\"i\"m afraid you\"re much worse. but i could not hāve e yesterday, mymother was so ill--for many reasons,\" said margaret, colouring.

\"yo\"d m\"appen think i went beyond my place in sending mary for yo\".

but the wranglin\" and the loud voices had just torn me to pieces, and ithought when father left, oh! if i could just hear her voice, reading mesome words o\" peace and promise, i could die away into the silence andrest o\" god, lust as a babby is hushed up to sleep by its mother\"s lullaby.\"

\"shall i read you a chapter, now?\"

\"ay, do! m\"appen i shan\"t listen to th\" sense, at first; it will seem faraway--but when yo\" e to words i like--to th\" forting texts--it\"llseem close in my ear, and going through me as it were.\"

margaret began. bessy tossed to and fro. if, by an effort, she attendedfor one moment, it seemed as though she were convulsed into doublerestlessness the ne at last, she burst out \"don\"t go on reading. it\"s nouse. i\"m blaspheming all the time in my mind, wi\" thinking angrily onwhat canna be helped.--yo\"d hear of th\" riot, m\"appen, yesterday atmarlborough mills? thornton\"s factory, yo\" know.\"

\"your father was not there, was he?\" said margaret, colouring deep.

\"not he. he\"d ha\" given his right hand if it had never e to pass. it\"sthat that\"s fretting me. he\"s fairly knocked down in his mind by it. it\"sno use telling him, fools will always break out o bounds. yo\" never sawa man so down-hearted as he is.\"

\"but why?\" asked margaret. \"i don\"t understand.\"

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