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THE CHIMES. |
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order: but with some traces on him, too, of having been a man of good proportion and good features in his youth.
He stopped until he had her leave to enter; and she, retiring a pace or two from the open door, silently and sorrowfully looked upon him. Trotty had his wish. He saw Richard.
" May I come in, Margaret ?" •
" Yes ! Come in. Come in !"
It was well that Trotty knew him before he spoke; for with any doubt remaining on his mind, the harsh discordant voice would have persuaded him that it was not Richard but some other man.
There were but two chairs in the room. She gave him hers, and stood at some short distance from him, waiting to hear what he had to say.
He sat, however, staring vacantly at the floor; with a lustreless and stupid smile. A spectacle of such deep degradation, of such abject hopelessness, of such a miserable downfall, that she put her hands before her face and turned away, lest he should see how much it moved her.
Roused by the rustling of her dress, or some such trifling sound, he lifted his head, and began to speak as if there had been no pause since he entered.
" Still at work, Margaret ? You work late."
" I generally do."
" And early ?"
" And early."
" So she said. She said you never tired; or never owned that you tired. Not all the time you lived together. Nor even when you fainted, between work and fasting. But I told you that, the last time I came."
"You did," she answered. "And I implored you to tell me nothing more; and you made me a solemn promise, Richard, that you never would."
"A solemn promise," he repeated, with a drivelling laugh and vacant stare. "A solemn promise. To be sure. A solemn promise !" Awakening, as it were, after a time; in the same manner as before; he said with sudden animation,
" How can I help it, Margaret ? What am I to do ? She has been to me again ! "
"Again !" cried Meg, clasping her hands. "0, does she think of me so often ! Has she been again ! "
"Twenty times again," said Richard. "Margaret, she haunts me. She comes behind me in the street, and thrusts it in mv hand. I hear her foot upon the ashes when I'm at my work (ah, |
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