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by Dickens, Charles


  blow.

  The factory-bells had need to ring their loudest that morning to

  disperse the groups of workers who stood in the tardy daybreak,

  collected round the placards, devouring them with eager eyes. Not

  the least eager of the eyes assembled, were the eyes of those who

  could not read. These people, as they listened to the friendly

  voice that read aloud - there was always some such ready to help

  them - stared at the characters which meant so much with a vague

  awe and respect that would have been half ludicrous, if any aspect

  of public ignorance could ever be otherwise than threatening and

  full of evil. Many ears and eyes were busy with a vision of the

  matter of these placards, among turning spindles, rattling looms,

  and whirling wheels, for hours afterwards; and when the Hands

  cleared out again into the streets, there were still as many

  readers as before.

  Slackbridge, the delegate, had to address his audience too that

  night; and Slackbridge had obtained a clean bill from the printer,

  and had brought it in his pocket. Oh, my friends and fellowcountrymen,

  the down-trodden operatives of Coketown, oh, my fellowbrothers

  and fellow-workmen and fellow-citizens and fellowmen, what

  a to-do was there, when Slackbridge unfolded what he called 'that

  damning document,' and held it up to the gaze, and for the

  execration of the working-man community! 'Oh, my fellow-men,

  behold of what a traitor in the camp of those great spirits who are

  enrolled upon the holy scroll of Justice and of Union, is

  appropriately capable! Oh, my prostrate friends, with the galling

  yoke of tyrants on your necks and the iron foot of despotism

  treading down your fallen forms into the dust of the earth, upon

  which right glad would your oppressors be to see you creeping on

  your bellies all the days of your lives, like the serpent in the

  garden - oh, my brothers, and shall I as a man not add, my sisters

  too, what do you say, now, of Stephen Blackpool, with a slight

  stoop in his shoulders and about five foot seven in height, as set

  forth in this degrading and disgusting document, this blighting

  bill, this pernicious placard, this abominable advertisement; and

  with what majesty of denouncement will you crush the viper, who

  would bring this stain and shame upon the God-like race that

  happily has cast him out for ever! Yes, my compatriots, happily

  cast him out and sent him forth! For you remember how he stood

  here before you on this platform; you remember how, face to face

  and foot to foot, I pursued him through all his intricate windings;

  you remember how he sneaked and slunk, and sidled, and splitted of

  straws, until, with not an inch of ground to which to cling, I

  hurled him out from amongst us: an object for the undying finger

  of scorn to point at, and for the avenging fire of every free and

  thinking mind to scorch and scar! And now, my friends - my

  labouring friends, for I rejoice and triumph in that stigma - my

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  friends whose hard but honest beds are made in toil, and whose

  scanty but independent pots are boiled in hardship; and now, I say,

  my friends, what appellation has that dastard craven taken to

  himself, when, with the mask torn from his features, he stands

  before us in all his native deformity, a What? A thief! A

  plunderer! A proscribed fugitive, with a price upon his head; a

  fester and a wound upon the noble character of the Coketown

  operative! Therefore, my band of brothers in a sacred bond, to

  which your children and your children's children yet unborn have

  set their infant hands and seals, I propose to you on the part of

  the United Aggregate Tribunal, ever watchful for your welfare, ever

  zealous for your benefit, that this meeting does Resolve: That

  Stephen Blackpool, weaver, referred to in this placard, having been

  already solemnly disowned by the community of Coketown Hands, the

  same are free from the shame of his misdeeds, and cannot as a class

  be reproached with his dishonest actions!'

  Thus Slackbridge; gnashing and perspiring after a prodigious sort.

  A few stern voices called out 'No!' and a score or two hailed, with

  assenting cries of 'Hear, hear!' the caution from one man,

  'Slackbridge, y'or over hetter in't; y'or a goen too fast!' But

  these were pigmies against an army; the general assemblage

  subscribed to the gospel according to Slackbridge, and gave three

  cheers for him, as he sat demonstratively panting at them.

  These men and women were yet in the streets, passing quietly to

  their homes, when Sissy, who had been called away from Louisa some

  minutes before, returned.

  'Who is it?' asked Louisa.

  'It is Mr. Bounderby,' said Sissy, timid of the name, 'and your

  brother Mr. Tom, and a young woman who says her name is Rachael,

  and that you know her.'

  'What do they want, Sissy dear?'

  'They want to see you. Rachael has been crying, and seems angry.'

  'Father,' said Louisa, for he was present, 'I cannot refuse to see

  them, for a reason that will explain itself. Shall they come in

  here?'

  As he answered in the affirmative, Sissy went away to bring them.

  She reappeared with them directly. Tom was last; and remained

  standing in the obscurest part of the room, near the door.

  'Mrs. Bounderby,' said her husband, entering with a cool nod, 'I

  don't disturb you, I hope. This is an unseasonable hour, but here

  is a young woman who has been making statements which render my

  visit necessary. Tom Gradgrind, as your son, young Tom, refuses

  for some obstinate reason or other to say anything at all about

  those statements, good or bad, I am obliged to confront her with

  your daughter.'

  'You have seen me once before, young lady,' said Rachael, standing

  in front of Louisa.

  Tom coughed.

  'You have seen me, young lady,' repeated Rachael, as she did not

  answer, 'once before.'

  Tom coughed again.

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  'I have.'

  Rachael cast her eyes proudly towards Mr. Bounderby, and said,

  'Will you make it known, young lady, where, and who was there?'

  'I went to the house where Stephen Blackpool lodged, on the night

  of his discharge from his work, and I saw you there. He was there

  too; and an old woman who did not speak, and whom I could scarcely

  see, stood in a dark corner. My brother was with me.'

  'Why couldn't you say so, young Tom?' demanded Bounderby.

  'I promised my sister I wouldn't.' Which Louisa hastily confirmed.

  'And besides,' said the whelp bitterly, 'she tells her own story so

  precious well - and so full - that what business had I to take it

  out of her mouth!'

  'Say, young lady, if you please,' pursued Rachael, 'why, in an evil

  hour, you ever came to Stephen's that night.'

  'I felt compassion for him,' said Louisa, her colour deepening,

  'and I wished to know what he was going to do, and wished to offer

  him as
sistance.'

  'Thank you, ma'am,' said Bounderby. 'Much flattered and obliged.'

  'Did you offer him,' asked Rachael, 'a bank-note?'

  'Yes; but he refused it, and would only take two pounds in gold.'

  Rachael cast her eyes towards Mr. Bounderby again.

  'Oh, certainly!' said Bounderby. 'If you put the question whether

  your ridiculous and improbable account was true or not, I am bound

  to say it's confirmed.'

  'Young lady,' said Rachael, 'Stephen Blackpool is now named as a

  thief in public print all over this town, and where else! There

  have been a meeting to-night where he have been spoken of in the

  same shameful way. Stephen! The honestest lad, the truest lad,

  the best!' Her indignation failed her, and she broke off sobbing.

  'I am very, very sorry,' said Louisa.

  'Oh, young lady, young lady,' returned Rachael, 'I hope you may be,

  but I don't know! I can't say what you may ha' done! The like of

  you don't know us, don't care for us, don't belong to us. I am not

  sure why you may ha' come that night. I can't tell but what you

  may ha' come wi' some aim of your own, not mindin to what trouble

  you brought such as the poor lad. I said then, Bless you for

  coming; and I said it of my heart, you seemed to take so pitifully

  to him; but I don't know now, I don't know!'

  Louisa could not reproach her for her unjust suspicions; she was so

  faithful to her idea of the man, and so afflicted.

  'And when I think,' said Rachael through her sobs, 'that the poor

  lad was so grateful, thinkin you so good to him - when I mind that

  he put his hand over his hard-worken face to hide the tears that

  you brought up there - Oh, I hope you may be sorry, and ha' no bad

  cause to be it; but I don't know, I don't know!'

  'You're a pretty article,' growled the whelp, moving uneasily in

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  his dark corner, 'to come here with these precious imputations!

  You ought to be bundled out for not knowing how to behave yourself,

  and you would be by rights.'

  She said nothing in reply; and her low weeping was the only sound

  that was heard, until Mr. Bounderby spoke.

  'Come!' said he, 'you know what you have engaged to do. You had

  better give your mind to that; not this.'

  ''Deed, I am loath,' returned Rachael, drying her eyes, 'that any

  here should see me like this; but I won't be seen so again. Young

  lady, when I had read what's put in print of Stephen - and what has

  just as much truth in it as if it had been put in print of you - I

  went straight to the Bank to say I knew where Stephen was, and to

  give a sure and certain promise that he should be here in two days.

  I couldn't meet wi' Mr. Bounderby then, and your brother sent me

  away, and I tried to find you, but you was not to be found, and I

  went back to work. Soon as I come out of the Mill to-night, I

  hastened to hear what was said of Stephen - for I know wi' pride he

  will come back to shame it! - and then I went again to seek Mr.

  Bounderby, and I found him, and I told him every word I knew; and

  he believed no word I said, and brought me here.'

  'So far, that's true enough,' assented Mr. Bounderby, with his

  hands in his pockets and his hat on. 'But I have known you people

  before to-day, you'll observe, and I know you never die for want of

  talking. Now, I recommend you not so much to mind talking just

  now, as doing. You have undertaken to do something; all I remark

  upon that at present is, do it!'

  'I have written to Stephen by the post that went out this

  afternoon, as I have written to him once before sin' he went away,'

  said Rachael; 'and he will be here, at furthest, in two days.'

  'Then, I'll tell you something. You are not aware perhaps,'

  retorted Mr. Bounderby, 'that you yourself have been looked after

  now and then, not being considered quite free from suspicion in

  this business, on account of most people being judged according to

  the company they keep. The post-office hasn't been forgotten

  either. What I'll tell you is, that no letter to Stephen Blackpool

  has ever got into it. Therefore, what has become of yours, I leave

  you to guess. Perhaps you're mistaken, and never wrote any.'

  'He hadn't been gone from here, young lady,' said Rachael, turning

  appealingly to Louisa, 'as much as a week, when he sent me the only

  letter I have had from him, saying that he was forced to seek work

  in another name.'

  'Oh, by George!' cried Bounderby, shaking his head, with a whistle,

  'he changes his name, does he! That's rather unlucky, too, for

  such an immaculate chap. It's considered a little suspicious in

  Courts of Justice, I believe, when an Innocent happens to have many

  names.'

  'What,' said Rachael, with the tears in her eyes again, 'what,

  young lady, in the name of Mercy, was left the poor lad to do! The

  masters against him on one hand, the men against him on the other,

  he only wantin to work hard in peace, and do what he felt right.

  Can a man have no soul of his own, no mind of his own? Must he go

  wrong all through wi' this side, or must he go wrong all through

  wi' that, or else be hunted like a hare?'

  'Indeed, indeed, I pity him from my heart,' returned Louisa; 'and I

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  hope that he will clear himself.'

  'You need have no fear of that, young lady. He is sure!'

  'All the surer, I suppose,' said Mr. Bounderby, 'for your refusing

  to tell where he is? Eh?'

  'He shall not, through any act of mine, come back wi' the unmerited

  reproach of being brought back. He shall come back of his own

  accord to clear himself, and put all those that have injured his

  good character, and he not here for its defence, to shame. I have

  told him what has been done against him,' said Rachael, throwing

  off all distrust as a rock throws of the sea, 'and he will be here,

  at furthest, in two days.'

  'Notwithstanding which,' added Mr. Bounderby, 'if he can be laid

  hold of any sooner, he shall have an earlier opportunity of

  clearing himself. As to you, I have nothing against you; what you

  came and told me turns out to be true, and I have given you the

  means of proving it to be true, and there's an end of it. I wish

  you good night all! I must be off to look a little further into

  this.'

  Tom came out of his corner when Mr. Bounderby moved, moved with

  him, kept close to him, and went away with him. The only parting

  salutation of which he delivered himself was a sulky 'Good night,

  father!' With a brief speech, and a scowl at his sister, he left

  the house.

  Since his sheet-anchor had come home, Mr. Gradgrind had been

  sparing of speech. He still sat silent, when Louisa mildly said:

  'Rachael, you will not distrust me one day, when you know me

  better.'

  'It goes against me,' Rachael answered, in a gentler manner, 'to

  mistrust any one; but when I am so mistrusted - when we all are - I

  cannot keep such things quite out of my mind. I ask your pardon
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  for having done you an injury. I don't think what I said now. Yet

  I might come to think it again, wi' the poor lad so wronged.'

  'Did you tell him in your letter,' inquired Sissy, 'that suspicion

  seemed to have fallen upon him, because he had been seen about the

  Bank at night? He would then know what he would have to explain on

  coming back, and would be ready.'

  'Yes, dear,' she returned; 'but I can't guess what can have ever

  taken him there. He never used to go there. It was never in his

  way. His way was the same as mine, and not near it.'

  Sissy had already been at her side asking her where she lived, and

  whether she might come to-morrow night, to inquire if there were

  news of him.

  'I doubt,' said Rachael, 'if he can be here till next day.'

  'Then I will come next night too,' said Sissy.

  When Rachael, assenting to this, was gone, Mr. Gradgrind lifted up

  his head, and said to his daughter:

  'Louisa, my dear, I have never, that I know of, seen this man. Do

  you believe him to be implicated?'

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  'I think I have believed it, father, though with great difficulty.

  I do not believe it now.'

  'That is to say, you once persuaded yourself to believe it, from

  knowing him to be suspected. His appearance and manner; are they

  so honest?'

  'Very honest.'

  'And her confidence not to be shaken! I ask myself,' said Mr.

  Gradgrind, musing, 'does the real culprit know of these

  accusations? Where is he? Who is he?'

  His hair had latterly began to change its colour. As he leaned

  upon his hand again, looking gray and old, Louisa, with a face of

  fear and pity, hurriedly went over to him, and sat close at his

  side. Her eyes by accident met Sissy's at the moment. Sissy

  flushed and started, and Louisa put her finger on her lip.

  Next night, when Sissy returned home and told Louisa that Stephen

  was not come, she told it in a whisper. Next night again, when she

  came home with the same account, and added that he had not been

  heard of, she spoke in the same low frightened tone. From the

  moment of that interchange of looks, they never uttered his name,

  or any reference to him, aloud; nor ever pursued the subject of the

  robbery, when Mr. Gradgrind spoke of it.

  The two appointed days ran out, three days and nights ran out, and

  Stephen Blackpool was not come, and remained unheard of. On the

 

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