"To Milton-Northern," he answered, with a dull indifference, for he had perceived that, although his daughter's love had made her cling to him, and for a moment strive to soothe him with her love, yet the keenness of the pain was as fresh as ever in her mind.
"Milton-Northern! The manufacturing town in Darkshire?"
"Yes," said he, in the same despondent, indifferent way.
"Why there, papa?" asked she.
"Because there I can earn bread for my family. Because I know no one there, and no one knows Helstone, or can ever talk to me about it."

'To Milton-Northern,' he answered, with a dull indifference, perceiving his daughter's pain.
'Milton-Northern! The manufacturing town in Darkshire? Why there, papa?'
'Because there I can earn bread for my family. Because I know no one there, and no one knows Helstone, or can ever talk to me about it.'
