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'
Being
so
impulsive
,
'
she
said
composedly
.
'
Mrs.
Bounderby
,
no
:
you
know
I
make
no
pretence
with
you
.
You
know
I
am
a
sordid
piece
of
human
nature
,
ready
to
sell
myself
at
any
time
for
any
reasonable
sum
,
and
altogether
incapable
of
any
Arcadian
proceeding
whatever
.
'
'
I
am
waiting
,
'
she
returned
,
'
for
your
further
reference
to
my
brother
.
'
'
You
are
rigid
with
me
,
and
I
deserve
it
.
I
am
as
worthless
a
dog
as
you
will
find
,
except
that
I
am
not
false
--
not
false
.
But
you
surprised
and
started
me
from
my
subject
,
which
was
your
brother
.
I
have
an
interest
in
him
.
'
'
Have
you
an
interest
in
anything
,
Mr.
Harthouse
?
'
she
asked
,
half
incredulously
and
half
gratefully
.
'
If
you
had
asked
me
when
I
first
came
here
,
I
should
have
said
no
.
I
must
say
now
--
even
at
the
hazard
of
appearing
to
make
a
pretence
,
and
of
justly
awakening
your
incredulity
--
yes
.
'
She
made
a
slight
movement
,
as
if
she
were
trying
to
speak
,
but
could
not
find
voice
;
at
length
she
said
,
'
Mr.
Harthouse
,
I
give
you
credit
for
being
interested
in
my
brother
.
'
'
Thank
you
.
I
claim
to
deserve
it
.
You
know
how
little
I
do
claim
,
but
I
will
go
that
length
.
You
have
done
so
much
for
him
,
you
are
so
fond
of
him
;
your
whole
life
,
Mrs.
Bounderby
,
expresses
such
charming
self-forgetfulness
on
his
account
--
pardon
me
again
--
I
am
running
wide
of
the
subject
.
I
am
interested
in
him
for
his
own
sake
.
'
She
had
made
the
slightest
action
possible
,
as
if
she
would
have
risen
in
a
hurry
and
gone
away
.
He
had
turned
the
course
of
what
he
said
at
that
instant
,
and
she
remained
.
