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Harthouse rejoined, 'Mr. Bounderby, I assure you I am entirely and completely of your way of thinking. On conviction. 'I am glad to hear it, said Bounderby. 'Now, you have heard a lot of talk about the work in our mills, no doubt. You have? Very good. I'll state the fact of it to you. It's the pleasantest work there is, and it's the lightest work there is, and it's the best- paid work there is.
Bounderby's address, I found an ancient lady there, who seems to entertain great admiration for your sister, observed Mr. James Harthouse, throwing away the last small remnant of the cigar he had now smoked out. 'Mother Sparsit! said Tom. 'What! you have seen her already, have you? His friend nodded. 'Mother Sparsit's feeling for Loo is more than admiration, I should think, said Tom.
Harthouse, that you really suppose my sister Loo does care for old Bounderby. 'My dear fellow, returned the other, 'what am I bound to suppose, when I find two married people living in harmony and happiness? Tom had by this time got both his legs on the sofa.
Harthouse to ask the waiter in return, with bristling indignation, what the Devil he meant by 'wanted'? 'Beg your pardon, sir. Young lady outside, sir, wishes to see you. 'Outside? Where? 'Outside this door, sir. Giving the waiter to the personage before mentioned, as a block- head duly qualified for that consignment, Mr. Harthouse hurried into the gallery.
But you said you had no commission from her? 'I have only the commission of my love for her, and her love for me. I have no other trust, than that I have been with her since she came home, and that she has given me her confidence. I have no further trust, than that I know something of her character and her marriage. O Mr. Harthouse, I think you had that trust too!
She looked at him, as he struck the table and made the teacups ring, with a proud colour in her face that was a new change, Mr. Harthouse thought. 'You are incomprehensible this morning, said Louisa. 'Pray take no further trouble to explain yourself. I am not curious to know your meaning. What does it matter? Nothing more was said on this theme, and Mr.
'How the deuce, returned Tom, staring, 'could I see my sister when she was fifteen miles off? Cursing these quick retorts of the young gentleman to whom he was so true a friend, Mr. Harthouse disembarrassed himself of that interview with the smallest conceivable amount of ceremony, and debated for the hundredth time what all this could mean? He made only one thing clear.
I should have had it before to be of use to me. But I am very much obliged to you; you're a true friend. A true friend! 'Whelp, whelp! thought Mr. Harthouse, lazily; 'what an Ass you are! 'And I take your offer as a great kindness, said Tom, grasping his hand. 'As a great kindness, Mr. Harthouse. 'Well, returned the other, 'it may be of more use by and by.
Harthouse, she returned, after some indecision: she had been more or less uncertain, and troubled throughout the conversation, and yet had in the main preserved her self-contained manner; 'you will understand that if I tell you what you press to know, it is not by way of complaint or regret. I would never complain of anything, and what I have done I do not in the least regret.
Blackpool said he had nought to say about the trade union business; he had given a promise not to join, that was all. "Not to me, you know!" said Bounderby. "Oh, no sir; not to you!" "Here's a gentleman from London present," Mr. Bounderby said, pointing at Harthouse. "A Parliament gentleman. Now, what do you complain of?" "I ha' not come here, sir, to complain. I were sent for.
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