
twisted
them
up
,
and
flung
them
into
the
fire-place
;
but
,
careless
whether
they
reached
their
aim
or
not
,
he
did
not
look
to
see
that
they
fell
just
short
of
any
consuming
cinders
.
This
proceeding
was
closely
observed
by
one
of
the
men
.
He
watched
the
masters
as
they
left
the
hotel
(
laughing
,
some
of
them
were
,
at
passing
jokes
)
,
and
when
all
had
gone
,
he
re-entered
.
He
went
to
the
waiter
,
who
recognised
him
.
"
There
's
a
bit
on
a
picture
up
yonder
,
as
one
o
'
the
gentlemen
threw
away
;
I
've
a
little
lad
at
home
as
dearly
loves
a
picture
;
by
your
leave
I
'll
go
up
for
it
.
"
The
waiter
,
good-natured
and
sympathetic
,
accompanied
him
up-stairs
;
saw
the
paper
picked
up
and
untwisted
,
and
then
being
convinced
,
by
a
hasty
glance
at
its
contents
,
that
it
was
only
what
the
man
had
called
it
,
"
a
bit
of
a
picture
,
"
he
allowed
him
to
bear
away
his
prize
.
Towards
seven
o'clock
that
evening
many
operatives
began
to
assemble
in
a
room
in
the
Weavers
'
Arms
public-house
,
a
room
appropriated
for
"
festive
occasions
,
"
as
the
landlord
,
in
his
circular
,
on
opening
the
premises
,
had
described
it
.
But
,
alas
!
it
was
on
no
festive
occasion
that
they
met
there
on
this
night
.
Starved
,
irritated
,
despairing
men
,
they
were
assembling
to
hear
the
answer
that
morning
given
by
the
masters
to
their
delegates
;
after
which
,
as
was
stated
in
the
notice
,
a
gentleman
from
London
would
have
the
honour
of
addressing
the
meeting
on
the
present
state
of
affairs
between
the
employers
and
the
employed
,
or
(
as
he
chose
to
term
them
)
the
idle
and
the
industrious
classes
.
The
room
was
not
large
,
but
its
bareness
of
furniture
made
it
appear
so
.
Unshaded
gas
flared
down
upon
the
lean
and
unwashed
artisans
as
they
entered
,
their
eyes
blinking
at
the
excess
of
light
.
They
took
their
seats
on
benches
,
and
awaited
the
deputation
.
The
latter
,
gloomily
and
ferociously
,
delivered
the
masters
'
ultimatum
,
adding
thereunto
not
one
word
of
their
own
;
and
it
sank
all
the
deeper
into
the
sore
hearts
of
the
listeners
for
their
forbearance
.
Then
the
"
gentleman
from
London
"
(
who
had
been
previously
informed
of
the
masters
'
decision
)
entered
.
You
would
have
been
puzzled
to
define
his
exact
position
,
or
what
was
the
state
of
his
mind
as
regarded
education
.
He
looked
so
self-conscious
,
so
far
from
earnest
,
among
the
group
of
eager
,
fierce
,
absorbed
men
,
among
whom
he
now
stood
.
He
might
have
been
a
disgraced
medical
student
of
the
Bob
Sawyer
class
,
or
an
unsuccessful
actor
,
or
a
flashy
shopman
.
The
impression
he
would
have
given
you
would
have
been
unfavourable
,
and
yet
there
was
much
about
him
that
could
only
be
characterised
as
doubtful
.
He
smirked
in
acknowledgment
of
their
uncouth
greetings
,
and
sat
down
;
then
glancing
round
,
he
inquired
whether
it
would
not
be
agreeable
to
the
gentlemen
present
to
have
pipes
and
liquor
handed
round
;
adding
,
that
he
would
stand
treat
.
As
the
man
who
has
had
his
taste
educated
to
love
reading
,
falls
devouringly
upon
books
after
a
long
abstinence
,
so
these
poor
fellows
,
whose
tastes
had
been
left
to
educate
themselves
into
a
liking
for
tobacco
,
beer
,
and
similar
gratifications
,
gleamed
up
at
the
proposal
of
the
London
delegate
.
Tobacco
and
drink
deaden
the
pangs
of
hunger
,
and
make
one
forget
the
miserable
home
,
the
desolate
future
.
They
were
now
ready
to
listen
to
him
with
approbation
.
He
felt
it
;
and
rising
like
a
great
orator
,
with
his
right
arm
outstretched
,
his
left
in
the
breast
of
his
waistcoat
,
he
began
to
declaim
,
with
a
forced
theatrical
voice
.
After
a
burst
of
eloquence
,
in
which
he
blended
the
deeds
of
the
elder
and
the
younger
Brutus
,
and
magnified
the
resistless
might
of
the
"
millions
of
Manchester
,
"
the
Londoner
descended
to
matter-of-fact
business
,
and
in
his
capacity
this
way
he
did
not
belie
the
good
judgment
of
those
who
had
sent
him
as
delegate
.
Masses
of
people
,
when
left
to
their
own
free
choice
,
seem
to
have
discretion
in
distinguishing
men
of
natural
talent
;
it
is
a
pity
they
so
little
regard
temper
and
principles
.
He
rapidly
dictated
resolutions
,
and
suggested
measures
.
He
wrote
out
a
stirring
placard
for
the
walls
.
He
proposed
sending
delegates
to
entreat
the
assistance
of
other
Trades
'
Unions
in
other
towns
.
He
headed
the
list
of
subscribing
Unions
,
by
a
liberal
donation
from
that
with
which
he
was
especially
connected
in
London
;
and
what
was
more
,
and
more
uncommon
,
he
paid
down
the
money
in
real
,
clinking
,
blinking
,
golden
sovereigns
!
The
money
,
alas
,
was
cravingly
required
;
but
before
alleviating
any
private
necessities
on
the
morrow
,
small
sums
were
handed
to
each
of
the
delegates
,
who
were
in
a
day
or
two
to
set
out
on
their
expeditions
to
Glasgow
,
Newcastle
,
Nottingham
,
etc.
These
men
were
most
of
them
members
of
the
deputation
who
had
that
morning
waited
upon
the
masters
.
After
he
had
drawn
up
some
letters
,
and
spoken
a
few
more
stirring
words
,
the
gentleman
from
London
withdrew
,
previously
shaking
hands
all
round
;
and
many
speedily
followed
him
out
of
the
room
,
and
out
of
the
house
.
The
newly-appointed
delegates
,
and
one
or
two
others
,
remained
behind
to
talk
over
their
respective
missions
,
and
to
give
and
exchange
opinions
in
more
homely
and
natural
language
than
they
dared
to
use
before
the
London
orator
.
"
He
's
a
rare
chap
,
yon
,
"
began
one
,
indicating
the
departed
delegate
by
a
jerk
of
his
thumb
towards
the
door
.
"
He
's
gotten
the
gift
of
the
gab
,
anyhow
!
"
"
Ay
!
ay
!
he
knows
what
he
's
about
.
See
how
he
poured
it
into
us
about
that
there
Brutus
.
He
were
pretty
hard
,
too
,
to
kill
his
own
son
!
"
"
I
could
kill
mine
if
he
took
part
wi
'
the
masters
;
to
be
sure
,
he
's
but
a
step-son
,
but
that
makes
no
odds
,
"
said
another
.
But
now
tongues
were
hushed
,
and
all
eyes
were
directed
towards
the
member
of
the
deputation
who
had
that
morning
returned
to
the
hotel
to
obtain
possession
of
Harry
Carson
's
clever
caricature
of
the
operatives
.
The
heads
clustered
together
,
to
gaze
at
and
detect
the
likenesses
.
"
That
's
John
Slater
!
I
'd
ha
'
known
him
anywhere
,
by
his
big
nose
.
Lord
!
how
like
;
that
's
me
,
by
G
—
—
,
it
's
the
very
way
I
'm
obligated
to
pin
my
waistcoat
up
,
to
hide
that
I
've
gotten
no
shirt
.
That
is
a
shame
,
and
I
'll
not
stand
it
.
"
"
Well
!
"
said
John
Slater
,
after
having
acknowledged
his
nose
and
his
likeness
;
"
I
could
laugh
at
a
jest
as
well
as
e'er
the
best
on
'
em
,
though
it
did
tell
again
mysel
,
if
I
were
not
clemming
"
(
his
eyes
filled
with
tears
;
he
was
a
poor
,
pinched
,
sharp-featured
man
,
with
a
gentle
and
melancholy
expression
of
countenance
)
,
"
and
if
I
could
keep
from
thinking
of
them
at
home
,
as
is
clemming
;
but
with
their
cries
for
food
ringing
in
my
ears
,
and
making
me
afeard
of
going
home
,
and
wonder
if
I
should
hear
'
em
wailing
out
,
if
I
lay
cold
and
drowned
at
th
'
bottom
o
'
th
'
canal
,
there
,
—
why
,
man
,
I
cannot
laugh
at
ought
.
It
seems
to
make
me
sad
that
there
is
any
as
can
make
game
on
what
they
've
never
knowed
;
as
can
make
such
laughable
pictures
on
men
,
whose
very
hearts
within
'
em
are
so
raw
and
sore
as
ours
were
and
are
,
God
help
us
.
"
John
Barton
began
to
speak
;
they
turned
to
him
with
great
attention
.
"
It
makes
me
more
than
sad
,
it
makes
my
heart
burn
within
me
,
to
see
that
folk
can
make
a
jest
of
earnest
men
;
of
chaps
who
comed
to
ask
for
a
bit
o
'
fire
for
th
'
old
granny
,
as
shivers
in
th
'
cold
;
for
a
bit
o
'
bedding
,
and
some
warm
clothing
to
the
poor
wife
as
lies
in
labour
on
th
'
damp
flags
;
and
for
victuals
for
the
childer
,
whose
little
voices
are
getting
too
faint
and
weak
to
cry
aloud
wi
'
hunger
.
For
,
brothers
,
is
not
them
the
things
we
ask
for
when
we
ask
for
more
wage
?
We
donnot
want
dainties
,
we
want
bellyfuls
;
we
donnot
want
gimcrack
coats
and
waistcoats
,
we
want
warm
clothes
,
and
so
that
we
get
'
em
we
'd
not
quarrel
wi
'
what
they
're
made
on
.
We
donnot
want
their
grand
houses
,
we
want
a
roof
to
cover
us
from
the
rain
,
and
the
snow
,
and
the
storm
;
ay
,
and
not
alone
to
cover
us
,
but
the
helpless
ones
that
cling
to
us
in
the
keen
wind
,
and
ask
us
with
their
eyes
why
we
brought
'
em
into
th
'
world
to
suffer
?
"
He
lowered
his
deep
voice
almost
to
a
whisper
.
"
I
've
seen
a
father
who
had
killed
his
child
rather
than
let
it
clem
before
his
eyes
;
and
he
were
a
tender-hearted
man
.
"
He
began
again
in
his
usual
tone
.
"
We
come
to
th
'
masters
wi
'
full
hearts
,
to
ask
for
them
things
I
named
afore
.
We
know
that
they
've
gotten
money
,
as
we
've
earned
for
'
em
;
we
know
trade
is
mending
,
and
that
they
've
large
orders
,
for
which
they
'll
be
well
paid
;
we
ask
for
our
share
o
'
th
'
payment
;
for
,
say
we
,
if
th
'
masters
get
our
share
of
payment
it
will
only
go
to
keep
servants
and
horses
,
to
more
dress
and
pomp
.
Well
and
good
,
if
yo
choose
to
be
fools
we
'll
not
hinder
you
,
so
long
as
you
're
just
;
but
our
share
we
must
and
will
have
;
we
'll
not
be
cheated
.
We
want
it
for
daily
bread
,
for
life
itself
;
and
not
for
our
own
lives
neither
(
for
there
's
many
a
one
here
,
I
know
by
mysel
,
as
would
be
glad
and
thankful
to
lie
down
and
die
out
o
'
this
weary
world
)
,
but
for
the
lives
of
them
little
ones
,
who
do
n't
yet
know
what
life
is
,
and
are
afeard
of
death
.
Well
,
we
come
before
th
'
masters
to
state
what
we
want
,
and
what
we
must
have
,
afore
we
'll
set
shoulder
to
their
work
;
and
they
say
,
'
No
.
'
One
would
think
that
would
be
enough
of
hard-heartedness
,
but
it
is
n't
.
They
go
and
make
jesting
pictures
of
us
!
I
could
laugh
at
mysel
,
as
well
as
poor
John
Slater
there
;
but
then
I
must
be
easy
in
my
mind
to
laugh
.
Now
I
only
know
that
I
would
give
the
last
drop
o
'
my
blood
to
avenge
us
on
yon
chap
,
who
had
so
little
feeling
in
him
as
to
make
game
on
earnest
,
suffering
men
!
"
A
low
angry
murmur
was
heard
among
the
men
,
but
it
did
not
yet
take
form
or
words
.
John
continued
—
"
You
'll
wonder
,
chaps
,
how
I
came
to
miss
the
time
this
morning
;
I
'll
just
tell
you
what
I
was
a-doing
.
Th
'
chaplain
at
the
New
Bailey
sent
and
gived
me
an
order
to
see
Jonas
Higginbotham
;
him
as
was
taken
up
last
week
for
throwing
vitriol
in
a
knob-stick
's
face
.
Well
,
I
could
n't
help
but
go
;
and
I
did
n't
reckon
it
would
ha
'
kept
me
so
late
.
Jonas
were
like
one
crazy
when
I
got
to
him
;
he
said
he
could
na
get
rest
night
or
day
for
th
'
face
of
the
poor
fellow
he
had
damaged
;
then
he
thought
on
his
weak
,
clemmed
look
,
as
he
tramped
,
foot-sore
,
into
town
;
and
Jonas
thought
,
may
be
,
he
had
left
them
at
home
as
would
look
for
news
,
and
hope
and
get
none
,
but
,
haply
,
tidings
of
his
death
.
Well
,
Jonas
had
thought
on
these
things
till
he
could
not
rest
,
but
walked
up
and
down
continually
like
a
wild
beast
in
his
cage
.
At
last
he
bethought
him
on
a
way
to
help
a
bit
,
and
he
got
th
'
chaplain
to
send
for
me
;
and
he
telled
me
this
;
and
that
th
'
man
were
lying
in
th
'
Infirmary
,
and
he
bade
me
go
(
to-day
's
the
day
as
folk
may
be
admitted
into
th
'
Infirmary
)
and
get
his
silver
watch
,
as
was
his
mother
's
,
and
sell
it
as
well
as
I
could
,
and
take
the
money
,
and
bid
the
poor
knob-stick
send
it
to
his
friends
beyond
Burnley
;
and
I
were
to
take
him
Jonas
's
kind
regards
,
and
he
humbly
axed
him
to
forgive
him
.
So
I
did
what
Jonas
wished
.
But
bless
your
life
,
none
on
us
would
ever
throw
vitriol
again
(
at
least
at
a
knob-stick
)
if
they
could
see
the
sight
I
saw
to-day
.
The
man
lay
,
his
face
all
wrapped
in
cloths
,
so
I
did
n't
see
that
;
but
not
a
limb
,
nor
a
bit
of
a
limb
,
could
keep
from
quivering
with
pain
.
He
would
ha
'
bitten
his
hand
to
keep
down
his
moans
,
but
could
n't
,
his
face
hurt
him
so
if
he
moved
it
e'er
so
little
.
He
could
scarce
mind
me
when
I
telled
him
about
Jonas
;
he
did
squeeze
my
hand
when
I
jingled
the
money
,
but
when
I
axed
his
wife
's
name
he
shrieked
out
,
'
Mary
,
Mary
,
shall
I
never
see
you
again
?
Mary
,
my
darling
,
they
've
made
me
blind
because
I
wanted
to
work
for
you
and
our
own
baby
;
oh
,
Mary
,
Mary
!
'
Then
the
nurse
came
,
and
said
he
were
raving
,
and
that
I
had
made
him
worse
.
And
I
'm
afeard
it
was
true
;
yet
I
were
loth
to
go
without
knowing
where
to
send
the
money
.
...
So
that
kept
me
beyond
my
time
,
chaps
.
"
"
Did
yo
hear
where
the
wife
lived
at
last
?
"
asked
many
anxious
voices
.
"
No
!
he
went
on
talking
to
her
,
till
his
words
cut
my
heart
like
a
knife
.
I
axed
th
'
nurse
to
find
out
who
she
was
,
and
where
she
lived
.
But
what
I
'm
more
especial
naming
it
now
for
is
this
,
—
for
one
thing
I
wanted
yo
all
to
know
why
I
were
n't
at
my
post
this
morning
;
for
another
,
I
wish
to
say
,
that
I
,
for
one
,
ha
'
seen
enough
of
what
comes
of
attacking
knob-sticks
,
and
I
'll
ha
nought
to
do
with
it
no
more
.
"
There
were
some
expressions
of
disapprobation
,
but
John
did
not
mind
them
.
"
Nay
!
I
'm
no
coward
,
"
he
replied
,
"
and
I
'm
true
to
th
'
backbone
.
What
I
would
like
,
and
what
I
would
do
,
would
be
to
fight
the
masters
.
There
's
one
among
yo
called
me
a
coward
.
Well
!
every
man
has
a
right
to
his
opinion
;
but
since
I
've
thought
on
th
'
matter
to-day
,
I
've
thought
we
han
all
on
us
been
more
like
cowards
in
attacking
the
poor
like
ourselves
;
them
as
has
none
to
help
,
but
mun
choose
between
vitriol
and
starvation
.
I
say
we
're
more
cowardly
in
doing
that
than
in
leaving
them
alone
.
No
!
what
I
would
do
is
this
.
Have
at
the
masters
!
"
Again
he
shouted
,
"
Have
at
the
masters
!
"
He
spoke
lower
;
all
listened
with
hushed
breath
.
"
It
's
the
masters
as
has
wrought
this
woe
;
it
's
the
masters
as
should
pay
for
it
.
Him
as
called
me
coward
just
now
,
may
try
if
I
am
one
or
not
.
Set
me
to
serve
out
the
masters
,
and
see
if
there
's
ought
I
'll
stick
at
.
"
"
It
would
give
th
'
masters
a
bit
on
a
fright
if
one
on
them
were
beaten
within
an
inch
of
his
life
,
"
said
one
.
"
Ay
!
or
beaten
till
no
life
were
left
in
him
,
"
growled
another
.
And
so
with
words
,
or
looks
that
told
more
than
words
,
they
built
up
a
deadly
plan
.
Deeper
and
darker
grew
the
import
of
their
speeches
,
as
they
stood
hoarsely
muttering
their
meaning
out
,
and
glaring
,
with
eyes
that
told
the
terror
their
own
thoughts
were
to
them
,
upon
their
neighbours
.
Their
clenched
fists
,
their
set
teeth
,
their
livid
looks
,
all
told
the
suffering
their
minds
were
voluntarily
undergoing
in
the
contemplation
of
crime
,
and
in
familiarising
themselves
with
its
details
.
Then
came
one
of
those
fierce
terrible
oaths
which
bind
members
of
Trades
'
Unions
to
any
given
purpose
.
Then
,
under
the
flaring
gaslight
,
they
met
together
to
consult
further
.
With
the
distrust
of
guilt
,
each
was
suspicious
of
his
neighbour
;
each
dreaded
the
treachery
of
another
.
A
number
of
pieces
of
paper
(
the
identical
letter
on
which
the
caricature
had
been
drawn
that
very
morning
)
were
torn
up
,
and
one
was
marked
.
Then
all
were
folded
up
again
,
looking
exactly
alike
.
They
were
shuffled
together
in
a
hat
.
The
gas
was
extinguished
;
each
drew
out
a
paper
.
The
gas
was
re-lighted
.
Then
each
went
as
far
as
he
could
from
his
fellows
,
and
examined
the
paper
he
had
drawn
without
saying
a
word
,
and
with
a
countenance
as
stony
and
immovable
as
he
could
make
it
.
Then
,
still
rigidly
silent
,
they
each
took
up
their
hats
and
went
every
one
his
own
way
.
He
who
had
drawn
the
marked
paper
had
drawn
the
lot
of
the
assassin
!
and
he
had
sworn
to
act
according
to
his
drawing
!
But
no
one
save
God
and
his
own
conscience
knew
who
was
the
appointed
murderer
!
CHAPTER
XVII
.
BARTON
'S
NIGHT-ERRAND
.
"
Mournful
is't
to
say
Farewell
,
Though
for
few
brief
hours
we
part
;
In
that
absence
,
who
can
tell
What
may
come
to
wring
the
heart
!
"
Anonymous
.
The
events
recorded
in
the
last
chapter
took
place
on
a
Tuesday
.
On
Thursday
afternoon
Mary
was
surprised
,
in
the
midst
of
some
little
bustle
in
which
she
was
engaged
,
by
the
entrance
of
Will
Wilson
.
He
looked
strange
,
at
least
it
was
strange
to
see
any
different
expression
on
his
face
to
his
usual
joyous
beaming
appearance
.
He
had
a
paper
parcel
in
his
hand
.
He
came
in
,
and
sat
down
,
more
quietly
than
usual
.
"
Why
,
Will
!
what
's
the
matter
with
you
?
You
seem
quite
cut
up
about
something
!
"
"
And
I
am
,
Mary
!
I
'm
come
to
say
good-bye
;
and
few
folk
like
to
say
good-bye
to
them
they
love
.
"
"
Good-bye
!
Bless
me
,
Will
,
that
's
sudden
,
is
n't
it
?
"
Mary
left
off
ironing
,
and
came
and
stood
near
the
fire-place
.
She
had
always
liked
Will
;
but
now
it
seemed
as
if
a
sudden
spring
of
sisterly
love
had
gushed
up
in
her
heart
,
so
sorry
did
she
feel
to
hear
of
his
approaching
departure
.
"
It
's
very
sudden
,
is
n't
it
?
"
said
she
,
repeating
her
question
.
"
Yes
!
it
's
very
sudden
,
"
said
he
,
dreamily
.
"
No
,
it
is
n't
;
"
rousing
himself
,
to
think
of
what
he
was
saying
.
"
The
captain
told
me
in
a
fortnight
he
would
be
ready
to
sail
again
;
but
it
comes
very
sudden
on
me
,
I
had
got
so
fond
of
you
all
.
"
Mary
understood
the
particular
fondness
that
was
thus
generalised
.
She
spoke
again
.
"
But
it
's
not
a
fortnight
since
you
came
.
Not
a
fortnight
since
you
knocked
at
Jane
Wilson
's
door
,
and
I
was
there
,
you
remember
.
Nothing
like
a
fortnight
!
"
"
No
;
I
know
it
's
not
.
But
,
you
see
,
I
got
a
letter
this
afternoon
from
Jack
Harris
,
to
tell
me
our
ship
sails
on
Tuesday
next
;
and
it
's
long
since
I
promised
my
uncle
(
my
mother
's
brother
,
him
that
lives
at
Kirk-Christ
,
beyond
Ramsay
,
in
the
Isle
of
Man
)
that
I
'd
go
and
see
him
and
his
,
this
time
of
coming
ashore
.
I
must
go
.
I
'm
sorry
enough
;
but
I
must
n't
slight
poor
mother
's
friends
.
I
must
go
.
Do
n't
try
to
keep
me
,
"
said
he
,
evidently
fearing
the
strength
of
his
own
resolution
,
if
hard
pressed
by
entreaty
.
"
I
'm
not
a-going
,
Will
.
I
dare
say
you
're
right
;
only
I
ca
n't
help
feeling
sorry
you
're
going
away
.
It
seems
so
flat
to
be
left
behind
.
When
do
you
go
?
"
"
To-night
.
I
sha
n't
see
you
again
.
"
"
To-night
!
and
you
go
to
Liverpool
!
May
be
you
and
father
will
go
together
.
He
's
going
to
Glasgow
,
by
way
of
Liverpool
.
"
"
No
!
I
'm
walking
;
and
I
do
n't
think
your
father
will
be
up
to
walking
.
"
"
Well
!
and
why
on
earth
are
you
walking
?
You
can
get
by
railway
for
three-and-sixpence
.
"
"
Ay
,
but
Mary
!
(
thou
must
n't
let
out
what
I
'm
going
to
tell
thee
)
I
have
n't
got
three
shillings
,
no
,
nor
even
a
sixpence
left
,
at
least
not
here
;
before
I
came
here
I
gave
my
landlady
enough
to
carry
me
to
the
island
and
back
,
and
may
be
a
trifle
for
presents
,
and
I
brought
all
the
rest
here
;
and
it
's
all
gone
but
this
,
"
jingling
a
few
coppers
in
his
hand
.
"
Nay
,
never
fret
over
my
walking
a
matter
of
thirty
mile
,
"
added
he
,
as
he
saw
she
looked
grave
and
sorry
.
"
It
's
a
fine
clear
night
,
and
I
shall
set
off
betimes
,
and
get
in
afore
the
Manx
packet
sails
.
Where
's
your
father
going
?
To
Glasgow
,
did
you
say
?
Perhaps
he
and
I
may
have
a
bit
of
a
trip
together
then
,
for
,
if
the
Manx
boat
has
sailed
when
I
get
into
Liverpool
,
I
shall
go
by
a
Scotch
packet
.
What
's
he
going
to
do
in
Glasgow
?
—
Seek
for
work
?
Trade
is
as
bad
there
as
here
,
folk
say
.
"
"
No
;
he
knows
that
,
"
answered
Mary
,
sadly
.
"
I
sometimes
think
he
'll
never
get
work
again
,
and
that
trade
will
never
mend
.
It
's
very
hard
to
keep
up
one
's
heart
.
I
wish
I
were
a
boy
,
I
'd
go
to
sea
with
you
.
It
would
be
getting
away
from
bad
news
at
any
rate
;
and
now
,
there
's
hardly
a
creature
that
crosses
the
door-step
,
but
has
something
sad
and
unhappy
to
tell
one
.
Father
is
going
as
a
delegate
from
his
Union
,
to
ask
help
from
the
Glasgow
folk
.
He
's
starting
this
evening
.
"
Mary
sighed
,
for
the
feeling
again
came
over
her
that
it
was
very
flat
to
be
left
alone
.
"
You
say
no
one
crosses
the
threshold
but
has
something
sad
to
say
;
you
do
n't
mean
that
Margaret
Jennings
has
any
trouble
?
"
asked
the
young
sailor
,
anxiously
.
"
No
!
"
replied
Mary
,
smiling
a
little
,
"
she
's
the
only
one
I
know
,
I
believe
,
who
seems
free
from
care
.
Her
blindness
almost
appears
a
blessing
sometimes
;
she
was
so
downhearted
when
she
dreaded
it
,
and
now
she
seems
so
calm
and
happy
when
it
's
downright
come
.
No
!
Margaret
's
happy
,
I
do
think
.
"
"
I
could
almost
wish
it
had
been
otherwise
,
"
said
Will
,
thoughtfully
.
"
I
could
have
been
so
glad
to
comfort
her
,
and
cherish
her
,
if
she
had
been
in
trouble
.
"
"
And
why
ca
n't
you
cherish
her
,
even
though
she
is
happy
?
"
asked
Mary
.
"
Oh
!
I
do
n't
know
.
She
seems
so
much
better
than
I
am
!
And
her
voice
!
When
I
hear
it
,
and
think
of
the
wishes
that
are
in
my
heart
,
it
seems
as
much
out
of
place
to
ask
her
to
be
my
wife
,
as
it
would
be
to
ask
an
angel
from
heaven
.
"
Mary
could
not
help
laughing
outright
,
in
spite
of
her
depression
,
at
the
idea
of
Margaret
as
an
angel
;
it
was
so
difficult
(
even
to
her
dress-making
imagination
)
to
fancy
where
,
and
how
,
the
wings
would
be
fastened
to
the
brown
stuff
gown
,
or
the
blue
and
yellow
print
.
Will
laughed
,
too
,
a
little
,
out
of
sympathy
with
Mary
's
pretty
merry
laugh
.
Then
he
said
—
"
Ay
,
you
may
laugh
,
Mary
;
it
only
shows
you
've
never
been
in
love
.
"
In
an
instant
Mary
was
carnation
colour
,
and
the
tears
sprang
to
her
soft
gray
eyes
;
she
was
suffering
so
much
from
the
doubts
arising
from
love
!
It
was
unkind
of
him
.
He
did
not
notice
her
change
of
look
and
of
complexion
.
He
only
noticed
that
she
was
silent
,
so
he
continued
:
"
I
thought
—
I
think
,
that
when
I
come
back
from
this
voyage
,
I
will
speak
.
It
's
my
fourth
voyage
in
the
same
ship
,
and
with
the
same
captain
,
and
he
's
promised
he
'll
make
me
second
mate
after
this
trip
;
then
I
shall
have
something
to
offer
Margaret
;
and
her
grandfather
,
and
aunt
Alice
,
shall
live
with
her
,
to
keep
her
from
being
lonesome
while
I
'm
at
sea
.
I
'm
speaking
as
if
she
cared
for
me
,
and
would
marry
me
;
d'ye
think
she
does
care
at
all
for
me
,
Mary
?
"
asked
he
,
anxiously
.
Mary
had
a
very
decided
opinion
of
her
own
on
the
subject
,
but
she
did
not
feel
as
if
she
had
any
right
to
give
it
.
So
she
said
—
"
You
must
ask
Margaret
,
not
me
,
Will
;
she
's
never
named
your
name
to
me
.
"
His
countenance
fell
.
"
But
I
should
say
that
was
a
good
sign
from
a
girl
like
her
.
I
've
no
right
to
say
what
I
think
;
but
,
if
I
was
you
,
I
would
not
leave
her
now
without
speaking
.
"
"
No
!
I
cannot
speak
!
I
have
tried
.
I
've
been
in
to
wish
them
good-bye
,
and
my
voice
stuck
in
my
throat
.
I
could
say
nought
of
what
I
'd
planned
to
say
;
and
I
never
thought
of
being
so
bold
as
to
offer
her
marriage
till
I
'd
been
my
next
trip
,
and
been
made
mate
.
I
could
not
even
offer
her
this
box
,
"
said
he
,
undoing
his
paper
parcel
and
displaying
a
gaudily
ornamented
accordion
;
"
I
longed
to
buy
her
something
,
and
I
thought
,
if
it
were
something
in
the
music
line
,
she
would
may-be
fancy
it
more
.
So
,
will
you
give
it
to
her
,
Mary
,
when
I
'm
gone
?
and
,
if
you
can
slip
in
something
tender
,
—
something
,
you
know
,
of
what
I
feel
,
—
may-be
she
would
listen
to
you
,
Mary
.
"
Mary
promised
that
she
would
do
all
that
he
asked
.
"
I
shall
be
thinking
on
her
many
and
many
a
night
,
when
I
'm
keeping
my
watch
in
mid-sea
;
I
wonder
if
she
will
ever
think
on
me
when
the
wind
is
whistling
,
and
the
gale
rising
.
You
'll
often
speak
of
me
to
her
,
Mary
?
And
if
I
should
meet
with
any
mischance
,
tell
her
how
dear
,
how
very
dear
,
she
was
to
me
,
and
bid
her
,
for
the
sake
of
one
who
loved
her
well
,
try
and
comfort
my
poor
aunt
Alice
.
Dear
old
aunt
!
you
and
Margaret
will
often
go
and
see
her
,
wo
n't
you
?
She
's
sadly
failed
since
I
was
last
ashore
.
And
so
good
as
she
has
been
!
When
I
lived
with
her
,
a
little
wee
chap
,
I
used
to
be
wakened
by
the
neighbours
knocking
her
up
;
this
one
was
ill
,
or
that
body
's
child
was
restless
;
and
,
for
as
tired
as
ever
she
might
be
,
she
would
be
up
and
dressed
in
a
twinkling
,
never
thinking
of
the
hard
day
's
wash
afore
her
next
morning
.
Them
were
happy
times
!
How
pleased
I
used
to
be
when
she
would
take
me
into
the
fields
with
her
to
gather
herbs
!
I
've
tasted
tea
in
China
since
then
,
but
it
was
n't
half
so
good
as
the
herb
tea
she
used
to
make
for
me
o
'
Sunday
nights
.
And
she
knew
such
a
deal
about
plants
and
birds
,
and
their
ways
!
She
used
to
tell
me
long
stories
about
her
childhood
,
and
we
used
to
plan
how
we
would
go
sometime
,
please
God
(
that
was
always
her
word
)
,
and
live
near
her
old
home
beyond
Lancaster
;
in
the
very
cottage
where
she
was
born
if
we
could
get
it
.
Dear
!
and
how
different
it
is
!
Here
is
she
still
in
a
back
street
o
'
Manchester
,
never
likely
to
see
her
own
home
again
;
and
I
,
a
sailor
,
off
for
America
next
week
.
I
wish
she
had
been
able
to
go
to
Burton
once
afore
she
died
.
"
"
She
would
may
be
have
found
all
sadly
changed
,
"
said
Mary
,
though
her
heart
echoed
Will
's
feeling
.
"
Ay
!
ay
!
I
dare
say
it
's
best
.
One
thing
I
do
wish
though
,
and
I
have
often
wished
it
when
out
alone
on
the
deep
sea
,
when
even
the
most
thoughtless
ca
n't
choose
but
think
on
th
'
past
and
th
'
future
;
and
that
is
,
that
I
'd
never
grieved
her
.
Oh
Mary
!
many
a
hasty
word
comes
sorely
back
on
the
heart
,
when
one
thinks
one
shall
never
see
the
person
whom
one
has
grieved
again
!
"
They
both
stood
thinking
.
Suddenly
Mary
started
.
"
That
's
father
's
step
.
And
his
shirt
's
not
ready
!
"
She
hurried
to
her
irons
,
and
tried
to
make
up
for
lost
time
.
John
Barton
came
in
.
Such
a
haggard
and
wildly
anxious
looking
man
,
Will
thought
he
had
never
seen
.
He
looked
at
Will
,
but
spoke
no
word
of
greeting
or
welcome
.
"
I
'm
come
to
bid
you
good
bye
,
"
said
the
sailor
,
and
would
in
his
sociable
friendly
humour
have
gone
on
speaking
.
But
John
answered
abruptly
,
"
Good
bye
to
ye
,
then
.
"
There
was
that
in
his
manner
which
left
no
doubt
of
his
desire
to
get
rid
of
the
visitor
,
and
Will
accordingly
shook
hands
with
Mary
,
and
looked
at
John
,
as
if
doubting
how
far
to
offer
to
shake
hands
with
him
.
But
he
met
with
no
answering
glance
or
gesture
,
so
he
went
his
way
,
stopping
for
an
instant
at
the
door
to
say
,
"
You
'll
think
on
me
on
Tuesday
,
Mary
.
That
's
the
day
we
shall
hoist
our
blue
Peter
,
Jack
Harris
says
.
"
Mary
was
heartily
sorry
when
the
door
closed
;
it
seemed
like
shutting
out
a
friendly
sunbeam
.
And
her
father
!
what
could
be
the
matter
with
him
?
He
was
so
restless
;
not
speaking
(
she
wished
he
would
)
,
but
starting
up
and
then
sitting
down
,
and
meddling
with
her
irons
;
he
seemed
so
fierce
,
too
,
to
judge
from
his
face
.
She
wondered
if
he
disliked
Will
being
there
;
or
if
he
were
vexed
to
find
that
she
had
not
got
further
on
with
her
work
.
At
last
she
could
bear
his
nervous
way
no
longer
,
it
made
her
equally
nervous
and
fidgetty
.
She
would
speak
.
"
When
are
you
going
,
father
?
I
do
n't
know
the
time
o
'
the
trains
.
"
"
And
why
shouldst
thou
know
?
"
replied
he
,
gruffly
.
"
Meddle
with
thy
ironing
,
but
donnot
be
asking
questions
about
what
does
n't
concern
thee
.
"
"
I
wanted
to
get
you
something
to
eat
first
,
"
answered
she
,
gently
.
"
Thou
dost
not
know
that
I
'm
larning
to
do
without
food
,
"
said
he
.
Mary
looked
at
him
to
see
if
he
spoke
jestingly
.
No
!
he
looked
savagely
grave
.
She
finished
her
bit
of
ironing
,
and
began
preparing
the
food
she
was
sure
her
father
needed
;
for
by
this
time
her
experience
in
the
degrees
of
hunger
had
taught
her
that
his
present
irritability
was
increased
,
if
not
caused
,
by
want
of
food
.
He
had
had
a
sovereign
given
him
to
pay
his
expenses
as
delegate
to
Glasgow
,
and
out
of
this
he
had
given
Mary
a
few
shillings
in
the
morning
;
so
she
had
been
able
to
buy
a
sufficient
meal
,
and
now
her
care
was
to
cook
it
so
as
most
to
tempt
him
.
"
If
thou'rt
doing
that
for
me
,
Mary
,
thou
may'st
spare
thy
labour
.
I
telled
thee
I
were
not
for
eating
.
"
"
Just
a
little
bit
,
father
,
before
starting
,
"
coaxed
Mary
,
perseveringly
.
At
that
instant
,
who
should
come
in
but
Job
Legh
.
It
was
not
often
he
came
,
but
when
he
did
pay
visits
,
Mary
knew
from
past
experience
they
were
any
thing
but
short
.
Her
father
's
countenance
fell
back
into
the
deep
gloom
from
which
it
was
but
just
emerging
at
the
sound
of
Mary
's
sweet
voice
,
and
pretty
pleading
.
He
became
again
restless
and
fidgetty
,
scarcely
giving
Job
Legh
the
greeting
necessary
for
a
host
in
his
own
house
.
Job
,
however
,
did
not
stand
upon
ceremony
.
He
had
come
to
pay
a
visit
,
and
was
not
to
be
daunted
from
his
purpose
.
He
was
interested
in
John
Barton
's
mission
to
Glasgow
,
and
wanted
to
hear
all
about
it
;
so
he
sat
down
,
and
made
himself
comfortable
,
in
a
manner
that
Mary
saw
was
meant
to
be
stationary
.
"
So
thou'rt
off
to
Glasgow
,
art
thou
?
"
he
began
his
catechism
.
"
Ay
.
"
"
When
art
starting
?
"
"
To-night
.
"
"
That
I
knowed
.
But
by
what
train
?
"
That
was
just
what
Mary
wanted
to
know
;
but
what
apparently
her
father
was
in
no
mood
to
tell
.
He
got
up
without
speaking
,
and
went
up-stairs
.
Mary
knew
from
his
step
,
and
his
way
,
how
much
he
was
put
out
,
and
feared
Job
would
see
it
,
too
.
But
no
!
Job
seemed
imperturbable
.
So
much
the
better
,
and
perhaps
she
could
cover
her
father
's
rudeness
by
her
own
civility
to
so
kind
a
friend
.
So
half
listening
to
her
father
's
movements
up-stairs
,
(
passionate
,
violent
,
restless
motions
they
were
)
and
half
attending
to
Job
Legh
,
she
tried
to
pay
him
all
due
regard
.
"
When
does
thy
father
start
,
Mary
?
"
That
plaguing
question
again
.
"
Oh
!
very
soon
.
I
'm
just
getting
him
a
bit
of
supper
.
Is
Margaret
very
well
?
"
"
Yes
,
she
's
well
enough
.
She
's
meaning
to
go
and
keep
Alice
Wilson
company
for
an
hour
or
so
this
evening
;
as
soon
as
she
thinks
her
nephew
will
have
started
for
Liverpool
;
for
she
fancies
the
old
woman
will
feel
a
bit
lonesome
.
Th
'
Union
is
paying
for
your
father
,
I
suppose
?
"
"
Yes
,
they
've
given
him
a
sovereign
.
You
're
one
of
th
'
Union
,
Job
?
"
"
Ay
!
I
'm
one
,
sure
enough
;
but
I
'm
but
a
sleeping
partner
in
the
concern
.
I
were
obliged
to
become
a
member
for
peace
,
else
I
do
n't
go
along
with
'
em
.
Yo
see
they
think
themselves
wise
,
and
me
silly
,
for
differing
with
them
;
well
!
there
's
no
harm
in
that
.
But
then
they
wo
n't
let
me
be
silly
in
peace
and
quietness
,
but
will
force
me
to
be
as
wise
as
they
are
;
now
that
's
not
British
liberty
,
I
say
.
I
'm
forced
to
be
wise
according
to
their
notions
,
else
they
parsecute
me
,
and
sarve
me
out
.
"
What
could
her
father
be
doing
up-stairs
?
Tramping
and
banging
about
.
Why
did
he
not
come
down
?
Or
why
did
not
Job
go
?
The
supper
would
be
spoilt
.
But
Job
had
no
notion
of
going
.
"
You
see
my
folly
is
this
,
Mary
.
I
would
take
what
I
could
get
;
I
think
half
a
loaf
is
better
than
no
bread
.
I
would
work
for
low
wages
rather
than
sit
idle
and
starve
.
But
,
comes
the
Trades
'
Union
,
and
says
,
'
Well
,
if
you
take
the
half-loaf
,
we
'll
worry
you
out
of
your
life
.
Will
you
be
clemmed
,
or
will
you
be
worried
?
'
Now
clemming
is
a
quiet
death
,
and
worrying
is
n't
,
so
I
choose
clemming
,
and
come
into
th
'
Union
.
But
I
wish
they
'd
leave
me
free
,
if
I
am
a
fool
.
"
Creak
,
creak
,
went
the
stairs
.
Her
father
was
coming
down
at
last
.
Yes
,
he
came
down
,
but
more
doggedly
fierce
than
before
,
and
made
up
for
his
journey
,
too
;
with
his
little
bundle
on
his
arm
.
He
went
up
to
Job
,
and
,
more
civilly
than
Mary
expected
,
wished
him
good-bye
.
He
then
turned
to
her
,
and
in
a
short
cold
manner
,
bade
her
farewell
.
"
Oh
!
father
,
do
n't
go
yet
.
Your
supper
is
all
ready
.
Stay
one
moment
!
"
But
he
pushed
her
away
,
and
was
gone
.
She
followed
him
to
the
door
,
her
eyes
blinded
by
sudden
tears
;
she
stood
there
looking
after
him
.
He
was
so
strange
,
so
cold
,
so
hard
.
Suddenly
,
at
the
end
of
the
court
,
he
turned
,
and
saw
her
standing
there
;
he
came
back
quickly
,
and
took
her
in
his
arms
.
"
God
bless
thee
,
Mary
!
—
God
in
heaven
bless
thee
,
poor
child
!
"
She
threw
her
arms
round
his
neck
.
"
Do
n't
go
yet
,
father
;
I
ca
n't
bear
you
to
go
yet
.
Come
in
,
and
eat
some
supper
;
you
look
so
ghastly
;
dear
father
,
do
!
"
"
No
,
"
he
said
,
faintly
and
mournfully
.
"
It
's
best
as
it
is
.
I
could
n't
eat
,
and
it
's
best
to
be
off
.
I
cannot
be
still
at
home
.
I
must
be
moving
.
"
So
saying
,
he
unlaced
her
soft
twining
arms
,
and
kissing
her
once
more
,
set
off
on
his
fierce
errand
.
And
he
was
out
of
sight
!
She
did
not
know
why
,
but
she
had
never
before
felt
so
depressed
,
so
desolate
.
She
turned
in
to
Job
,
who
sat
there
still
.
Her
father
,
as
soon
as
he
was
out
of
sight
,
slackened
his
pace
,
and
fell
into
that
heavy
listless
step
,
which
told
as
well
as
words
could
do
,
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