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'
But
,
my
dear
Tom
,
if
your
sister
has
not
got
it
--
'
'
Not
got
it
,
Mr.
Harthouse
?
I
do
n't
say
she
has
got
it
.
I
may
have
wanted
more
than
she
was
likely
to
have
got
.
But
then
she
ought
to
get
it
.
She
could
get
it
.
It
's
of
no
use
pretending
to
make
a
secret
of
matters
now
,
after
what
I
have
told
you
already
;
you
know
she
did
n't
marry
old
Bounderby
for
her
own
sake
,
or
for
his
sake
,
but
for
my
sake
.
Then
why
does
n't
she
get
what
I
want
,
out
of
him
,
for
my
sake
?
She
is
not
obliged
to
say
what
she
is
going
to
do
with
it
;
she
is
sharp
enough
;
she
could
manage
to
coax
it
out
of
him
,
if
she
chose
.
Then
why
does
n't
she
choose
,
when
I
tell
her
of
what
consequence
it
is
?
But
no
.
There
she
sits
in
his
company
like
a
stone
,
instead
of
making
herself
agreeable
and
getting
it
easily
.
I
do
n't
know
what
you
may
call
this
,
but
I
call
it
unnatural
conduct
.
'
There
was
a
piece
of
ornamental
water
immediately
below
the
parapet
,
on
the
other
side
,
into
which
Mr.
James
Harthouse
had
a
very
strong
inclination
to
pitch
Mr.
Thomas
Gradgrind
junior
,
as
the
injured
men
of
Coketown
threatened
to
pitch
their
property
into
the
Atlantic
.
But
he
preserved
his
easy
attitude
;
and
nothing
more
solid
went
over
the
stone
balustrades
than
the
accumulated
rosebuds
now
floating
about
,
a
little
surface-island
.
'
My
dear
Tom
,
'
said
Harthouse
,
'
let
me
try
to
be
your
banker
.
'
'
For
God
's
sake
,
'
replied
Tom
,
suddenly
,
'
do
n't
talk
about
bankers
!
'
And
very
white
he
looked
,
in
contrast
with
the
roses
.
Very
white
.
Mr.
Harthouse
,
as
a
thoroughly
well-bred
man
,
accustomed
to
the
best
society
,
was
not
to
be
surprised
--
he
could
as
soon
have
been
affected
--
but
he
raised
his
eyelids
a
little
more
,
as
if
they
were
lifted
by
a
feeble
touch
of
wonder
.
Albeit
it
was
as
much
against
the
precepts
of
his
school
to
wonder
,
as
it
was
against
the
doctrines
of
the
Gradgrind
College
.
'
What
is
the
present
need
,
Tom
?
Three
figures
?
Out
with
them
.
Say
what
they
are
.
'
'
Mr.
Harthouse
,
'
returned
Tom
,
now
actually
crying
;
and
his
tears
were
better
than
his
injuries
,
however
pitiful
a
figure
he
made
:
'
it
's
too
late
;
the
money
is
of
no
use
to
me
at
present
.
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
.
'
