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'
Harthouse
,
you
have
a
couple
of
horses
down
here
.
Bring
half
a
dozen
more
if
you
like
,
and
we
'll
find
room
for
'em
.
There
's
stabling
in
this
place
for
a
dozen
horses
;
and
unless
Nickits
is
belied
,
he
kept
the
full
number
.
A
round
dozen
of
'em
,
sir
.
When
that
man
was
a
boy
,
he
went
to
Westminster
School
.
Went
to
Westminster
School
as
a
King
's
Scholar
,
when
I
was
principally
living
on
garbage
,
and
sleeping
in
market
baskets
.
Why
,
if
I
wanted
to
keep
a
dozen
horses
--
which
I
do
n't
,
for
one
's
enough
for
me
--
I
could
n't
bear
to
see
'em
in
their
stalls
here
,
and
think
what
my
own
lodging
used
to
be
.
I
could
n't
look
at
'em
,
sir
,
and
not
order
'em
out
.
Yet
so
things
come
round
.
You
see
this
place
;
you
know
what
sort
of
a
place
it
is
;
you
are
aware
that
there
's
not
a
completer
place
of
its
size
in
this
kingdom
or
elsewhere
--
I
do
n't
care
where
--
and
here
,
got
into
the
middle
of
it
,
like
a
maggot
into
a
nut
,
is
Josiah
Bounderby
.
While
Nickits
(
as
a
man
came
into
my
office
,
and
told
me
yesterday
)
,
Nickits
,
who
used
to
act
in
Latin
,
in
the
Westminster
School
plays
,
with
the
chief-justices
and
nobility
of
this
country
applauding
him
till
they
were
black
in
the
face
,
is
drivelling
at
this
minute
--
drivelling
,
sir
!
--
in
a
fifth
floor
,
up
a
narrow
dark
back
street
in
Antwerp
.
'
It
was
among
the
leafy
shadows
of
this
retirement
,
in
the
long
sultry
summer
days
,
that
Mr.
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
.
'
It
was
not
by
any
wonderful
accident
that
he
found
her
,
the
time
of
day
being
that
at
which
she
was
always
alone
,
and
the
place
being
her
favourite
resort
.
It
was
an
opening
in
a
dark
wood
,
where
some
felled
trees
lay
,
and
where
she
would
sit
watching
the
fallen
leaves
of
last
year
,
as
she
had
watched
the
falling
ashes
at
home
.
He
sat
down
beside
her
,
with
a
glance
at
her
face
.
'
Your
brother
.
My
young
friend
Tom
--
'
Her
colour
brightened
,
and
she
turned
to
him
with
a
look
of
interest
.
'
I
never
in
my
life
,
'
he
thought
,
'
saw
anything
so
remarkable
and
so
captivating
as
the
lighting
of
those
features
!
'
His
face
betrayed
his
thoughts
--
perhaps
without
betraying
him
,
for
it
might
have
been
according
to
its
instructions
so
to
do
.
'
Pardon
me
.
The
expression
of
your
sisterly
interest
is
so
beautiful
--
Tom
should
be
so
proud
of
it
--
I
know
this
is
inexcusable
,
but
I
am
so
compelled
to
admire
.
'
