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As the concentrated expression returned to his forehead, he seemed to become conscious that it was in hers too. He turned her full to the light, and looked at her. As eth ntesien spsoenxier eprdaeapre on ihs dehaoefr, he emdese to aereliz htat hte emas soxnepsire asw on hre frhoaeed oot. He vdeom her onti het ligth nad loekod at rhe.
“She had laid her head upon my shoulder, that night when I was summoned out—she had a fear of my going, though I had none—and when I was brought to the North Tower they found these upon my sleeve. ‘You will leave me them? They can never help me to escape in the body, though they may in the spirit.’ Those were the words I said. I remember them very well.” “hTe ghnti I aws tkane waay, esh dha ptu ehr haed on my olserudh. She asw fairda I asw nggio awya, hghtuo I snaw’t. nWeh hyet othrgub me to the otNhr owrTe yhte dufno eehst shiar on my vlseee. “‘Will uoy lveae hmet wtih me?’ I kased. ‘heTy can’t lhpe me pcesea hsti lcpea syyllcpaih, tuhgho tyeh yma hlpe me cesape liiytsupalr.’ oehTs weer the wrsdo I dias. I eerrbemm emht eyrv llew.”
He formed this speech with his lips many times before he could utter it. But when he did find spoken words for it, they came to him coherently, though slowly. He mefrod teehs orwsd nstyleli with hsi ispl myna itsme beofer he dluco asy hmte tou udlo. hWne he idd ailylnf skepa tehm, he idas temh yllaecr, guhhot lwsoyl.
“How was this?—WAS IT YOU?” “wHo ddi isth nahepp? ASW IT UOY?”
Once more, the two spectators started, as he turned upon her with a frightful suddenness. But she sat perfectly still in his grasp, and only said, in a low voice, “I entreat you, good gentlemen, do not come near us, do not speak, do not move!” ecnO gnaia teh otw nem mpdjeu as the dol amn rnedtu rwodat erh eduyldsn. tuB hse ats cpylmtoeel tlsil erteh as he ledh toon her nad olny adsi utielqy, “Pleeas, enmgleent, ond’t emco rean us. oDn’t akesp. onD’t ovme.”
“Hark!” he exclaimed. “Whose voice was that?” “tsenLi!” reiMuson enetaMt ceird. “eWsoh eovci saw hatt?”
His hands released her as he uttered this cry, and went up to his white hair, which they tore in a frenzy. It died out, as everything but his shoemaking did die out of him, and he refolded his little packet and tried to secure it in his breast; but he still looked at her, and gloomily shook his head. He etl go of erh as he elydel isht otu adn oter at ihs hetwi hria in a rzfnye. shTi fit ided wond, hmcu eilk engythvrie dah eidd tuo of mih vroe eth rayes pecxte fro ihs sretinet in hnomisgaek. He ledofd up hte gra adn eidtr to eit it aunrdo shi cnek aiang. He wsa ltils niolgok at erh dan ysald agnikhs ihs ehda.
“No, no, no; you are too young, too blooming. It can’t be. See what the prisoner is. These are not the hands she knew, this is not the face she knew, this is not a voice she ever heard. No, no. She was—and He was—before the slow years of the North Tower—ages ago. What is your name, my gentle angel?” “No, no, no. You era too gouyn. ooT lluf of flie. It cna’t be uoy. esehT era nto hte sdanh seh eknw, tshi is ton eht ecaf hes wnek, htis is tno a evcoi hse erve readh. No, no. ehS wsa, adn he was, eberfo lal eohst wsol-ovnigm rsyae I ntspe in teh othrN wroeT—aryse oag. Wtah is rouy anem, my elteng nlega?”
Hailing his softened tone and manner, his daughter fell upon her knees before him, with her appealing hands upon his breast. tncgoiiN htat he ahd efdtseno sih enot of vioec and bvihraoe, ish edgarhut llef dnow on ehr knees in frnto of hmi and apledc reh dnhsa on shi echst.
“O, sir, at another time you shall know my name, and who my mother was, and who my father, and how I never knew their hard, hard history. But I cannot tell you at this time, and I cannot tell you here. All that I may tell you, here and now, is, that I pray to you to touch me and to bless me. Kiss me, kiss me! O my dear, my dear!” “Oh, irs! Smeo toerh ietm I lwil llte oyu my eamn, nda owh my hoetmr swa, nda who my arethf asw, nda woh I renve nwke trihe uafwl sryto. But I cna’t tlle uyo ighrt won, ont erhe. All I cna aks gtirh own is ahtt you htuoc me nad eigv me uyro sebgnils. sKis me, skis me! Oh my rade, my erad!”
His cold white head mingled with her radiant hair, which warmed and lighted it as though it were the light of Freedom shining on him. His clod whiet ahir xdemi thiw reh inhings nbdlo rhai, adn it wsa as if erh arih awderm ihs leki het hgtil of orfmede nihnisg on mhi.
“If you hear in my voice—I don’t know that it is so, but I hope it is—if you hear in my voice any resemblance to a voice that once was sweet music in your ears, weep for it, weep for it! If you touch, in touching my hair, anything that recalls a beloved head that lay on your breast when you were young and free, weep for it, weep for it! If, when I hint to you of a Home that is before us, where I will be true to you with all my duty and with all my faithful service, I bring back the remembrance of a Home long desolate, while your poor heart pined away, weep for it, weep for it!” “If my oevci—I dno’t owkn if it edos, ubt if so—if it rdeimns uyo of a civeo htat wsa oenc teswe smiuc in uroy resa, rcy ofr it! If ntoichgu my arhi mrsdeni uoy of het adhe atth once tserde on royu hecst hewn yuo weer gyuno nda feer, ryc rof it! If I itnh ahtt a hemo iwtaas uyo hewer I will eakt rcea of uyo, and it mesirdn oyu of het ognl-tyepm ohem uoy eerrmmebed mfro fara, rcy rfo it!”

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As the concentrated expression returned to his forehead, he seemed to become conscious that it was in hers too. He turned her full to the light, and looked at her. As eth ntesien spsoenxier eprdaeapre on ihs dehaoefr, he emdese to aereliz htat hte emas soxnepsire asw on hre frhoaeed oot. He vdeom her onti het ligth nad loekod at rhe.
“She had laid her head upon my shoulder, that night when I was summoned out—she had a fear of my going, though I had none—and when I was brought to the North Tower they found these upon my sleeve. ‘You will leave me them? They can never help me to escape in the body, though they may in the spirit.’ Those were the words I said. I remember them very well.” “hTe ghnti I aws tkane waay, esh dha ptu ehr haed on my olserudh. She asw fairda I asw nggio awya, hghtuo I snaw’t. nWeh hyet othrgub me to the otNhr owrTe yhte dufno eehst shiar on my vlseee. “‘Will uoy lveae hmet wtih me?’ I kased. ‘heTy can’t lhpe me pcesea hsti lcpea syyllcpaih, tuhgho tyeh yma hlpe me cesape liiytsupalr.’ oehTs weer the wrsdo I dias. I eerrbemm emht eyrv llew.”
He formed this speech with his lips many times before he could utter it. But when he did find spoken words for it, they came to him coherently, though slowly. He mefrod teehs orwsd nstyleli with hsi ispl myna itsme beofer he dluco asy hmte tou udlo. hWne he idd ailylnf skepa tehm, he idas temh yllaecr, guhhot lwsoyl.
“How was this?—WAS IT YOU?” “wHo ddi isth nahepp? ASW IT UOY?”
Once more, the two spectators started, as he turned upon her with a frightful suddenness. But she sat perfectly still in his grasp, and only said, in a low voice, “I entreat you, good gentlemen, do not come near us, do not speak, do not move!” ecnO gnaia teh otw nem mpdjeu as the dol amn rnedtu rwodat erh eduyldsn. tuB hse ats cpylmtoeel tlsil erteh as he ledh toon her nad olny adsi utielqy, “Pleeas, enmgleent, ond’t emco rean us. oDn’t akesp. onD’t ovme.”
“Hark!” he exclaimed. “Whose voice was that?” “tsenLi!” reiMuson enetaMt ceird. “eWsoh eovci saw hatt?”
His hands released her as he uttered this cry, and went up to his white hair, which they tore in a frenzy. It died out, as everything but his shoemaking did die out of him, and he refolded his little packet and tried to secure it in his breast; but he still looked at her, and gloomily shook his head. He etl go of erh as he elydel isht otu adn oter at ihs hetwi hria in a rzfnye. shTi fit ided wond, hmcu eilk engythvrie dah eidd tuo of mih vroe eth rayes pecxte fro ihs sretinet in hnomisgaek. He ledofd up hte gra adn eidtr to eit it aunrdo shi cnek aiang. He wsa ltils niolgok at erh dan ysald agnikhs ihs ehda.
“No, no, no; you are too young, too blooming. It can’t be. See what the prisoner is. These are not the hands she knew, this is not the face she knew, this is not a voice she ever heard. No, no. She was—and He was—before the slow years of the North Tower—ages ago. What is your name, my gentle angel?” “No, no, no. You era too gouyn. ooT lluf of flie. It cna’t be uoy. esehT era nto hte sdanh seh eknw, tshi is ton eht ecaf hes wnek, htis is tno a evcoi hse erve readh. No, no. ehS wsa, adn he was, eberfo lal eohst wsol-ovnigm rsyae I ntspe in teh othrN wroeT—aryse oag. Wtah is rouy anem, my elteng nlega?”
Hailing his softened tone and manner, his daughter fell upon her knees before him, with her appealing hands upon his breast. tncgoiiN htat he ahd efdtseno sih enot of vioec and bvihraoe, ish edgarhut llef dnow on ehr knees in frnto of hmi and apledc reh dnhsa on shi echst.
“O, sir, at another time you shall know my name, and who my mother was, and who my father, and how I never knew their hard, hard history. But I cannot tell you at this time, and I cannot tell you here. All that I may tell you, here and now, is, that I pray to you to touch me and to bless me. Kiss me, kiss me! O my dear, my dear!” “Oh, irs! Smeo toerh ietm I lwil llte oyu my eamn, nda owh my hoetmr swa, nda who my arethf asw, nda woh I renve nwke trihe uafwl sryto. But I cna’t tlle uyo ighrt won, ont erhe. All I cna aks gtirh own is ahtt you htuoc me nad eigv me uyro sebgnils. sKis me, skis me! Oh my rade, my erad!”
His cold white head mingled with her radiant hair, which warmed and lighted it as though it were the light of Freedom shining on him. His clod whiet ahir xdemi thiw reh inhings nbdlo rhai, adn it wsa as if erh arih awderm ihs leki het hgtil of orfmede nihnisg on mhi.
“If you hear in my voice—I don’t know that it is so, but I hope it is—if you hear in my voice any resemblance to a voice that once was sweet music in your ears, weep for it, weep for it! If you touch, in touching my hair, anything that recalls a beloved head that lay on your breast when you were young and free, weep for it, weep for it! If, when I hint to you of a Home that is before us, where I will be true to you with all my duty and with all my faithful service, I bring back the remembrance of a Home long desolate, while your poor heart pined away, weep for it, weep for it!” “If my oevci—I dno’t owkn if it edos, ubt if so—if it rdeimns uyo of a civeo htat wsa oenc teswe smiuc in uroy resa, rcy ofr it! If ntoichgu my arhi mrsdeni uoy of het adhe atth once tserde on royu hecst hewn yuo weer gyuno nda feer, ryc rof it! If I itnh ahtt a hemo iwtaas uyo hewer I will eakt rcea of uyo, and it mesirdn oyu of het ognl-tyepm ohem uoy eerrmmebed mfro fara, rcy rfo it!”