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Now, stop a bit! cried Bounderby again. How did she come there? Why, the fact is, I saw the girl myself, for the first time, only just now. She specially applied here at the house to be admitted, as not regularly belonging to our town, and yes, you are right, Bounderby, you are right. Now, stop a bit! cried Bounderby, once more. Louisa saw her when she came? Louisa certainly did see her, for she mentioned the application to me. But Louisa saw her, I have no doubt, in Mrs Gradgrinds presence. Pray, Mrs Gradgrind, said Bounderby, what passed? Oh, my poor health! returned Mrs Gradgrind. The girl wanted to come to the school, and Mr Gradgrind wanted girls to come to the school, and Louisa and Thomas both said that the girl wanted to come, and that Mr Gradgrind wanted girls to come, and how was it possible to contradict them when such was the fact! Now I will tell you what, Gradgrind! said Mr Bounderby. Turn this girl to the right about, and theres all end of it. I am much of your opinion. Do it at once, said Bounderby, has always been my motto from a child. When I thought I would run away from my egg-box and my grandmother, I did it at once. Do you the same. Do this at once! Are you walking? asked his friend. I have the fathers address. Perhaps you would not mind walking to town with me? Not the least in the world, said Mr Bounderby, as long as you do it at once! So, Mr Bounderby threw on his hat he always threw it on, as expressing a man who had been far too busily employed in making himself, to acquire any fashion of wearing his hat and with his hands in his pockets, sauntered out into the hall. I never wear gloves, it was his custom to say. I didnt climb up the ladder in them. Shouldnt be so high up, if I had. Being left to saunter in the hall a minute or two while Mr Gradgrind went upstairs for the address, he opened the door of the childrens study and looked into that serene floorclothed apartment, which, notwithstanding its bookcases and its cabinets and its variety of learned and philosophical appliances, had much of the genial aspect of a room devoted to haircutting. Louisa languidly leaned upon the window looking out, without looking at anything, while young Thomas stood sniffing revengefully at the fire. Adam Smith and Malthus, two younger Gradgrinds, were out at lecture in custody; and little Jane, after manufacturing a good deal of moist pipe-clay on her face with slate-pencil and tears, had fallen asleep over vulgar fractions. Its all right now, Louisa: its all right, young Thomas, said Mr Bounderby; you wont do so any more. Ill answer for its being all over with father. Well, Louisa, thats worth a kiss, isnt it? You can take one, Mr Bounderby, returned Louisa, when she had coldly paused, and slowly walked across the room, and ungraciously raised her cheek towards him, with her face turned away. Always my pet; aint you, Louisa? said Mr Bounderby. Good bye, Louisa! He went his way, but she stood on the same spot, rubbing the cheek he had kissed, with her handkerchief, until it was burning red. She was still doing this, five minutes afterwards. |
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