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Chapter 19. The Father of the Marshalsea in two or three Relations

           Attimesshestoodasidesoasnottointerceptthelowfire-light,and,watchinghimwhenitfelluponhissleepingface,wondereddidhelooknowatallashehadlookedwhenhewasprosperousandhappy;ashehadsotouchedherbyimaginingthathemightlookoncemoreinthatawfultime.Atthethoughtofthattime,shekneeledbesidehisbedagain,andprayed,‘Osparehislife!Osavehimtome!Olookdownuponmydear,long-suffering,unfortunate,much-changed,deardearfather!’

           Notuntilthemorningcametoprotecthimandencouragehim,didshegivehimalastkissandleavethesmallroom.Whenshehadstolendown-stairs,andalongtheemptyyard,andhadcreptuptoherownhighgarret,thesmokelesshousetopsandthedistantcountryhillswerediscernibleoverthewallintheclearmorning.Asshegentlyopenedthewindow,andlookedeastwarddowntheprisonyard,thespikesuponthewallweretippedwithred,thenmadeasullenpurplepatternonthesunasitcameflamingupintotheheavens.Thespikeshadneverlookedsosharpandcruel,northebarssoheavy,northeprisonspacesogloomyandcontracted.Shethoughtofthesunriseonrollingrivers,ofthesunriseonwideseas,ofthesunriseonrichlandscapes,ofthesunriseongreatforestswherethebirdswerewakingandthetreeswererustling;andshelookeddownintothelivinggraveonwhichthesunhadrisen,withherfatherinitthree-and-twentyyears,andsaid,inaburstofsorrowandcompassion,‘No,no,Ihaveneverseenhiminmylife!’

           

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