hard times(艰难时世)-第71章
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the streets； signed with her father’s name； exonerating the late
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Stephen Blackpool； weaver； from misplaced suspicion； and
publishing the guilt of his own son； with such extenuation as his
years and temptation （he could not bring himself to add； his
education） might beseech； were of the Present。 So； Stephen
Blackpool’s tombstone； with her father’s record of his death； was
almost of the Present； for she knew it was to be。 These things she
could plainly see。 But； how much of the Future？
A working woman； christened Rachael； after a long illness once
again appearing at the ringing of the Factory bell； and passing to
and fro at the set hours； among the Coketown Hands； a woman of
a pensive beauty； always dressed in black； but sweet…tempered
and serene； and even cheerful； who； of all the people in the place；
alone appeared to have compassion on a degraded； drunken
wretch of her own sex； who was sometimes seen in the town
secretly begging of her； and crying to her； a woman working； ever
working； but content to do it； and preferring to do it as her natural
lot； until she should be too old to labour any more？ Did Louisa see
this？ Such a thing was to be。
A lonely brother； many thousands of miles away； writing； on
paper blotted with tears； that her words had too soon come true；
and that all the treasures in the world would be cheaply bartered
for a sight of her dear face？ At length this brother coming nearer
home； with hope of seeing her； and being delayed by illness； and
then a letter； in a strange hand； saying “he died in hospital； of
fever； such a day； and died in penitence and love of you： his last
word being your name？” Did Louisa see these things？ Such things
were to be。
Herself again a wife—a mother—lovingly watchful of her
children； ever careful that they should have a childhood of the
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mind no less than a childhood of the body； as knowing it to be
even a more beautiful thing； and a possession； any hoarded scrap
of which； is a blessing and happiness to the wisest？ Did Louisa see
this？ Such a thing was never to be。
But； happy Sissy’s happy children loving her； all children loving
her； she； grown learned in childish love； thinking no innocent and
pretty fancy ever to be despised； trying hard to know her humbler
fellow creatures； and beautify their lives of machinery and reality
with those imaginative graces and delights； without which the
heart of infancy will wither up； the sturdiest physical manhood
will be morally stark death； and the plainest national prosperity
figures can show； will be the Writing on the Wall—she holding this
course as part of no fantastic vow； or bond； or brotherhood； or
sisterhood； or pledge； or covenant； or fancy dress； or fancy fair； but
simply as a duty to be done；—Did Louisa see these things of
herself？ These things were to be。
Dear reader！ It rests with you and me； whether； in our two
fields of action； similar things shall be or not。 Let them be！ We
shall sit with lighter bosoms on the hearth； to see the ashes of our
fires turn grey and cold。
The End
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