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Hearing the Last of it

           

           ‘Youwanttohearofme,mydear?That’ssomethingnew,Iamsure,whenanybodywantstohearofme.Notatallwell,Louisa.Veryfaintandgiddy.’

           ‘Areyouinpain,dearmother?’

           ‘Ithinkthere’sapainsomewhereintheroom,’saidMrs.Gradgrind,‘butIcouldn’tpositivelysaythatIhavegotit.’

           Afterthisstrangespeech,shelaysilentforsometime.Louisa,holdingherhand,couldfeelnopulse;butkissingit,couldseeaslightthinthreadoflifeinflutteringmotion.

           ‘Youveryseldomseeyoursister,’saidMrs.Gradgrind.‘Shegrowslikeyou.Iwishyouwouldlookather.Sissy,bringherhere.’

           Shewasbrought,andstoodwithherhandinhersister’s.LouisahadobservedherwithherarmroundSissy’sneck,andshefeltthedifferenceofthisapproach.

           ‘Doyouseethelikeness,Louisa?’

           ‘Yes,mother.Ishouldthinkherlikeme.But

           ‘Eh!Yes,Ialwayssayso,’Mrs.Gradgrindcried,withunexpectedquickness.‘Andthatremindsme.IIwanttospeaktoyou,mydear.Sissy,mygoodgirl,leaveusaloneaminute.’Louisahadrelinquishedthehand:hadthoughtthathersister’swasabetterandbrighterfacethanhershadeverbeen:hadseeninit,notwithoutarisingfeelingofresentment,eveninthatplaceandatthattime,somethingofthegentlenessoftheotherfaceintheroom;thesweetfacewiththetrustingeyes,madepalerthanwatchingandsympathymadeit,bytherichdarkhair.

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