`` I have told you before what it was . It was your mother 's tears , those which she shed when she prayed for you by her bedside ; but your cold heart froze it into hail . But she is gone to heaven now , and will weep no more for her graceless son . '' Then Grimes was silent awhile ; and then he looked very sad . `` So my old mother 's gone , and I never there to speak to her ! Ah ! a good woman she was , and might have been a happy one , in her little school there in Vendale , if it had n't been for me and my bad ways . '' `` Did she keep the school in Vendale ? '' asked Tom . And then he told Grimes all the story of his going to her house , and how she could not abide the sight of a chimney-sweep , and then how kind she was , and how he turned into a water-baby . `` Ah ! '' said Grimes , `` good reason she had to hate the sight of a chimney-sweep . I ran away from her and took up with the sweeps , and never let her know where I was , nor sent her a penny to help her , and now it 's too late -- too late ! '' said Mr. Grimes . And he began crying and blubbering like a great baby , till his pipe dropped out of his mouth , and broke all to bits . `` Oh , dear , if I was but a little chap in Vendale again , to see the clear beck , and the apple-orchard , and the yew-hedge , how different I would go on ! But it 's too late now . So you go along , you kind little chap , and do n't stand to look at a man crying , that 's old enough to be your father , and never feared the face of man , nor of worse neither . But I 'm beat now , and beat I must be . I 've made my bed , and I must lie on it .
Foul I would be , and foul I am , as an Irishwoman said XXXXX me once ; and little I heeded it .
So before from in into like of on to with