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e he felt it wring him, till at last he couldnot feel so much.　　His father got up. Paul heard the miner drawing hisstockings on, yawning. Then Morel, in shirt and stockings, entered.　　"Hush!" said Paul.　　Morel stood watching. Then he looked at his son,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], helplessly,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych],and in horror.　　"Had I better stop a-whoam?" he whispered.　　"No. Go to work. She'll last through to-morrow."　　"I don't think so."　　"Yes. Go to work."　　The miner looked at her again, in fear, and went obedientlyout of the room. Paul saw the tape of his garters swinging againsthis legs.　　After another half-hour Paul went downstairs and drank a cupof tea,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], then returned. Morel, dressed for the pit, came upstairs again.　　"Am I to go?" he said.　　"Yes."　　And in a few minutes Paul heard his father's heavy steps gothudding over the deadening snow. Miners called in the streetsas they tramped in gangs to work. The terrible, long-drawn breathscontinued--heave--heave--heave; then a long pause--then--ah-h-h-h-h!as it came back. Far away over the snow sounded the hootersof the ironworks. One after another they crowed and boomed,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych],some small and far away, some near, the blowers of the collieriesand the other works. Then there was silence. He mended the fire. The great breaths broke the silence--she looked just the same. He put back the blind and peered out. Still it was dark. Perhaps there was a lighter tinge. Perhaps the snow was bluer. He drew up the blind and got dressed. Then, shuddering, he drankbrandy fro
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