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Stephen
looked
at
him
with
some
little
irresolution
for
a
moment
,
and
then
seemed
to
make
up
his
mind
.
'
Sir
,
I
were
never
good
at
showin
o
'
t
,
though
I
ha
had
'n
my
share
in
feeling
o
'
t.
'D
eed
we
are
in
a
muddle
,
sir
.
Look
round
town
--
so
rich
as
'
tis
--
and
see
the
numbers
o
'
people
as
has
been
broughten
into
bein
heer
,
fur
to
weave
,
an
'
to
card
,
an
'
to
piece
out
a
livin
'
,
aw
the
same
one
way
,
somehows
,
'
twixt
their
cradles
and
their
graves
.
Look
how
we
live
,
an
'
wheer
we
live
,
an
'
in
what
numbers
,
an
'
by
what
chances
,
and
wi
'
what
sameness
;
and
look
how
the
mills
is
awlus
a
goin
,
and
how
they
never
works
us
no
nigher
to
ony
dis
'
ant
object
--
ceptin
awlus
,
Death
.
Look
how
you
considers
of
us
,
and
writes
of
us
,
and
talks
of
us
,
and
goes
up
wi
'
yor
deputations
to
Secretaries
o
'
State
'
bout
us
,
and
how
yo
are
awlus
right
,
and
how
we
are
awlus
wrong
,
and
never
had
'n
no
reason
in
us
sin
ever
we
were
born
.
Look
how
this
ha
growen
an
'
growen
,
sir
,
bigger
an
'
bigger
,
broader
an
'
broader
,
harder
an
'
harder
,
fro
year
to
year
,
fro
generation
unto
generation
.
Who
can
look
on
'
t
,
sir
,
and
fairly
tell
a
man
'
tis
not
a
muddle
?
'
'
Of
course
,
'
said
Mr.
Bounderby
.
'
Now
perhaps
you
'll
let
the
gentleman
know
,
how
you
would
set
this
muddle
(
as
you
're
so
fond
of
calling
it
)
to
rights
.
'
'
I
donno
,
sir
.
I
canna
be
expecten
to
'
t.
'
Tis
not
me
as
should
be
looken
to
for
that
,
sir
.
'
Tis
them
as
is
put
ower
me
,
and
ower
aw
the
rest
of
us
.
What
do
they
tak
upon
themseln
,
sir
,
if
not
to
do
'
t
?
'
'
I
'll
tell
you
something
towards
it
,
at
any
rate
,
'
returned
Mr.
Bounderby
.
'
We
will
make
an
example
of
half
a
dozen
Slackbridges
.
We
'll
indict
the
blackguards
for
felony
,
and
get
'em
shipped
off
to
penal
settlements
.
'
Stephen
gravely
shook
his
head
.
'
Do
n't
tell
me
we
wo
n't
,
man
,
'
said
Mr.
Bounderby
,
by
this
time
blowing
a
hurricane
,
'
because
we
will
,
I
tell
you
!
'
'
Sir
,
'
returned
Stephen
,
with
the
quiet
confidence
of
absolute
certainty
,
'
if
yo
was
t
'
tak
a
hundred
Slackbridges
--
aw
as
there
is
,
and
aw
the
number
ten
times
towd
--
an
'
was
t
'
sew
'em
up
in
separate
sacks
,
an
'
sink
'em
in
the
deepest
ocean
as
were
made
ere
ever
dry
land
coom
to
be
,
yo
'd
leave
the
muddle
just
wheer
'
tis
.
Mischeevous
strangers
!
'
said
Stephen
,
with
an
anxious
smile
;
'
when
ha
we
not
heern
,
I
am
sure
,
sin
ever
we
can
call
to
mind
,
o
'
th
'
mischeevous
strangers
!
'
Tis
not
by
them
the
trouble
's
made
,
sir
.
'
Tis
not
wi
'
them
'
t
commences
.
I
ha
no
favour
for
'em
--
I
ha
no
reason
to
favour
'em
--
but
'
tis
hopeless
and
useless
to
dream
o
'
takin
them
fro
their
trade
,
's
tead
o
'
takin
their
trade
fro
them
!
Aw
that
's
now
about
me
in
this
room
were
heer
afore
I
coom
,
an
'
will
be
heer
when
I
am
gone
.
Put
that
clock
aboard
a
ship
an
'
pack
it
off
to
Norfolk
Island
,
an
'
the
time
will
go
on
just
the
same
.
So
'
tis
wi
'
Slackbridge
every
bit
.
'
Reverting
for
a
moment
to
his
former
refuge
,
he
observed
a
cautionary
movement
of
her
eyes
towards
the
door
.
