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  Likeabarkuponthesea,Lifeisfloatingoverdeath;Above,below,encirclingthee,Dangerlurksineverybreath。PartedartthoufromthegraveOnlybyaplankmostfrail;Tossedupontherestlesswave,Sportofeveryficklegale。Lettheskiesbee’ersoclear,Andsocalmandstillthesea,ShipwreckyethashetofearWholife’svoyagerwillbe。RUCKERT。TheearlytrainsforLiverpool,onMondaymorning,werecrowdedbyattorneys,attorneys’clerks,plaintiffs,defendants,andwitnesses,allgoingtotheAssizes。Theywereamotleyassembly,eachwithsomecauseforanxietystirringathisheart;though,afterall,thatissayinglittleornothing,forweareallofusinthesamepredicamentthroughlife;eachwithafearandahopefromchildhoodanddeath。AmongthepassengerstherewasMaryBarton,dressedinthebluegownandobnoxiousplaidshawl。Commonasrailroadsarenowinallplacesasameansoftransit,andespeciallyinManchester,Maryhadneverbeenononebefore;andshefeltbewilderedbythehurry,thenoiseofpeople,andbells,andhorns;thewhizandthescreamofthearrivingtrains。Theveryjourneyitselfseemedtoheramatterofwonder。Shehadabackseat,andlookedtowardsthefactory-chimneys,andthecloudorsmokewhichhoversoverManchester,withafeelingakintothe“Heimweh。“Shewaslosingsightofthefamiliarobjectsofherchildhoodforthefirsttime;andunpleasantastheseobjectsaretomost,sheyearnedafterthemwithsomeofthesamesentimentwhichgivespathostothethoughtsoftheemigrant。Thecloud-shadowswhichgivebeautytoChat-Moss,thepicturesqueoldhousesofNewton,whatweretheytoMary,whoseheartwasfullofmanythings?

  Yetsheseemedtolookatthemearnestlyastheyglidedpast;butsheneithersawnorheard。Sheneithersawnorheardtillsomewell-knownnamesfelluponherear。Twolawyers’clerkswerediscussingthecasestocomeonthatAssizes;

  ofcourse,“themurdercase,“asithadcometobetermed,heldaconspicuousplaceintheirconversation。Theyhadnodoubtoftheresult。“Juriesareveryunwillingtoconvictoncircumstantialevidence,itistrue,“saidone,“buttherecanhardlybeanydoubt。““Ifithadnotbeensoclearacase,“repliedtheother,“Ishouldhavesaidtheywereinjudiciousinhurryingonthetrialsomuch。Stillmoreevidencemighthavebeencollected。““Theytellme,“saidthefirstspeaker——“thepeopleinGardener’soffice,Imean——thatitwasreallyfearedtheoldgentlemanwouldhavegoneoutofhismindifthetrialhadbeendelayed。HewaswithMrGardenerasmanyasseventimesonSaturday,andcalledhimupatnighttosuggestthatsomelettershouldbewritten,orsomethingdonetosecuretheverdict。““Pooroldman,“answeredhiscompanion,whocanwonder?——anonlyson,——suchadeath,——thedisagreeablecircumstancesattendingit;IhadnottimetoreadtheGuardianonSaturday,butIunderstanditwassomedisputeaboutafactorygirl?““Yes,somesuchperson。Ofcourseshe’llbeexamined,andWilliamswilldoitinstyle。IshallslipoutfromourcourttohearhimifIcanhitthenickoftime。“Andifyoucangetaplace,youmean,fordependuponitthecourtwillbecrowded。““Aye,aye,theladiessweetsoulswillcomeinshoalstohearatrialformurder,andseethemurderer,andwatchthejudgeputonhisblackcap。““AndthengohomeandgroanovertheSpanishladieswhotakedelightinbull-fights——’suchunfemininecreatures!“Thentheywentontoothersubjects。ItwasbutanotherdroptoMary’scup;butshewasnearlyinthatstatewhichCrabbedescribes:Forwhensofullthecupofsorrowflows,Addbutadropitinstantlyo’erflows。Andnowtheywereinthetunnel!——andnowtheywereinLiverpool;andshemustrouseherselffromthetorporofmindandbodywhichwascreepingoverher;theresultofmuchanxietyandfatigue,andseveralsleeplessnights。SheaskedapolicemanthewaytoMilk-HouseYard,andfollowinghisdirectionswiththesavoirfaireofatown-bredgirl,shereachedalittlecourtleadingoutofabusy,throngedstreet,notfarfromtheDocks。Whensheenteredthequietlittleyard,shestopdtoregainherbreath,andtogatherstrength,forherlimbstrembled,andherheartbeatviolently。Alltheunfavourablecontingenciesshehad,untilnow,forbiddenherselftodwellupon,cameforwardtohermind——thepossibility,thebarepossibility,ofJembeinganaccompliceinthemurder——thestillgreaterpossibilitythathehadnotfulfilledhisintentionofgoingpartofthewaywithWill,buthadbeenledoffbysomelittleaccidentaloccurrencefromhisoriginalintention;andthathehadspenttheeveningwithIthosewhomitwasnowtoolatetobringforwardaswitnesses。Butsoonerorlatershemustknowthetruth;so,takingcourage,sheknockedatthedoorofahouse。“IsthisMrsJones’s?“sheinquired。“Nextdoorbutone,“wasthecurtanswer。Andeventhisextraminutewasareprieve。MrsJoneswasbusywashing,andwouldhavespokenangrilytothepersonwhoknockedsogentlyatthedoor,ifangerhadbeeninhernature;butshewasasoft,helplesskindofwoman,andonlysighedoverthemanyinterruptionsshehadhadtoherbusinessthatunluckyMondaymorning。Butthefeelingwhichwouldhavebeenangerinamoreimpatienttemper,tooktheformofprejudiceagainstthedisturber,whoeverheorshemightbe。Mary’sflutteredandexcitedappearancestrengthenedthisprejudiceinMrsJones’smind,asshestood,strip-pingthesoap-sudsoffherarms,whilesheeyedhervisitor,andwaitedtobetoldwhatherbusinesswas。Butnowordswouldcome。Mary’svoiceseemedchokedupinherthroat。“Praywhatdoyouwant,youngwoman?“coldlyaskedMrsJonesatlast。“Iwant——Oh!isWillWilsonhere?““No,heisnot,“repliedMrsJones,incliningtoshutthedoorinherface。“IshenotbackfromtheIsleofMan?“askedMary,sickening。“Heneverwent;hestayedinManchestertoolong;asperhapsyouknow,already。“Andagainthedoorseemedclosing。ButMarybentforwardswithsuppliantactionassomeyoungtreebends,whenblownbytherough,autumnalwind,andgaspedout,“Tellme——tellme——whereishe?“MrsJonessuspectedsomeloveaffair,and,perhaps,oneofnotthemostcreditablekind;butthedistressofthepaleyoungcreaturebeforeherwassoobviousandsopitiable,thatweresheeversosinful,MrsJonescouldnolongerupholdhershort,reservedmanner。“He’sgonethisverymorning,mypoorgirl。Stepin,andI’lltellyouaboutit。““Gone!“criedMary。“Howgone?Imustseehim——it’samatteroflifeanddeath:hecansavetheinnocentfrombeinghanged,——hecannotbegone,——howgone?““Sailed,mydear!SailedintheJohnCropperthisveryblessedmorning。““Sailed!“

  Yonisourquay!Harktotheclamourinthatmiryroad,Boundedandnarrowedbyyonvessel’sload;Thelumberingwealthsheemptiesroundtheplace,Packageandparcel,hogshead,chest,andcase;Whiletheloudseamenandtheangryhind,Minglinginbusiness,bellowtothewind。CRABBE。Marystaggeredintothehouse。MrsJonesplacedhertenderlyinachair;

  andtherestoodbewilderedbyherside。“Oh,father!father!“mutteredshe,“whathaveyoudone!——WhatmustIdo?

  musttheinnocentdie?——orhe——whomIfear——Ifear——oh!whatamIsaying?“

  saidshe,lookingroundaffrighted,and,seeminglyreassuredbyMrsJones’scountenance,“Iamsohelpless,soweak,——butapoorgirlafterall。Howcanwhatisright?Father!youhavealwaysbeensokindtome,——andyoutobe——nevermind——nevermind,allwillcomerightinthegrave。““Saveus,andblessus!“exclaimedMrsJones,“ifIdon’tthinkshe’sgoneoutofherwits!““No,Iamnot!“saidMary,catchingatthewords,andwithastrongeffortcontrollingthemindshefelttobewandering,whiletheredbloodflushedtoscarlettheheretoforewhitecheek,——I’mnotoutofmysenses;thereissomuchtobedone——somuch——andnoonebutmetodoit,youknow,——thoughIcan’trightlytellwhatitis,“lookingupwithbewildermentintoMrsJones’sface。“Imustnotgomadwhatevercomes——atleastnotyet。No!“

  bracingherselfup“somethingmayyetbedone,andImustdoit。Sailed!

  didyousay?TheJohnCropper?Sailed?““Aye!shewentoutofdocklastnight,tobereadyforthemorning’stide。““Ithoughtshewasnottosailtillto-morrow,“murmuredMary。“SodidWillhe’slodgedherelong,soweallcallhim’Will’“repliedMrsJones。Thematehadtoldhimso,Ibelieve,andheneverknewdifferenttillhegottoLiverpoolonFridaymorning;butassoonasheheard,hegaveupgoingtotheIsleo’Man,andjustranovertoRhylwiththemate,oneJohnHarris,ashasfriendsabitbeyondAbergele;youmayhaveheardhimspeakonhim,fortheyaregreatchums,thoughI’vemyownopinionofHarris。““Andhe’ssailed?“repeatedMary,tryingbyrepetitiontorealisethefacttoherself。“Aye,hewentonboardlastnighttobereadyforthemorning’stide,asIsaidafore,andmyboywenttoseetheshipgodowntheriver,andcamebackallagogwiththesight。HereCharley,Charley!“Shecalledoutloudlyforherson;butCharleywasoneofthoseboyswhoarenever“fartoseek,“

  astheLancashirepeoplesay,whenanythingisgoingon;amysteriousconversation,anunusualevent,afire,orariot,anythinginshort;suchboysarethelittleomnipresentpeopleofthisworld。Charleyhad,infact,beenspectatorandauditorallthistime;thoughforalittlewhilehehadbeenengagedin“dollying“andafewothermischievousfeatsinthewashingline,whichhadpreventedhisattentionfrombeingfullygiventohismother’sconversationwiththestrangegirlwhohadentered。“Oh,Charley!thereyouare!DidyounotseetheJohnCroppersaildowntheriverthismorning?Telltheyoungwomanaboutit,forIthinkshehardlycreditsme。““Isawhertuggeddowntheriverbyasteam-boat,whichcomestosamething,“

  repliedhe。“Oh!ifIhadbutcomelastnight!“moanedMary。“ButIneverthoughtofit。IneverthoughtbutwhatheknewrightwhenhesaidhewouldbebackfromtheIsleofManonMondaymorning,andnotafore——andnowsomeonemustdieformynegligence!““Die!“exclaimedthelad。“How?““Oh!Willwouldhaveprovedanalibi,——buthe’sgone,——andwhatamItodo?““Don’tgiveitupyet,“criedtheenergeticboy,interestedatonceinthecase;“let’shaveatryforhim。Wearebutwherewewere,ifwefail。“Maryrousedherself。Thesympathetic“we“gaveherheartandhope。“Butwhatcanbedone?Yousayhe’ssailed;whatcanbedone?“Butshespokelouder,andinamorelife-liketone。“No!Ididnotsayhe’dsailed;mothersaidthat,andwomenknownoughtaboutsuchmatters。Yousee“proudofhisofficeofinstructor,andinsensiblyinfluenced,asallaboutherwere,byMary’ssweet,earnest,lovelycountenance,“there’ssand-banksatthemouthoftheriver,andshipscan’tgetoverthembutathighwater;especiallyshipsofheavyburden,liketheJohnCropper。Nowshewastuggeddowntheriveratlowwater,orprettynear,andwillhavetoliesometimebeforethewaterwillbehighenoughtofloatheroverthebanks。Soholdupyourhead,——you’veachanceyet,though,maybe,butapoorone。“ButwhatmustIdo?“askedMary,towhomallthisexplanationhadbeenavaguemystery。“Do!“saidtheboy,impatiently,“why,havenotItoldyou?Onlywomenbeggingyourpardonaresostupidatunderstandingaboutanythingbelongingtothesea;——youmustgetaboat,andmakeallhaste,andsailafterhim,——aftertheJohnCropper。Youmayovertakeher,oryoumaynot。It’sjustachance;butshe’sheavilyladen,andthat’sin。yourfavour。She’lldrawmanyfeetofwater。“Maryhadhumblyandeagerlyoh,howeagerly!listenedtothisyoungSirOracle’sspeech;buttryasshewould,shecouldonlyunderstandthatshemustmakehaste,andsail——somewhere。“Ibegyourpardon“andherlittleacknowledgmentofinferiorityinthisspeechpleasedthelad,andmadehimherstillmorezealousfriend。“I

  begyourpardon,“saidshe,“butIdon’tknowwheretogetaboat。Arethereboat-stands?“Theladlaughedoutright。“You’renotlonginLiverpool,Iguess。Boat-stands!No;godowntothepier,——anypierwilldo,andhireaboat,——you’llbeatnolosswhenonceyouarethere。Onlymakehaste。““Oh,youneednottellmethat,ifIbutknewhow,“saidMary,tremblingwitheagerness。“Butyousayright,——Ineverwasherebefore,andIdon’tknowmywaytotheplaceyouspeakon;onlytellme,andI’llnotloseaminute。““Mother!“saidthewilfullad,“I’mgoingtoshowherthewaytothepier;

  I’llbebackinanhour,——orso,“headdedinalowertone。AndbeforethegentleMrsJonescouldcollectherscatteredwitssufficientlytounderstandhalfofthehastilyformedplan,hersonwasscuddingdownthestreet,closelyfollowedbyMary’shalf-runningsteps。PresentlyheslackenedhispacesufficientlytoenablehimtoenterintoconversationwithMary,foronceescapedfromthereachofhismother’srecallingvoice,hethoughthemightventuretoindulgehiscuriosity。“Ahem!——What’syourname?It’ssoawkwardtobecallingyouyoungwoman。’““MynameisMary,——MaryBarton,“answeredshe,anxioustopropitiateonewhoseemedsowillingtoexerthimselfinherbehalf,orelseshegrudgedeverywordwhichcausedtheslightestrelaxationinherspeed,althoughherchestseemedtightened,andherheadthrobbing,fromtherateatwhichtheywerewalking。“AndyouwantWillWilsontoproveanalibi——isthatit?““Yes——oh,yes——canwenotcrossnow?““No,waitaminute;it’stheteaglehoistingaboveyourbeadI’mafraidof;——andwhoisitthat’stobetried?““Jem;oh,lad!can’twegetpast?“Theyrushedunderthegreatalesquiveringintheairabovetheirheadsandpressedonwardsforafewminutes,tillMasterCharleysawfittowalkalittleslower,andaskafewmorequestions。“Mary,isJemyourbrother,oryoursweetheart,thatyou’resosetuponsavinghim?““No——no,“repliedshe,butwithsomethingofhesitation,thatmadetheshrewdboyyetmoreanxioustoclearupthemystery。“Perhapshe’syourcousin,then?Manyagirlhasacousinwhohasnotasweetheart。““No,he’sneitherkithnorkintome。What’sthematter?Whatareyoustoppingfor?“saidshe,withnervousterror,asCharleyturnedbackafewsteps,andpeeredupasidestreet。“Oh,nothingtoflurryyouso,Mary。IheardyousaytomotheryouhadneverbeeninLiverpoolbefore,andifyou’llonlylookupthisstreetyoumayseethebackwindowsofourExchange。Suchabuildingasyonis!

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