Found

           Dayandnightagain,dayandnightagain.NoStephenBlackpool.Wherewastheman,andwhydidhenotcomeback?

           Everynight,SissywenttoRachael’slodging,andsatwithherinhersmallneatroom.Allday,Rachaeltoiledassuchpeoplemusttoil,whatevertheiranxieties.Thesmoke-serpentswereindifferentwhowaslostorfound,whoturnedoutbadorgood;themelancholymadelephants,liketheHardFactmen,abatednothingoftheirsetroutine,whateverhappened.Dayandnightagain,dayandnightagain.Themonotonywasunbroken.EvenStephenBlackpool’sdisappearancewasfallingintothegeneralway,andbecomingasmonotonousawonderasanypieceofmachineryinCoketown.

           ‘Imisdoubt,’saidRachael,‘ifthereisasmanyastwentyleftinallthisplace,whohaveanytrustinthepoordearladnow.’

           ShesaidittoSissy,astheysatinherlodging,lightedonlybythelampatthestreetcorner.Sissyhadcometherewhenitwasalreadydark,toawaitherreturnfromwork;andtheyhadsincesatatthewindowwhereRachaelhadfoundher,wantingnobrighterlighttoshineontheirsorrowfultalk.

           ‘Ifithadn’tbeenmercifullybroughtabout,thatIwastohaveyoutospeakto,’pursuedRachael,‘timesare,whenIthinkmymindwouldnothavekeptright.ButIgethopeandstrengththroughyou;andyoubelievethatthoughappearancesmayriseagainsthim,hewillbeprovedclear?’

           ‘Idobelieveso,’returnedSissy,‘withmywholeheart.