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Men and Brothers

           TheylookedatStephen’swornface,renderedmorepatheticbythehomelyemotionsitevinced;and,inthekindnessoftheirnature,theyweremoresorrythanindignant.

           ‘’TisthisDelegate’stradefort’speak,’saidStephen,‘an’he’spaidfor’t,an’heknowshiswork.Lethimkeepto’t.LethimgivenoheedtowhatIhahad’ntobear.That’snotforhim.That’snotfornobbodybutme.’

           Therewasapropriety,nottosayadignityinthesewords,thatmadethehearersyetmorequietandattentive.Thesamestrongvoicecalledout,‘Slackbridge,letthemanbeheern,andhowdtheetongue!’Thentheplacewaswonderfullystill.

           ‘Mybrothers,’saidStephen,whoselowvoicewasdistinctlyheard,‘andmyfellow-workmenforthatyoaretome,thoughnot,asIknowson,tothisdelegatehereIhabutawordtosen,andIcouldsennommoreifIwastospeaktillStrikeo’day.Iknowweel,awwhat’saforeme.Iknowweelthatyoawresolvetohanommoreadowi’amanwhoisnotwi’yointhismatther.IknowweelthatifIwasalyinparishti’th’road,yo’dfeelitrighttopassmeby,asaforrennerandstranger.WhatIhagetn,Imunmakth’beston.’

           ‘StephenBlackpool,’saidthechairman,rising,‘thinkon’tagen.Thinkon’tonceagen,lad,aforethou’rtshunnedbyawowdfriends.’

           Therewasanuniversalmurmurtothesameeffect,thoughnomanarticulatedaword.EveryeyewasfixedonStephen’sface.Torepentofhisdetermination,wouldbetotakealoadfromalltheirminds.

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