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Albeit it was as much against the precepts of his school to wonder, as it was against the doctrines of the Gradgrind College. 'What is the present need, Tom? Three figures? Out with them. Say what they are. 'Mr. Harthouse, returned Tom, now actually crying; and his tears were better than his injuries, however pitiful a figure he made: 'it's too late; the money is of no use to me at present.
Harthouse began to prove the face which had set him wondering when he first saw it, and to try if it would change for him. 'Mrs. Bounderby, I esteem it a most fortunate accident that I find you alone here. I have for some time had a particular wish to speak to you.
James Harthouse began to think it would be a new sensation, if the face which changed so beautifully for the whelp, would change for him. He was quick enough to observe; he had a good memory, and did not forget a word of the brother's revelations. He interwove them with everything he saw of the sister, and he began to understand her.
Sparsit, 'these plain viands being on table, I thought you might be tempted. 'Thank'ee, Mrs. Sparsit, said the whelp. And gloomily fell to. 'How is Mr. Harthouse, Mr. Tom? asked Mrs. Sparsit. 'Oh, he's all right, said Tom. 'Where may he be at present? Mrs. Sparsit asked in a light conversational manner, after mentally devoting the whelp to the Furies for being so uncommunicative.
Sparsit consequently had ample means of watching his looks, if she were so inclined. 'Mr. Harthouse is a great favourite of mine, said Mrs. Sparsit, 'as indeed he is of most people. May we expect to see him again shortly, Mr. Tom? 'Why, I expect to see him to-morrow, returned the whelp. 'Good news! cried Mrs. Sparsit, blandly.
No alarm takes place, till this chap, Bitzer, turns out this morning, and begins to open and prepare the offices for business. Then, looking at Tom's safe, he sees the door ajar, and finds the lock forced, and the money gone. 'Where is Tom, by the by? asked Harthouse, glancing round. 'He has been helping the police, said Bounderby, 'and stays behind at the Bank.
She made him her stately curtsey in the garden, one morning before breakfast. 'It appears but yesterday, sir, said Mrs. Sparsit, 'that I had the honour of receiving you at the Bank, when you were so good as to wish to be made acquainted with Mr. Bounderby's address. 'An occasion, I am sure, not to be forgotten by myself in the course of Ages, said Mr. Harthouse, inclining his head to Mrs.
Sparsit saw James Harthouse come and go; she heard of him here and there; she saw the changes of the face he had studied; she, too, remarked to a nicety how and when it clouded, how and when it cleared; she kept her black eyes wide open, with no touch of pity, with no touch of compunction, all absorbed in interest.
I shall disclose some of his opinions of you, privately expressed to me, unless he relents a little. 'At all events, Mr. Harthouse, said Tom, softening in his admiration of his patron, but shaking his head sullenly too, 'you can't tell her that I ever praised her for being mercenary. I may have praised her for being the contrary, and I should do it again, if I had as good reason.
Within an hour of the receipt of this dispatch and Mr. James Harthouse's card, Mr. Bounderby put on his hat and went down to the Hotel. There he found Mr. James Harthouse looking out of window, in a state of mind so disconsolate, that he was already half- disposed to 'go in' for something else. 'My name, sir, said his visitor, 'is Josiah Bounderby, of Coketown. Mr.
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