lizzie leigh-第7章

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hid　her　face；　and　grovelled　among　the　bed…clothes；　and　lay　like　one

dead；　so　motionless　was　she。



Mrs。　Leigh　knelt　down　by　the　bed；　and　spoke　in　the　most　soothing

tones。



〃Lizzie；　dear；　don't　speak　so。　　I'm　thy　mother；　darling；　don't　be

afeard　of　me。　　I　never　left　off　loving　thee；　Lizzie。　　I　was　always　a…

thinking　of　thee。　　Thy　father　forgave　thee　afore　he　died。〃　　（There

was　a　little　start　here；　but　no　sound　was　heard。）　　〃Lizzie；　lass；

I'll　do　aught　for　thee；　I'll　live　for　thee；　only　don't　be　afeard　of

me。　　Whate'er　thou　art　or　hast　been；　we'll　ne'er　speak　on't。　　We'll

leave　th'　oud　times　behind　us；　and　go　back　to　the　Upclose　Farm。　　I

but　left　it　to　find　thee；　my　lass；　and　God　has　led　me　to　thee。

Blessed　be　His　name。　　And　God　is　good；　too；　Lizzie。　　Thou　hast　not

forgot　thy　Bible；　I'll　be　bound；　for　thou　wert　always　a　scholar。　　I'm

no　reader；　but　I　learnt　off　them　texts　to　comfort　me　a　bit；　and　I've

said　them　many　a　time　a　day　to　myself。　　Lizzie；　lass；　don't　hide　thy

head　so；　it's　thy　mother　as　is　speaking　to　thee。　　Thy　little　child

clung　to　me　only　yesterday；　and　if　it's　gone　to　be　an　angel；　it　will

speak　to　God　for　thee。　　Nay；　don't　sob　a　that　'as；　thou　shalt　have　it

again　in　heaven；　I　know　thou'lt　strive　to　get　there；　for　thy　little

Nancy's　sakeand　listen！　　I'll　tell　thee　God's　promises　to　them　that

are　penitentonly　doan't　be　afeard。〃



Mrs。　Leigh　folded　her　hands；　and　strove　to　speak　very　clearly；　while

she　repeated　every　tender　and　merciful　text　she　could　remember。　　She

could　tell　from　the　breathing　that　her　daughter　was　listening；　but

she　was　so　dizzy　and　sick　herself　when　she　had　ended；　that　she　could

not　go　on　speaking。　　It　was　all　she　could　do　to　keep　from　crying

aloud。



At　last　she　heard　her　daughter's　voice。



〃Where　have　they　taken　her　to？〃　she　asked。



〃She　is　downstairs。　　So　quiet；　and　peaceful；　and　happy　she　looks。〃



〃Could　she　speak！　　Oh；　if　Godif　I　might　but　have　heard　her　little

voice！　　Mother；　I　used　to　dream　of　it。　　May　I　see　her　once　again？

Oh；　mother；　if　I　strive　very　hard　and　God　is　very　merciful；　and　I　go

to　heaven；　I　shall　not　know　herI　shall　not　know　my　own　again：　　she

will　shun　me　as　a　stranger；　and　chug　to　Susan　Palmer　and　to　you。　　Oh；

woe！　　Oh；　woe！〃　　She　shook　with　exceeding　sorrow。



In　her　earnestness　of　speech　she　had　uncovered　her　face；　and　tried　to

read　Mrs。　Leigh's　thoughts　through　her　looks。　　And　when　she　saw　those

aged　eyes　brimming　full　of　tears；　and　marked　the　quivering　lips；　she

threw　her　arms　round　the　faithful　mother's　neck；　and　wept　there；　as

she　had　done　in　many　a　childish　sorrow；　but　with　a　deeper；　a　more

wretched　grief。



Her　mother　hushed　her　on　her　breast；　and　lulled　her　as　if　she　were　a

baby；　and　she　grew　still　and　quiet。



They　sat　thus　for　a　long；　long　time。　　At　last；　Susan　Palmer　came　up

with　some　tea　and　bread　and　butter　for　Mrs。　Leigh。　　She　watched　the

mother　feed　her　sick；　unwilling　child；　with　every　fond　inducement　to

eat　which　she　could　devise；　they　neither　of　them　took　notice　of

Susan's　presence。　　That　night　they　lay　in　each　other's　arms；　but

Susan　slept　on　the　ground　beside　them。



They　took　the　little　corpse　（the　little　unconscious　sacrifice；　whose

early　calling…home　had　reclaimed　her　poor　wandering　mother）　to　the

hills；　which　in　her　life…time　she　had　never　seen。　　They　dared　not　lay

her　by　the　stern　grandfather　in　Milne　Row　churchyard；　but　they　bore

her　to　a　lone　moorland　graveyard；　where；　long　ago；　the　Quakers　used

to　bury　their　dead。　　They　laid　her　there　on　the　sunny　slope；　where

the　earliest　spring　flowers　blow。



Will　and　Susan　live　at　the　Upclose　Farm。　　Mrs。　Leigh　and　Lizzie　dwell

in　a　cottage　so　secluded　that；　until　you　drop　into　the　very　hollow

where　it　is　placed；　you　do　not　see　it。　　Tom　is　a　schoolmaster　in

Rochdale；　and　he　and　Will　help　to　support　their　mother。　　I　only　know

that；　if　the　cottage　be　hidden　in　a　green　hollow　of　the　hills；　every

sound　of　sorrow　in　the　whole　upland　is　heard　thereevery　call　of

suffering　or　of　sickness　for　help　is　listened　to　by　a　sad；　gentle…

looking　woman；　who　rarely　smiles　（and　when　she　does　her　smile　is　more

sad　than　other　people's　tears）；　but　who　comes　out　of　her　seclusion

whenever　there　is　a　shadow　in　any　household。　　Many　hearts　bless

Lizzie　Leigh；　but　sheshe　prays　always　and　ever　for　forgiveness

such　forgiveness　as　may　enable　her　to　see　her　child　once　more。　　Mrs。

Leigh　is　quiet　and　happy。　　Lizzie　is；　to　her　eyes；　something

preciousas　the　lost　piece　of　silverfound　once　more。　　Susan　is　the

bright　one　who　brings　sunshine　to　all。　　Children　grow　around　her　and

call　her　blessed。　　One　is　called　Nanny；　her　Lizzie　often　takes　to　the

sunny　graveyard　in　the　uplands；　and　while　the　little　creature　gathers

the　daisies；　and　makes　chains；　Lizzie　sits　by　a　little　grave　and

weeps　bitterly。









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