peoplefriends
quicker
than
any
thing
,
I
think
.
She
's
like
a
mother
to
Mary
in
her
ways
;
and
he
bears
a
good
character
,
as
far
as
I
could
learn
just
in
that
hurry
.
We
're
drawing
near
home
,
and
I
've
not
said
my
say
,
Margaret
.
I
want
you
to
look
after
mother
a
bit
.
She
'll
not
like
my
going
,
and
I
've
got
to
break
it
to
her
yet
.
If
she
takes
it
very
badly
,
I
'll
come
back
to-morrow
night
;
but
if
she
's
not
against
it
very
much
,
I
mean
to
stay
till
it
's
settled
about
Mary
,
one
way
or
the
other
.
Will
,
you
know
,
will
be
there
,
Margaret
,
to
help
a
bit
in
doing
for
mother
.
"
Will
's
being
there
made
the
only
objection
Margaret
saw
to
this
plan
.
She
disliked
the
idea
of
seeming
to
throw
herself
in
his
way
;
and
yet
she
did
not
like
to
say
any
thing
of
this
feeling
to
Jem
,
who
had
all
along
seemed
perfectly
unconscious
of
any
love-affair
,
besides
his
own
,
in
progress
.
So
Margaret
gave
a
reluctant
consent
.
"
If
you
can
just
step
up
to
our
house
to-night
,
Jem
,
I
'll
put
up
a
few
things
as
may
be
useful
to
Mary
,
and
then
you
can
say
when
you
'll
likely
be
back
.
If
you
come
home
to-morrow
night
,
and
Will
's
there
,
perhaps
I
need
not
step
up
?
"
"
Yes
,
Margaret
,
do
!
I
sha
n't
leave
easy
unless
you
go
some
time
in
the
day
to
see
mother
.
I
'll
come
to-night
,
though
;
and
now
good-bye
.
Stay
!
do
you
think
you
could
just
coax
poor
Will
to
walk
a
bit
home
with
you
,
that
I
might
speak
to
mother
by
myself
?
"
No
!
that
Margaret
could
not
do
.
That
was
expecting
too
great
a
sacrifice
of
bashful
feeling
.
But
the
object
was
accomplished
by
Will
's
going
up-stairs
immediately
on
their
return
to
the
house
,
to
indulge
his
mournful
thoughts
alone
.
As
soon
as
Jem
and
his
mother
were
left
by
themselves
,
he
began
on
the
subject
uppermost
in
his
mind
.
"
Mother
!
"
She
put
her
handkerchief
from
her
eyes
,
and
turned
quickly
round
so
as
to
face
him
where
he
stood
,
thinking
what
best
to
say
.
The
little
action
annoyed
him
,
and
he
rushed
at
once
into
the
subject
.
"
Mother
!
I
am
going
back
to
Liverpool
to-morrow
morning
to
see
how
Mary
Barton
is
.
"
"
And
what
's
Mary
Barton
to
thee
,
that
thou
shouldst
be
running
after
her
in
that-a-way
?
"
"
If
she
lives
,
she
shall
be
my
wedded
wife
.
If
she
dies
—
mother
,
I
ca
n't
speak
of
what
I
shall
feel
if
she
dies
.
"
His
voice
was
choked
in
his
throat
.
For
an
instant
his
mother
was
interested
by
his
words
;
and
then
came
back
the
old
jealousy
of
being
supplanted
in
the
affections
of
that
son
,
who
had
been
,
as
it
were
,
newly
born
to
her
,
by
the
escape
he
had
so
lately
experienced
from
danger
.
So
she
hardened
her
heart
against
entertaining
any
feeling
of
sympathy
;
and
turned
away
from
the
face
,
which
recalled
the
earnest
look
of
his
childhood
,
when
he
had
come
to
her
in
some
trouble
,
sure
of
help
and
comfort
.
And
coldly
she
spoke
,
in
those
tones
which
Jem
knew
and
dreaded
,
even
before
the
meaning
they
expressed
was
fully
shaped
.
"
Thou'rt
old
enough
to
please
thysel
.
Old
mothers
are
cast
aside
,
and
what
they
've
borne
forgotten
,
as
soon
as
a
pretty
face
comes
across
.
I
might
have
thought
of
that
last
Tuesday
,
when
I
felt
as
if
thou
wert
all
my
own
,
and
the
judge
were
some
wild
animal
trying
to
rend
thee
from
me
.
I
spoke
up
for
thee
then
;
but
it
's
all
forgotten
now
,
I
suppose
.
"
"
Mother
!
you
know
all
this
while
,
you
know
I
can
never
forget
any
kindness
you
've
ever
done
for
me
;
and
they
've
been
many
.
Why
should
you
think
I
've
only
room
for
one
love
in
my
heart
?
I
can
love
you
as
dearly
as
ever
,
and
Mary
too
,
as
much
as
man
ever
loved
woman
.
"
He
awaited
a
reply
.
None
was
vouchsafed
.
"
Mother
,
answer
me
!
"
said
he
,
at
last
.
"
What
mun
I
answer
?
You
asked
me
no
question
.
"
"
Well
!
I
ask
you
this
now
.
To-morrow
morning
I
go
to
Liverpool
to
see
her
,
who
is
as
my
wife
.
Dear
mother
!
will
you
bless
me
on
my
errand
?
If
it
please
God
she
recovers
,
will
you
take
her
to
you
as
you
would
a
daughter
?
"
She
could
neither
refuse
nor
assent
.
"
Why
need
you
go
?
"
said
she
querulously
,
at
length
.
"
You
'll
be
getting
in
some
mischief
or
another
again
.
Ca
n't
you
stop
at
home
quiet
with
me
?
"
Jem
got
up
,
and
walked
about
the
room
in
despairing
impatience
.
She
would
not
understand
his
feelings
.
At
last
he
stopped
right
before
the
place
where
she
was
sitting
,
with
an
air
of
injured
meekness
on
her
face
.
"
Mother
!
I
often
think
what
a
good
man
father
was
!
I
've
often
heard
you
tell
of
your
courting
days
;
and
of
the
accident
that
befell
you
,
and
how
ill
you
were
.
How
long
is
it
ago
?
"
"
Near
upon
five-and-twenty
years
,
"
said
she
,
with
a
sigh
.
"
You
little
thought
when
you
were
so
ill
you
should
live
to
have
such
a
fine
strapping
son
as
I
am
,
did
you
now
?
"
She
smiled
a
little
,
and
looked
up
at
him
,
which
was
just
what
he
wanted
.
"
Thou'rt
not
so
fine
a
man
as
thy
father
was
,
by
a
deal
!
"
said
she
,
looking
at
him
with
much
fondness
,
notwithstanding
her
depreciatory
words
.
He
took
another
turn
or
two
up
and
down
the
room
.
He
wanted
to
bend
the
subject
round
to
his
own
case
.
"
Those
were
happy
days
when
father
was
alive
!
"
"
You
may
say
so
,
lad
!
Such
days
as
will
never
come
again
to
me
,
at
any
rate
.
"
She
sighed
sorrowfully
.
"
Mother
!
"
said
he
at
last
,
stopping
short
,
and
taking
her
hand
in
his
with
tender
affection
,
"
you
'd
like
me
to
be
as
happy
a
man
as
my
father
was
before
me
,
would
not
you
?
You
'd
like
me
to
have
some
one
to
make
me
as
happy
as
you
made
father
?
Now
,
would
you
not
,
dear
mother
?
"
"
I
did
not
make
him
as
happy
as
I
might
ha
'
done
,
"
murmured
she
,
in
a
low
,
sad
voice
of
self-reproach
.
"
Th
'
accident
gave
a
jar
to
my
temper
it
's
never
got
the
better
of
;
and
now
he
's
gone
where
he
can
never
know
how
I
grieve
for
having
frabbed
him
as
I
did
.
"
"
Nay
,
mother
,
we
do
n't
know
that
!
"
said
Jem
,
with
gentle
soothing
.
"
Any
how
,
you
and
father
got
along
with
as
few
rubs
as
most
people
.
But
for
his
sake
,
dear
mother
,
do
n't
say
me
nay
,
now
that
I
come
to
you
to
ask
your
blessing
before
setting
out
to
see
her
,
who
is
to
be
my
wife
,
if
ever
woman
is
;
for
his
sake
,
if
not
for
mine
,
love
her
who
I
shall
bring
home
to
be
to
me
all
you
were
to
him
:
and
mother
!
I
do
not
ask
for
a
truer
or
a
tenderer
heart
than
yours
is
,
in
the
long
run
.
"
The
hard
look
left
her
face
;
though
her
eyes
were
still
averted
from
Jem
's
gaze
,
it
was
more
because
they
were
brimming
over
with
tears
,
called
forth
by
his
words
,
than
because
any
angry
feeling
yet
remained
.
And
when
his
manly
voice
died
away
in
low
pleadings
,
she
lifted
up
her
hands
,
and
bent
down
her
son
's
head
below
the
level
of
her
own
;
and
then
she
solemnly
uttered
a
blessing
.
"
God
bless
thee
,
Jem
,
my
own
dear
lad
.
And
may
He
bless
Mary
Barton
for
thy
sake
.
"
Jem
's
heart
leaped
up
,
and
from
this
time
hope
took
the
place
of
fear
in
his
anticipations
with
regard
to
Mary
.
"
Mother
!
you
show
your
own
true
self
to
Mary
,
and
she
'll
love
you
as
dearly
as
I
do
.
"
So
with
some
few
smiles
,
and
some
few
tears
,
and
much
earnest
talking
,
the
evening
wore
away
.
"
I
must
be
off
to
see
Margaret
.
Why
,
it
's
near
ten
o'clock
!
Could
you
have
thought
it
?
Now
do
n't
you
stop
up
for
me
,
mother
.
You
and
Will
go
to
bed
,
for
you
've
both
need
of
it
.
I
shall
be
home
in
an
hour
.
"
Margaret
had
felt
the
evening
long
and
lonely
;
and
was
all
but
giving
up
the
thoughts
of
Jem
's
coming
that
night
,
when
she
heard
his
step
at
the
door
.
He
told
her
of
his
progress
with
his
mother
;
he
told
her
his
hopes
,
and
was
silent
on
the
subject
of
his
fears
.
"
To
think
how
sorrow
and
joy
are
mixed
up
together
.
You
'll
date
your
start
in
life
as
Mary
's
acknowledged
lover
from
poor
Alice
Wilson
's
burial
day
.
Well
!
the
dead
are
soon
forgotten
!
"
"
Dear
Margaret
!
—
But
you
're
worn
out
with
your
long
evening
waiting
for
me
.
I
do
n't
wonder
.
But
never
you
,
nor
any
one
else
,
think
because
God
sees
fit
to
call
up
new
interests
,
perhaps
right
out
of
the
grave
,
that
therefore
the
dead
are
forgotten
.
Margaret
,
you
yourself
can
remember
our
looks
,
and
fancy
what
we
're
like
.
"
"
Yes
!
but
what
has
that
to
do
with
remembering
Alice
?
"
"
Why
,
just
this
.
You
're
not
always
trying
to
think
on
our
faces
,
and
making
a
labour
of
remembering
;
but
often
,
I
'll
be
bound
,
when
you
're
sinking
off
to
sleep
,
or
when
you
're
very
quiet
and
still
,
the
faces
you
knew
so
well
when
you
could
see
,
come
smiling
before
you
with
loving
looks
.
Or
you
remember
them
,
without
striving
after
it
,
and
without
thinking
it
's
your
duty
to
keep
recalling
them
.
And
so
it
is
with
them
that
are
hidden
from
our
sight
.
If
they
've
been
worthy
to
be
heartily
loved
while
alive
,
they
'll
not
be
forgotten
when
dead
;
it
's
against
nature
.
And
we
need
no
more
be
upbraiding
ourselves
for
letting
in
God
's
rays
of
light
upon
our
sorrow
,
and
no
more
be
fearful
of
forgetting
them
,
because
their
memory
is
not
always
haunting
and
taking
up
our
minds
,
than
you
need
to
trouble
yourself
about
remembering
your
grandfather
's
face
,
or
what
the
stars
were
like
,
—
you
ca
n't
forget
if
you
would
,
what
it
's
such
a
pleasure
to
think
about
.
Do
n't
fear
my
forgetting
Aunt
Alice
.
"
"
I
'm
not
,
Jem
;
not
now
,
at
least
;
only
you
seemed
so
full
about
Mary
.
"
"
I
've
kept
it
down
so
long
,
remember
.
How
glad
Aunt
Alice
would
have
been
to
know
that
I
might
hope
to
have
her
for
my
wife
!
that
's
to
say
,
if
God
spares
her
!
"
"
She
would
not
have
known
it
,
even
if
you
could
have
told
her
this
last
fortnight
,
—
ever
since
you
went
away
she
's
been
thinking
always
that
she
was
a
little
child
at
her
mother
's
apron-string
.
She
must
have
been
a
happy
little
thing
;
it
was
such
a
pleasure
to
her
to
think
about
those
early
days
,
when
she
lay
old
and
gray
on
her
death-bed
.
"
"
I
never
knew
any
one
seem
more
happy
all
her
life
long
.
"
"
Ay
!
and
how
gentle
and
easy
her
death
was
!
She
thought
her
mother
was
near
her
.
"
They
fell
into
calm
thought
about
those
last
peaceful
happy
hours
.
It
struck
eleven
.
Jem
started
up
.
"
I
should
have
been
gone
long
ago
.
Give
me
the
bundle
.
You
'll
not
forget
my
mother
.
Good
night
,
Margaret
.
"
She
let
him
out
and
bolted
the
door
behind
him
.
He
stood
on
the
steps
to
adjust
some
fastening
about
the
bundle
.
The
court
,
the
street
,
was
deeply
still
.
Long
ago
had
all
retired
to
rest
on
that
quiet
Sabbath
evening
.
The
stars
shone
down
on
the
silent
deserted
streets
,
and
the
soft
clear
moonlight
fell
in
bright
masses
,
leaving
the
steps
on
which
Jem
stood
in
shadow
.
A
foot-fall
was
heard
along
the
pavement
;
slow
and
heavy
was
the
sound
.
Before
Jem
had
ended
his
little
piece
of
business
,
a
form
had
glided
into
sight
;
a
wan
,
feeble
figure
,
bearing
,
with
evident
and
painful
labour
,
a
jug
of
water
from
the
neighbouring
pump
.
It
went
before
Jem
,
turned
up
the
court
at
the
corner
of
which
he
was
standing
,
passed
into
the
broad
,
calm
light
;
and
there
,
with
bowed
head
,
sinking
and
shrunk
body
,
Jem
recognised
John
Barton
.
No
haunting
ghost
could
have
had
less
of
the
energy
of
life
in
its
involuntary
motions
than
he
,
who
,
nevertheless
,
went
on
with
the
same
measured
clock-work
tread
until
the
door
of
his
own
house
was
reached
.
And
then
he
disappeared
,
and
the
latch
fell
feebly
to
,
and
made
a
faint
and
wavering
sound
,
breaking
the
solemn
silence
of
the
night
.
Then
all
again
was
still
.
For
a
minute
or
two
Jem
stood
motionless
,
stunned
by
the
thoughts
which
the
sight
of
Mary
's
father
had
called
up
.
Margaret
did
not
know
he
was
at
home
:
had
he
stolen
like
a
thief
by
dead
of
night
into
his
own
dwelling
?
Depressed
as
Jem
had
often
and
long
seen
him
,
this
night
there
was
something
different
about
him
still
;
beaten
down
by
some
inward
storm
,
he
seemed
to
grovel
along
,
all
self-respect
lost
and
gone
.
Must
he
be
told
of
Mary
's
state
?
Jem
felt
he
must
not
;
and
this
for
many
reasons
.
He
could
not
be
informed
of
her
illness
without
many
other
particulars
being
communicated
at
the
same
time
,
of
which
it
were
better
he
should
be
kept
in
ignorance
;
indeed
,
of
which
Mary
herself
could
alone
give
the
full
explanation
.
No
suspicion
that
he
was
the
criminal
seemed
hitherto
to
have
been
excited
in
the
mind
of
any
one
.
Added
to
these
reasons
was
Jem
's
extreme
unwillingness
to
face
him
,
with
the
belief
in
his
breast
that
he
,
and
none
other
,
had
done
the
fearful
deed
.
It
was
true
that
he
was
Mary
's
father
,
and
as
such
had
every
right
to
be
told
of
all
concerning
her
;
but
supposing
he
were
,
and
that
he
followed
the
impulse
so
natural
to
a
father
,
and
wished
to
go
to
her
,
what
might
be
the
consequences
?
Among
the
mingled
feelings
she
had
revealed
in
her
delirium
,
ay
,
mingled
even
with
the
most
tender
expressions
of
love
for
her
father
,
was
a
sort
of
horror
of
him
;
a
dread
of
him
as
a
blood-shedder
,
which
seemed
to
separate
him
into
two
persons
,
—
one
,
the
father
who
had
dandled
her
on
his
knee
,
and
loved
her
all
her
life
long
;
the
other
,
the
assassin
,
the
cause
of
all
her
trouble
and
woe
.
If
he
presented
himself
before
her
while
this
idea
of
his
character
was
uppermost
,
who
might
tell
the
consequence
?
Jem
could
not
,
and
would
not
,
expose
her
to
any
such
fearful
chance
:
and
to
tell
the
truth
,
I
believe
he
looked
upon
her
as
more
his
own
,
to
guard
from
all
shadow
of
injury
with
most
loving
care
,
than
as
belonging
to
any
one
else
in
this
world
,
though
girt
with
the
reverend
name
of
Father
,
and
guiltless
of
aught
that
might
have
lessened
such
reverence
.
If
you
think
this
account
of
mine
confused
,
of
the
half-feelings
,
half-reasons
,
which
passed
through
Jem
's
mind
,
as
he
stood
gazing
at
the
empty
space
,
where
that
crushed
form
had
so
lately
been
seen
,
—
if
you
are
perplexed
to
disentangle
the
real
motives
,
I
do
assure
you
it
was
from
just
such
an
involved
set
of
thoughts
that
Jem
drew
the
resolution
to
act
as
if
he
had
not
seen
that
phantom
likeness
of
John
Barton
;
himself
,
yet
not
himself
.
CHAPTER
XXXIV
.
THE
RETURN
HOME
.
Dixwell
.
Forgiveness
!
Oh
,
forgiveness
,
and
a
grave
!
Mary
.
God
knows
thy
heart
,
my
father
!
and
I
shudder
To
think
what
thou
perchance
hast
acted
.
Dixwell
.
Oh
!
Mary
.
No
common
load
of
woe
is
thine
,
my
father
.
"
Elliott
's
"
Kerhonah
.
"
Mary
still
hovered
between
life
and
death
when
Jem
arrived
at
the
house
where
she
lay
;
and
the
doctors
were
as
yet
unwilling
to
compromise
their
wisdom
by
allowing
too
much
hope
to
be
entertained
.
But
the
state
of
things
,
if
not
less
anxious
,
was
less
distressing
than
when
Jem
had
quitted
her
.
She
lay
now
in
a
stupor
,
which
was
partly
disease
,
and
partly
exhaustion
after
the
previous
excitement
.
And
now
Jem
found
the
difficulty
which
every
one
who
has
watched
by
a
sick
bed
knows
full
well
;
and
which
is
perhaps
more
insurmountable
to
men
than
it
is
to
women
,
—
the
difficulty
of
being
patient
,
and
trying
not
to
expect
any
visible
change
for
long
,
long
hours
of
sad
monotony
.
But
after
awhile
the
reward
came
.
The
laboured
breathing
became
lower
and
softer
,
the
heavy
look
of
oppressive
pain
melted
away
from
the
face
,
and
a
languor
that
was
almost
peace
took
the
place
of
suffering
.
She
slept
a
natural
sleep
;
and
they
stole
about
on
tip-toe
,
and
spoke
low
,
and
softly
,
and
hardly
dared
to
breathe
,
however
much
they
longed
to
sigh
out
their
thankful
relief
.
She
opened
her
eyes
.
Her
mind
was
in
the
tender
state
of
a
lately-born
infant
's
.
She
was
pleased
with
the
gay
but
not
dazzling
colours
of
the
paper
;
soothed
by
the
subdued
light
;
and
quite
sufficiently
amused
by
looking
at
all
the
objects
in
the
room
,
—
the
drawing
of
the
ships
,
the
festoons
of
the
curtain
,
the
bright
flowers
on
the
painted
backs
of
the
chairs
,
—
to
care
for
any
stronger
excitement
.
She
wondered
at
the
ball
of
glass
,
containing
various
coloured
sands
from
the
Isle
of
Wight
,
or
some
such
place
,
which
hung
suspended
from
the
middle
of
the
little
valance
over
the
window
.
But
she
did
not
care
to
exert
herself
to
ask
any
questions
,
although
she
saw
Mrs.
Sturgis
standing
at
the
bed-side
with
some
tea
,
ready
to
drop
it
into
her
mouth
by
spoonfuls
.
She
did
not
see
the
face
of
honest
joy
,
of
earnest
thankfulness
,
—
the
clasped
hands
,
—
the
beaming
eyes
,
—
the
trembling
eagerness
of
gesture
,
of
one
who
had
long
awaited
her
awakening
,
and
who
now
stood
behind
the
curtains
watching
through
some
little
chink
her
every
faint
motion
;
or
if
she
had
caught
a
glimpse
of
that
loving
,
peeping
face
,
she
was
in
too
exhausted
a
state
to
have
taken
much
notice
,
or
have
long
retained
the
impression
that
he
she
loved
so
well
was
hanging
about
her
,
and
blessing
God
for
every
conscious
look
which
stole
over
her
countenance
.
She
fell
softly
into
slumber
,
without
a
word
having
been
spoken
by
any
one
during
that
half
hour
of
inexpressible
joy
.
And
again
the
stillness
was
enforced
by
sign
and
whispered
word
,
but
with
eyes
that
beamed
out
their
bright
thoughts
of
hope
.
Jem
sat
by
the
side
of
the
bed
,
holding
back
the
little
curtain
,
and
gazing
as
if
he
could
never
gaze
his
fill
at
the
pale
,
wasted
face
,
so
marbled
and
so
chiselled
in
its
wan
outline
.
She
wakened
once
more
;
her
soft
eyes
opened
,
and
met
his
over-bending
look
.
She
smiled
gently
,
as
a
baby
does
when
it
sees
its
mother
tending
its
little
cot
;
and
continued
her
innocent
,
infantine
gaze
into
his
face
,
as
if
the
sight
gave
her
much
unconscious
pleasure
.
But
by-and-by
a
different
expression
came
into
her
sweet
eyes
;
a
look
of
memory
and
intelligence
;
her
white
face
flushed
the
brightest
rosy
red
,
and
with
feeble
motion
she
tried
to
hide
her
head
in
the
pillow
.
It
required
all
Jem
's
self-control
to
do
what
he
knew
and
felt
to
be
necessary
,
to
call
Mrs.
Sturgis
,
who
was
quietly
dozing
by
the
fireside
;
and
that
done
,
he
felt
almost
obliged
to
leave
the
room
to
keep
down
the
happy
agitation
which
would
gush
out
in
every
feature
,
every
gesture
,
and
every
tone
.
From
that
time
forward
Mary
's
progress
towards
health
was
rapid
.
There
was
every
reason
,
but
one
,
in
favour
of
her
speedy
removal
home
.
All
Jem
's
duties
lay
in
Manchester
.
It
was
his
mother
's
dwelling-place
,
and
there
his
plans
for
life
had
been
to
be
worked
out
;
plans
,
which
the
suspicion
and
imprisonment
he
had
fallen
into
,
had
thrown
for
a
time
into
a
chaos
,
which
his
presence
was
required
to
arrange
into
form
.
For
he
might
find
,
in
spite
of
a
jury
's
verdict
,
that
too
strong
a
taint
was
on
his
character
for
him
ever
to
labour
in
Manchester
again
.
He
remembered
the
manner
in
which
some
one
suspected
of
having
been
a
convict
was
shunned
by
masters
and
men
,
when
he
had
accidentally
met
with
work
in
their
foundry
;
the
recollection
smote
him
now
,
how
he
himself
had
thought
that
it
did
not
become
an
honest
upright
man
to
associate
with
one
who
had
been
a
prisoner
.
He
could
not
choose
but
think
on
that
poor
humble
being
,
with
his
downcast
conscious
look
;
hunted
out
of
the
work-shop
,
where
he
had
sought
to
earn
an
honest
livelihood
,
by
the
looks
,
and
half-spoken
words
,
and
the
black
silence
of
repugnance
(
worse
than
words
to
bear
)
,
that
met
him
on
all
sides
.
Jem
felt
that
his
own
character
had
been
attainted
;
and
that
to
many
it
might
still
appear
suspicious
.
He
knew
that
he
could
convince
the
world
,
by
a
future
as
blameless
as
his
past
had
been
,
that
he
was
innocent
.
But
at
the
same
time
he
saw
that
he
must
have
patience
,
and
nerve
himself
for
some
trials
;
and
the
sooner
these
were
undergone
,
the
sooner
he
was
aware
of
the
place
he
held
in
men
's
estimation
,
the
better
.
He
longed
to
have
presented
himself
once
more
at
the
foundry
;
and
then
the
reality
would
drive
away
the
pictures
that
would
(
unbidden
)
come
of
a
shunned
man
,
eyed
askance
by
all
,
and
driven
forth
to
shape
out
some
new
career
.
I
said
every
reason
"
but
one
"
inclined
Jem
to
hasten
Mary
's
return
as
soon
as
she
was
sufficiently
convalescent
.
That
one
was
the
meeting
which
awaited
her
at
home
.
Turn
it
over
as
Jem
would
,
he
could
not
decide
what
was
the
best
course
to
pursue
.
He
could
compel
himself
to
any
line
of
conduct
that
his
reason
and
his
sense
of
right
told
him
to
be
desirable
;
but
they
did
not
tell
him
it
was
desirable
to
speak
to
Mary
,
in
her
tender
state
of
mind
and
body
,
of
her
father
.
How
much
would
be
implied
by
the
mere
mention
of
his
name
!
Speak
it
as
calmly
,
and
as
indifferently
as
he
might
,
he
could
not
avoid
expressing
some
consciousness
of
the
terrible
knowledge
she
possessed
.
She
,
for
her
part
,
was
softer
and
gentler
than
she
had
ever
been
in
her
gentlest
mood
;
since
her
illness
,
her
motions
,
her
glances
,
her
voice
were
all
tender
in
their
languor
.
It
seemed
almost
a
trouble
to
her
to
break
the
silence
with
the
low
sounds
of
her
own
sweet
voice
,
and
her
words
fell
sparingly
on
Jem
's
greedy
,
listening
ear
.
Her
face
was
,
however
,
so
full
of
love
and
confidence
,
that
Jem
felt
no
uneasiness
at
the
state
of
silent
abstraction
into
which
she
often
fell
.
If
she
did
but
love
him
,
all
would
yet
go
right
;
and
it
was
better
not
to
press
for
confidence
on
that
one
subject
which
must
be
painful
to
both
.
There
came
a
fine
,
bright
,
balmy
day
.
And
Mary
tottered
once
more
out
into
the
open
air
,
leaning
on
Jem
's
arm
,
and
close
to
his
beating
heart
.
And
Mrs.
Sturgis
watched
them
from
her
door
,
with
a
blessing
on
her
lips
,
as
they
went
slowly
up
the
street
.
They
came
in
sight
of
the
river
.
Mary
shuddered
.
"
Oh
,
Jem
!
take
me
home
.
Yon
river
seems
all
made
of
glittering
,
heaving
,
dazzling
metal
,
just
as
it
did
when
I
began
to
be
ill.
"
Jem
led
her
homewards
.
She
dropped
her
head
as
searching
for
something
on
the
ground
.
"
Jem
!
"
He
was
all
attention
.
She
paused
for
an
instant
.
"
When
may
I
go
home
?
To
Manchester
,
I
mean
.
I
am
so
weary
of
this
place
;
and
I
would
fain
be
at
home
.
"
She
spoke
in
a
feeble
voice
;
not
at
all
impatiently
,
as
the
words
themselves
would
seem
to
intimate
,
but
in
a
mournful
way
,
as
if
anticipating
sorrow
even
in
the
very
fulfilment
of
her
wishes
.
"
Darling
!
we
will
go
whenever
you
wish
;
whenever
you
feel
strong
enough
.
I
asked
Job
to
tell
Margaret
to
get
all
in
readiness
for
you
to
go
there
at
first
.
She
'll
tend
you
and
nurse
you
.
You
must
not
go
home
.
Job
proffered
for
you
to
go
there
.
"
"
Ah
!
but
I
must
go
home
,
Jem
.
I
'll
try
and
not
fail
now
in
what
's
right
.
There
are
things
we
must
not
speak
on
"
(
lowering
her
voice
)
,
"
but
you
'll
be
really
kind
if
you
'll
not
speak
against
my
going
home
.
Let
us
say
no
more
about
it
,
dear
Jem
.
I
must
go
home
,
and
I
must
go
alone
.
"
"
Not
alone
,
Mary
!
"
"
Yes
,
alone
!
I
cannot
tell
you
why
I
ask
it
.
And
if
you
guess
,
I
know
you
well
enough
to
be
sure
you
'll
understand
why
I
ask
you
never
to
speak
on
that
again
to
me
,
till
I
begin
.
Promise
,
dear
Jem
,
promise
!
"
He
promised
;
to
gratify
that
beseeching
face
he
promised
.
And
then
he
repented
,
and
felt
as
if
he
had
done
ill.
Then
again
he
felt
as
if
she
were
the
best
judge
,
and
knowing
all
(
perhaps
more
than
even
he
did
)
might
be
forming
plans
which
his
interference
would
mar
.
One
thing
was
certain
!
it
was
a
miserable
thing
to
have
this
awful
forbidden
ground
of
discourse
;
to
guess
at
each
other
's
thoughts
,
when
eyes
were
averted
,
and
cheeks
blanched
,
and
words
stood
still
,
arrested
in
their
flow
by
some
casual
allusion
.
At
last
a
day
,
fine
enough
for
Mary
to
travel
on
,
arrived
.
She
had
wished
to
go
,
but
now
her
courage
failed
her
.
How
could
she
have
said
she
was
weary
of
that
quiet
house
,
where
even
Ben
Sturgis
'
grumblings
only
made
a
kind
of
harmonious
bass
in
the
concord
between
him
and
his
wife
,
so
thoroughly
did
they
know
each
other
with
the
knowledge
of
many
years
!
How
could
she
have
longed
to
quit
that
little
peaceful
room
where
she
had
experienced
such
loving
tendence
!
Even
the
very
check
bed-curtains
became
dear
to
her
under
the
idea
of
seeing
them
no
more
.
If
it
was
so
with
inanimate
objects
,
if
they
had
such
power
of
exciting
regret
,
what
were
her
feelings
with
regard
to
the
kind
old
couple
,
who
had
taken
the
stranger
in
,
and
cared
for
her
,
and
nursed
her
,
as
though
she
had
been
a
daughter
?
Each
wilful
sentence
spoken
in
the
half
unconscious
irritation
of
feebleness
came
now
with
avenging
self-reproach
to
her
memory
,
as
she
hung
about
Mrs.
Sturgis
,
with
many
tears
,
which
served
instead
of
words
to
express
her
gratitude
and
love
.
Ben
bustled
about
with
the
square
bottle
of
Goldenwasser
in
one
of
his
hands
,
and
a
small
tumbler
in
the
other
;
he
went
to
Mary
,
Jem
,
and
his
wife
in
succession
,
pouring
out
a
glass
for
each
and
bidding
them
drink
it
to
keep
their
spirits
up
:
but
as
each
severally
refused
,
he
drank
it
himself
;
and
passed
on
to
offer
the
same
hospitality
to
another
with
the
like
refusal
,
and
the
like
result
.
When
he
had
swallowed
the
last
of
the
three
draughts
,
he
condescended
to
give
his
reasons
for
having
done
so
.
"
I
cannot
abide
waste
.
What
's
poured
out
mun
be
drunk
.
That
's
my
maxim
.
"
So
saying
,
he
replaced
the
bottle
in
the
cupboard
.
It
was
he
who
in
a
firm
commanding
voice
at
last
told
Jem
and
Mary
to
be
off
,
or
they
would
be
too
late
.
Mrs.
Sturgis
had
kept
up
till
then
;
but
as
they
left
her
house
,
she
could
no
longer
restrain
her
tears
,
and
cried
aloud
in
spite
of
her
husband
's
upbraiding
.
"
Perhaps
they
'll
be
too
late
for
th
'
train
!
"
exclaimed
she
,
with
a
degree
of
hope
,
as
the
clock
struck
two
.
"
What
!
and
come
back
again
!
No
!
no
!
that
would
never
do
.
We
've
done
our
part
,
and
cried
our
cry
;
it
's
no
use
going
o'er
the
same
ground
again
.
I
should
ha
'
to
give
'
em
more
out
of
yon
bottle
when
next
parting
time
came
,
and
them
three
glasses
they
had
made
a
hole
in
the
stuff
,
I
can
tell
you
.
Time
Jack
was
back
from
Hamburg
with
some
more
.
"
When
they
reached
Manchester
,
Mary
looked
very
white
,
and
the
expression
on
her
face
was
almost
stern
.
She
was
in
fact
summoning
up
her
resolution
to
meet
her
father
if
he
were
at
home
.
Jem
had
never
named
his
midnight
glimpse
of
John
Barton
to
human
being
;
but
Mary
had
a
sort
of
presentiment
that
wander
where
he
would
,
he
would
seek
his
home
at
last
.
But
in
what
mood
she
dreaded
to
think
.
For
the
knowledge
of
her
father
's
capability
of
guilt
seemed
to
have
opened
a
dark
gulf
in
his
character
,
into
the
depths
of
which
she
trembled
to
look
.
At
one
moment
she
would
fain
have
claimed
protection
against
the
life
she
must
lead
,
for
some
time
at
least
,
alone
with
a
murderer
!
She
thought
of
his
gloom
,
before
his
mind
was
haunted
by
the
memory
of
so
terrible
a
crime
;
his
moody
,
irritable
ways
.
She
imagined
the
evenings
as
of
old
:
she
,
toiling
at
some
work
,
long
after
houses
were
shut
,
and
folks
abed
;
he
,
more
savage
than
he
had
ever
been
before
with
the
inward
gnawing
of
his
remorse
.
At
such
times
she
could
have
cried
aloud
with
terror
,
at
the
scenes
her
fancy
conjured
up
.
But
her
filial
duty
,
nay
,
her
love
and
gratitude
for
many
deeds
of
kindness
done
to
her
as
a
little
child
,
conquered
all
fear
.
She
would
endure
all
imaginable
terrors
,
although
of
daily
occurrence
.
And
she
would
patiently
bear
all
wayward
violence
of
temper
;
more
than
patiently
would
she
bear
it
—
pitifully
,
as
one
who
knew
of
some
awful
curse
awaiting
the
blood-shedder
.
She
would
watch
over
him
tenderly
,
as
the
Innocent
should
watch
over
the
Guilty
;
awaiting
the
gracious
seasons
,
wherein
to
pour
oil
and
balm
into
the
bitter
wounds
.
With
the
untroubled
peace
which
the
resolve
to
endure
to
the
end
gives
,
she
approached
the
house
that
from
habit
she
still
called
home
,
but
which
possessed
the
holiness
of
home
no
longer
.
"
Jem
!
"
said
she
,
as
they
stood
at
the
entrance
to
the
court
,
close
by
Job
Legh
's
door
,
"
you
must
go
in
there
and
wait
half-an-hour
.
Not
less
.
If
in
that
time
I
do
n't
come
back
,
you
go
your
ways
to
your
mother
.
Give
her
my
dear
love
.
I
will
send
by
Margaret
when
I
want
to
see
you
.
"
She
sighed
heavily
.
"
Mary
!
Mary
!
I
cannot
leave
you
.
You
speak
as
coldly
as
if
we
were
to
be
nought
to
each
other
.
And
my
heart
's
bound
up
in
you
.
I
know
why
you
bid
me
keep
away
,
but
—
"
She
put
her
hand
on
his
arm
,
as
he
spoke
in
a
loud
agitated
tone
;
she
looked
into
his
face
with
upbraiding
love
in
her
eyes
,
and
then
she
said
,
while
her
lips
quivered
,
and
he
felt
her
whole
frame
trembling
:
"
Dear
Jem
!
I
often
could
have
told
you
more
of
love
,
if
I
had
not
once
spoken
out
so
free
.
Remember
that
time
,
Jem
,
if
ever
you
think
me
cold
.
Then
,
the
love
that
's
in
my
heart
would
out
in
words
;
but
now
,
though
I
'm
silent
on
the
pain
I
'm
feeling
in
quitting
you
,
the
love
is
in
my
heart
all
the
same
.
But
this
is
not
the
time
to
speak
on
such
things
.
If
I
do
not
do
what
I
feel
to
be
right
now
,
I
may
blame
myself
all
my
life
long
!
Jem
,
you
promised
—
"
And
so
saying
she
left
him
.
She
went
quicker
than
she
would
otherwise
have
passed
over
those
few
yards
of
ground
,
for
fear
he
should
still
try
to
accompany
her
.
Her
hand
was
on
the
latch
,
and
in
a
breath
the
door
was
opened
.
There
sat
her
father
,
still
and
motionless
—
not
even
turning
his
head
to
see
who
had
entered
;
but
perhaps
he
recognised
the
foot-step
,
—
the
trick
of
action
.
He
sat
by
the
fire
;
the
grate
I
should
say
,
for
fire
there
was
none
.
Some
dull
,
gray
ashes
,
negligently
left
,
long
days
ago
,
coldly
choked
up
the
bars
.
He
had
taken
the
accustomed
seat
from
mere
force
of
habit
,
which
ruled
his
automaton-body
.
For
all
energy
,
both
physical
and
mental
,
seemed
to
have
retreated
inwards
to
some
of
the
great
citadels
of
life
,
there
to
do
battle
against
the
Destroyer
,
Conscience
.
His
hands
were
crossed
,
his
fingers
interlaced
;
usually
a
position
implying
some
degree
of
resolution
,
or
strength
;
but
in
him
it
was
so
faintly
maintained
,
that
it
appeared
more
the
result
of
chance
;
an
attitude
requiring
some
application
of
outward
force
to
alter
,
—
and
a
blow
with
a
straw
seemed
as
though
it
would
be
sufficient
.
And
as
for
his
face
,
it
was
sunk
and
worn
,
—
like
a
skull
,
with
yet
a
suffering
expression
that
skulls
have
not
!
Your
heart
would
have
ached
to
have
seen
the
man
,
however
hardly
you
might
have
judged
his
crime
.
But
crime
and
all
was
forgotten
by
his
daughter
,
as
she
saw
his
abashed
look
,
his
smitten
helplessness
.
All
along
she
had
felt
it
difficult
(
as
I
may
have
said
before
)
to
reconcile
the
two
ideas
,
of
her
father
and
a
blood-shedder
.
But
now
it
was
impossible
.
He
was
her
father
!
her
own
dear
father
!
and
in
his
sufferings
,
whatever
their
cause
,
more
dearly
loved
than
ever
before
.
His
crime
was
a
thing
apart
,
never
more
to
be
considered
by
her
.
And
tenderly
did
she
treat
him
,
and
fondly
did
she
serve
him
in
every
way
that
heart
could
devise
,
or
hand
execute
.
She
had
some
money
about
her
,
the
price
of
her
strange
services
as
a
witness
;
and
when
the
lingering
dusk
drew
on
,
she
stole
out
to
effect
some
purchases
necessary
for
her
father
's
comfort
.
For
how
body
and
soul
had
been
kept
together
,
even
as
much
as
they
were
,
during
the
days
he
had
dwelt
alone
,
no
one
can
say
.
The
house
was
bare
as
when
Mary
had
left
it
,
of
coal
,
or
of
candle
,
of
food
,
or
of
blessing
in
any
shape
.
She
came
quickly
home
;
but
as
she
passed
Job
Legh
's
door
,
she
stopped
.
Doubtless
Jem
had
long
since
gone
;
and
doubtless
,
too
,
he
had
given
Margaret
some
good
reason
for
not
intruding
upon
her
friend
for
this
night
at
least
,
otherwise
Mary
would
have
seen
her
before
now
.
But
to-morrow
,
—
would
she
not
come
in
to-morrow
?
And
who
so
quick
as
blind
Margaret
in
noticing
tones
,
and
sighs
,
and
even
silence
?
She
did
not
give
herself
time
for
further
thought
,
her
desire
to
be
once
more
with
her
father
was
too
pressing
;
but
she
opened
the
door
,
before
she
well
knew
what
to
say
.
"
It
's
Mary
Barton
!
I
know
her
by
her
breathing
!
Grandfather
,
it
's
Mary
Barton
!
"
Margaret
's
joy
at
meeting
her
,
the
open
demonstration
of
her
love
,
affected
Mary
much
;
she
could
not
keep
from
crying
,
and
sat
down
weak
and
agitated
on
the
first
chair
she
could
find
.
"
Ay
,
ay
,
Mary
!
thou'rt
looking
a
bit
different
to
when
I
saw
thee
last
.
Thou'lt
give
Jem
and
me
good
characters
for
sick
nurses
,
I
trust
.
If
all
trades
fail
,
I
'll
turn
to
that
.
Jem
's
place
is
for
life
,
I
reckon
.
Nay
,
never
redden
so
,
lass
.
You
and
he
know
each
other
's
minds
by
this
time
!
"
Margaret
held
her
hand
,
and
gently
smiled
into
her
face
.
Job
Legh
took
the
candle
up
,
and
began
a
leisurely
inspection
.
"
Thou
hast
getten
a
bit
of
pink
in
thy
cheeks
,
—
not
much
;
but
when
last
I
saw
thee
,
thy
lips
were
as
white
as
a
sheet
.
Thy
nose
is
sharpish
at
th
'
end
;
thou'rt
more
like
thy
father
than
ever
thou
wert
before
.
Lord
!
child
,
what
's
the
matter
?
Art
thou
going
to
faint
?
"
For
Mary
had
sickened
at
the
mention
of
that
name
;
yet
she
felt
that
now
or
never
was
the
time
to
speak
.
"
Father
's
come
home
!
"
she
said
,
"
but
he
's
very
poorly
;
I
never
saw
him
as
he
is
now
,
before
.
I
asked
Jem
not
to
come
near
him
for
fear
it
might
fidget
him
.
"
She
spoke
hastily
,
and
(
to
her
own
idea
)
in
an
unnatural
manner
.
But
they
did
not
seem
to
notice
it
,
nor
to
take
the
hint
she
had
thrown
out
of
company
being
unacceptable
;
for
Job
Legh
directly
put
down
some
insect
,
which
he
was
impaling
on
a
corking-pin
,
and
exclaimed
,
"
Thy
father
come
home
!
Why
,
Jem
never
said
a
word
of
it
!
And
ailing
too
!
I
'll
go
in
,
and
cheer
him
with
a
bit
of
talk
.
I
ne'er
knew
any
good
come
of
delegating
it
.
"
"
Oh
,
Job
!
father
cannot
stand
—
father
is
too
ill.
Do
n't
come
;
not
but
that
you
're
very
kind
and
good
;
but
to-night
—
indeed
,
"
said
she
at
last
,
in
despair
,
seeing
Job
still
persevere
in
putting
away
his
things
;
"
you
must
not
come
till
I
send
or
come
for
you
.
Father
's
in
that
strange
way
,
I
ca
n't
answer
for
it
if
he
sees
strangers
.
Please
do
n't
come
.
I
'll
come
and
tell
you
every
day
how
he
goes
on
.
I
must
be
off
now
to
see
after
him
.
Dear
Job
!
kind
Job
!
do
n't
be
angry
with
me
.
If
you
knew
all
you
'd
pity
me
.
"
For
Job
was
muttering
away
in
high
dudgeon
,
and
even
Margaret
's
tone
was
altered
as
she
wished
Mary
good
night
.
Just
then
she
could
ill
brook
coldness
from
any
one
,
and
least
of
all
bear
the
idea
of
being
considered
ungrateful
by
so
kind
and
zealous
a
friend
as
Job
had
been
;
so
she
turned
round
suddenly
,
even
when
her
hand
was
on
the
latch
of
the
door
,
and
ran
back
,
and
threw
her
arms
about
his
neck
,
and
kissed
him
first
,
and
then
Margaret
.
And
then
,
the
tears
fast-falling
down
her
cheeks
,
but
no
word
spoken
,
she
hastily
left
the
house
,
and
went
back
to
her
home
.
There
was
no
change
in
her
father
's
position
,
or
in
his
spectral
look
.
He
had
answered
her
questions
(
but
few
in
number
,
for
so
many
subjects
were
unapproachable
)
by
monosyllables
,
and
in
a
weak
,
high
,
childish
voice
;
but
he
had
not
lifted
his
eyes
;
he
could
not
meet
his
daughter
's
look
.
And
she
,
when
she
spoke
,
or
as
she
moved
about
,
avoided
letting
her
eyes
rest
upon
him
.
She
wished
to
be
her
usual
self
;
but
while
every
thing
was
done
with
a
consciousness
of
purpose
,
she
felt
it
was
impossible
.
In
this
manner
things
went
on
for
some
days
.
At
night
he
feebly
clambered
up
stairs
to
bed
;
and
during
those
long
dark
hours
Mary
heard
those
groans
of
agony
which
never
escaped
his
lips
by
day
,
when
they
were
compressed
in
silence
over
his
inward
woe
.
Many
a
time
she
sat
up
listening
,
and
wondering
if
it
would
ease
his
miserable
heart
if
she
went
to
him
,
and
told
him
she
knew
all
,
and
loved
and
pitied
him
more
than
words
could
tell
.
By
day
the
monotonous
hours
wore
on
in
the
same
heavy
,
hushed
manner
as
on
that
first
dreary
afternoon
.
He
ate
,
—
but
without
relish
;
and
food
seemed
no
longer
to
nourish
him
,
for
each
morning
his
face
had
caught
more
of
the
ghastly
fore-shadowing
of
Death
.
The
neighbours
kept
strangely
aloof
.
Of
late
years
John
Barton
had
had
a
repellent
power
about
him
,
felt
by
all
,
except
to
the
few
who
had
either
known
him
in
his
better
and
happier
days
,
or
those
to
whom
he
had
given
his
sympathy
and
his
confidence
.
People
did
not
care
to
enter
the
doors
of
one
whose
very
depth
of
thoughtfulness
rendered
him
moody
and
stern
.
And
now
they
contented
themselves
with
a
kind
inquiry
when
they
saw
Mary
in
her
goings-out
or
in
her
comings-in
.
With
her
oppressing
knowledge
,
she
imagined
their
reserved
conduct
stranger
than
it
was
in
reality
.
She
missed
Job
and
Margaret
too
;
who
,
in
all
former
times
of
sorrow
or
anxiety
since
their
acquaintance
first
began
,
had
been
ready
with
their
sympathy
.
But
most
of
all
she
missed
the
delicious
luxury
she
had
lately
enjoyed
in
having
Jem
's
tender
love
at
hand
every
hour
of
the
day
,
to
ward
off
every
wind
of
heaven
,
and
every
disturbing
thought
.
She
knew
he
was
often
hovering
about
the
house
;
though
the
knowledge
seemed
to
come
more
by
intuition
,
than
by
any
positive
sight
or
sound
for
the
first
day
or
two
.
On
the
third
day
she
met
him
at
Job
Legh
's
.
They
received
her
with
every
effort
of
cordiality
;
but
still
there
was
a
cobweb-veil
of
separation
between
them
,
to
which
Mary
was
morbidly
acute
;
while
in
Jem
's
voice
,
and
eyes
,
and
manner
,
there
was
every
evidence
of
most
passionate
,
most
admiring
,
and
most
trusting
love
.
The
trust
was
shown
by
his
respectful
silence
on
that
one
point
of
reserve
on
which
she
had
interdicted
conversation
.
He
left
Job
Legh
's
house
when
she
did
.
They
lingered
on
the
step
,
he
holding
her
hand
between
both
of
his
,
as
loth
to
let
her
go
;
he
questioned
her
as
to
when
he
should
see
her
again
.
"
Mother
does
so
want
to
see
you
,
"
whispered
he
.
"
Can
you
come
to
see
her
to-morrow
?
or
when
?
"
"
I
cannot
tell
,
"
replied
she
,
softly
.
"
Not
yet
.
Wait
awhile
;
perhaps
only
a
little
while
.
Dear
Jem
,
I
must
go
to
him
,
—
dearest
Jem
.
"
The
next
day
,
the
fourth
from
Mary
's
return
home
,
as
she
was
sitting
near
the
window
,
sadly
dreaming
over
some
work
,
she
caught
a
glimpse
of
the
last
person
she
wished
to
see
—
of
Sally
Leadbitter
!
She
was
evidently
coming
to
their
house
;
another
moment
,
and
she
tapped
at
the
door
.
John
Barton
gave
an
anxious
,
uneasy
side-glance
.
Mary
knew
that
if
she
delayed
answering
the
knock
,
Sally
would
not
scruple
to
enter
;
so
as
hastily
as
if
the
visit
had
been
desired
,
she
opened
the
door
,
and
stood
there
with
the
latch
in
her
hand
,
barring
up
all
entrance
,
and
as
much
as
possible
obstructing
all
curious
glances
into
the
interior
.
"
Well
,
Mary
Barton
!
You
're
home
at
last
!
I
heard
you
'd
getten
home
;
so
I
thought
I
'd
just
step
over
and
hear
the
news
.
"
She
was
bent
on
coming
in
,
and
saw
Mary
's
preventive
design
.
So
she
stood
on
tip-toe
,
looking
over
Mary
's
shoulders
into
the
room
where
she
suspected
a
lover
to
be
lurking
;
but
instead
,
she
saw
only
the
figure
of
the
stern
,
gloomy
father
she
had
always
been
in
the
habit
of
avoiding
;
and
she
dropped
down
again
,
content
to
carry
on
the
conversation
where
Mary
chose
,
and
as
Mary
chose
,
in
whispers
.
"
So
the
old
governor
is
back
again
,
eh
?
And
what
does
he
say
to
all
your
fine
doings
at
Liverpool
,
and
before
?
—
you
and
I
know
where
.
You
ca
n't
hide
it
now
,
Mary
,
for
it
's
all
in
print
.
"
Mary
gave
a
low
moan
,
—
and
then
implored
Sally
to
change
the
subject
;
for
unpleasant
as
it
always
was
,
it
was
doubly
unpleasant
in
the
manner
in
which
she
was
treating
it
.
If
they
had
been
alone
,
Mary
would
have
borne
it
patiently
,
—
or
so
she
thought
,
—
but
now
she
felt
almost
certain
her
father
was
listening
;
there
was
a
subdued
breathing
,
a
slight
bracing-up
of
the
listless
attitude
.
But
there
was
no
arresting
Sally
's
curiosity
to
hear
all
she
could
respecting
the
adventures
Mary
had
experienced
.
She
,
in
common
with
the
rest
of
Miss
Simmonds
'
young
ladies
,
was
almost
jealous
of
the
fame
that
Mary
had
obtained
;
to
herself
,
such
miserable
notoriety
.
"
Nay
!
there
's
no
use
shunning
talking
it
over
.
Why
!
it
was
in
the
Guardian
,
—
and
the
Courier
,
—
and
some
one
told
Jane
Hodson
it
was
even
copied
into
a
London
paper
.
You
've
set
up
heroine
on
your
own
account
,
Mary
Barton
.
How
did
you
like
standing
witness
?
Ar'
n't
them
lawyers
impudent
things
?
staring
at
one
so
.
I
'll
be
bound
you
wished
you
'd
taken
my
offer
,
and
borrowed
my
black
watered
scarf
!
Now
did
n't
you
,
Mary
?
Speak
truth
!
"
"
To
tell
truth
,
I
never
thought
about
it
then
,
Sally
.
How
could
I
?
"
asked
she
,
reproachfully
.
"
Oh
—
I
forgot
.
You
were
all
for
that
stupid
James
Wilson
.
Well
!
if
I
've
ever
the
luck
to
go
witness
on
a
trial
,
see
if
I
do
n't
pick
up
a
better
beau
than
the
prisoner
.
I
'll
aim
at
a
lawyer
's
clerk
,
but
I
'll
not
take
less
than
a
turnkey
.
"
Cast
down
as
Mary
was
,
she
could
hardly
keep
from
smiling
at
the
idea
,
so
wildly
incongruous
with
the
scene
she
had
really
undergone
,
of
looking
out
for
admirers
during
a
trial
for
murder
.
"
I
'd
no
thought
to
be
looking
out
for
beaux
,
I
can
assure
you
,
Sally
.
—
But
do
n't
let
us
talk
any
more
about
it
;
I
ca
n't
bear
to
think
on
it
.
How
is
Miss
Simmonds
?
and
everybody
?
"
"
Oh
,
very
well
;
and
by
the
way
she
gave
me
a
bit
of
a
message
for
you
.
You
may
come
back
to
work
if
you
'll
behave
yourself
,
she
says
.
I
told
you
she
'd
be
glad
to
have
you
back
,
after
all
this
piece
of
business
,
by
way
of
tempting
people
to
come
to
her
shop
.
They
'd
come
from
Salford
to
have
a
peep
at
you
,
for
six
months
at
least
.
"
"
Do
n't
talk
so
;
I
cannot
come
,
I
can
never
face
Miss
Simmonds
again
.
And
even
if
I
could
—
"
she
stopped
,
and
blushed
.
"
Ay
!
I
know
what
you
're
thinking
on
.
But
that
will
not
be
this
some
time
,
as
he
's
turned
off
from
the
foundry
,
—
you
'd
better
think
twice
afore
refusing
Miss
Simmonds
'
offer
.
"
"
Turned
off
from
the
foundry
!
Jem
?
"
cried
Mary
.
"
To
be
sure
!
did
n't
you
know
it
?
Decent
men
were
not
going
to
work
with
a
—
no
!
I
suppose
I
must
n't
say
it
,
seeing
you
went
to
such
trouble
to
get
up
an
alibi
;
not
that
I
should
think
much
the
worse
of
a
spirited
young
fellow
for
falling
foul
of
a
rival
,
—
they
always
do
at
the
theatre
.
"
But
Mary
's
thoughts
were
with
Jem
.
How
good
he
had
been
never
to
name
his
dismissal
to
her
.
How
much
he
had
had
to
endure
for
her
sake
!
"
Tell
me
all
about
it
,
"
she
gasped
out
.
"
Why
,
you
see
,
they
've
always
swords
quite
handy
at
them
plays
,
"
began
Sally
;
but
Mary
,
with
an
impatient
shake
of
her
head
,
interrupted
,
"
About
Jem
,
—
about
Jem
,
I
want
to
know
.
"
"
Oh
!
I
do
n't
pretend
to
know
more
than
is
in
every
one
's
mouth
:
he
's
turned
away
from
the
foundry
,
because
folks
do
n't
think
you
've
cleared
him
outright
of
the
murder
;
though
perhaps
the
jury
were
loth
to
hang
him
.
Old
Mr.
Carson
is
savage
against
judge
and
jury
,
and
lawyers
and
all
,
as
I
heard
.
"
"
I
must
go
to
him
,
I
must
go
to
him
,
"
repeated
Mary
,
in
a
hurried
manner
.
"
He
'll
tell
you
all
I
've
said
is
true
,
and
not
a
word
of
lie
,
"
replied
Sally
.
"
So
I
'll
not
give
your
answer
to
Miss
Simmonds
,
but
leave
you
to
think
twice
about
it
.
Good
afternoon
!
"
Mary
shut
the
door
,
and
turned
into
the
house
.
Her
father
sat
in
the
same
attitude
;
the
old
unchanging
attitude
.
Only
his
head
was
more
bowed
towards
the
ground
.
She
put
on
her
bonnet
to
go
to
Ancoats
;
for
see
,
and
question
,
and
comfort
,
and
worship
Jem
,
she
must
.
As
she
hung
about
her
father
for
an
instant
before
leaving
him
,
he
spoke
—
voluntarily
spoke
for
the
first
time
since
her
return
;
but
his
head
was
drooping
so
low
she
could
not
hear
what
he
said
,
so
she
stooped
down
;
and
after
a
moment
's
pause
,
he
repeated
the
words
,
"
Tell
Jem
Wilson
to
come
here
at
eight
o'clock
to-night
.
"
Could
he
have
overheard
her
conversation
with
Sally
Leadbitter
?
They
had
whispered
low
,
she
thought
.
Pondering
on
this
,
and
many
other
things
,
she
reached
Ancoats
.
CHAPTER
XXXV
.
"
FORGIVE
US
OUR
TRESPASSES
.
"
"
Oh
,
had
he
lived
,
Replied
Rusilla
,
never
penitence
Had
equalled
his
!
full
well
I
know
his
heart
,
Vehement
in
all
things
.
He
would
on
himself
Have
wreaked
such
penance
as
had
reached
the
height
Of
fleshly
suffering
,
—
yea
,
which
being
told
,
With
its
portentous
rigour
should
have
made
The
memory
of
his
fault
,
o'erpowered
and
lost
In
shuddering
pity
and
astonishment
,
Fade
like
a
feeble
horror
.
"
Southey
's
"
Roderick
.
"
As
Mary
was
turning
into
the
street
where
the
Wilsons
lived
,
Jem
overtook
her
.
He
came
upon
her
suddenly
,
and
she
started
.
"
You
're
going
to
see
mother
?
"
he
asked
tenderly
,
placing
her
arm
within
his
,
and
slackening
his
pace
.
"
Yes
,
and
you
too
.
Oh
,
Jem
,
is
it
true
?
tell
me
.
"
She
felt
rightly
that
he
would
guess
the
meaning
of
her
only
half
expressed
inquiry
.
He
hesitated
a
moment
before
he
answered
her
.
"
Darling
,
it
is
;
it
's
no
use
hiding
it
—
if
you
mean
that
I
'm
no
longer
to
work
at
Duncombe
's
foundry
.
It
's
no
time
(
to
my
mind
)
to
have
secrets
from
each
other
,
though
I
did
not
name
it
yesterday
,
thinking
you
might
fret
.
I
shall
soon
get
work
again
,
never
fear
.
"
"
But
why
did
they
turn
you
off
,
when
the
jury
had
said
you
were
innocent
?
"
"
It
was
not
just
to
say
turned
off
,
though
I
do
n't
think
I
could
have
well
stayed
on
.
A
good
number
of
the
men
managed
to
let
out
they
should
not
like
to
work
under
me
again
;
there
were
some
few
who
knew
me
well
enough
to
feel
I
could
not
have
done
it
,
but
more
were
doubtful
;
and
one
spoke
to
young
Mr.
Duncombe
,
hinting
at
what
they
thought
.
"
"
Oh
Jem
!
what
a
shame
!
"
said
Mary
,
with
mournful
indignation
.
"
Nay
,
darling
!
I
'm
not
for
blaming
them
.
Poor
fellows
like
them
have
nought
to
stand
upon
and
be
proud
of
but
their
character
,
and
it
's
fitting
they
should
take
care
of
that
,
and
keep
that
free
from
soil
and
taint
.
"
"
But
you
,
—
what
could
they
get
but
good
from
you
?
They
might
have
known
you
by
this
time
.
"
"
So
some
do
;
the
overlooker
,
I
'm
sure
,
would
know
I
'm
innocent
.
Indeed
,
he
said
as
much
to-day
;
and
