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A
candle
faintly
burned
in
the
window
,
to
which
the
black
ladder
had
often
been
raised
for
the
sliding
away
of
all
that
was
most
precious
in
this
world
to
a
striving
wife
and
a
brood
of
hungry
babies
;
and
Stephen
added
to
his
other
thoughts
the
stern
reflection
,
that
of
all
the
casualties
of
this
existence
upon
earth
,
not
one
was
dealt
out
with
so
unequal
a
hand
as
Death
.
The
inequality
of
Birth
was
nothing
to
it
.
For
,
say
that
the
child
of
a
King
and
the
child
of
a
Weaver
were
born
to-night
in
the
same
moment
,
what
was
that
disparity
,
to
the
death
of
any
human
creature
who
was
serviceable
to
,
or
beloved
by
,
another
,
while
this
abandoned
woman
lived
on
!
From
the
outside
of
his
home
he
gloomily
passed
to
the
inside
,
with
suspended
breath
and
with
a
slow
footstep
.
He
went
up
to
his
door
,
opened
it
,
and
so
into
the
room
.
Quiet
and
peace
were
there
.
Rachael
was
there
,
sitting
by
the
bed
.
She
turned
her
head
,
and
the
light
of
her
face
shone
in
upon
the
midnight
of
his
mind
.
She
sat
by
the
bed
,
watching
and
tending
his
wife
.
That
is
to
say
,
he
saw
that
some
one
lay
there
,
and
he
knew
too
well
it
must
be
she
;
but
Rachael
's
hands
had
put
a
curtain
up
,
so
that
she
was
screened
from
his
eyes
.
Her
disgraceful
garments
were
removed
,
and
some
of
Rachael
's
were
in
the
room
.
Everything
was
in
its
place
and
order
as
he
had
always
kept
it
,
the
little
fire
was
newly
trimmed
,
and
the
hearth
was
freshly
swept
.
It
appeared
to
him
that
he
saw
all
this
in
Rachael
's
face
,
and
looked
at
nothing
besides
.
While
looking
at
it
,
it
was
shut
out
from
his
view
by
the
softened
tears
that
filled
his
eyes
;
but
not
before
he
had
seen
how
earnestly
she
looked
at
him
,
and
how
her
own
eyes
were
filled
too
.
She
turned
again
towards
the
bed
,
and
satisfying
herself
that
all
was
quiet
there
,
spoke
in
a
low
,
calm
,
cheerful
voice
.
'
I
am
glad
you
have
come
at
last
,
Stephen
.
You
are
very
late
.
'
'
I
ha
'
been
walking
up
an
'
down
.
'
'
I
thought
so
.
But
'
tis
too
bad
a
night
for
that
.
The
rain
falls
very
heavy
,
and
the
wind
has
risen
.
'
The
wind
?
True
.
It
was
blowing
hard
.
Hark
to
the
thundering
in
the
chimney
,
and
the
surging
noise
!
To
have
been
out
in
such
a
wind
,
and
not
to
have
known
it
was
blowing
!
