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When
Tom
appeared
before
dinner
,
though
his
mind
seemed
heavy
enough
,
his
body
was
on
the
alert
;
and
he
appeared
before
Mr.
Bounderby
came
in
.
'
I
did
n't
mean
to
be
cross
,
Loo
,
'
he
said
,
giving
her
his
hand
,
and
kissing
her
.
'
I
know
you
are
fond
of
me
,
and
you
know
I
am
fond
of
you
.
'
After
this
,
there
was
a
smile
upon
Louisa
's
face
that
day
,
for
some
one
else
.
Alas
,
for
some
one
else
!
'
So
much
the
less
is
the
whelp
the
only
creature
that
she
cares
for
,
'
thought
James
Harthouse
,
reversing
the
reflection
of
his
first
day
's
knowledge
of
her
pretty
face
.
'
So
much
the
less
,
so
much
the
less
.
'
The
next
morning
was
too
bright
a
morning
for
sleep
,
and
James
Harthouse
rose
early
,
and
sat
in
the
pleasant
bay
window
of
his
dressing-room
,
smoking
the
rare
tobacco
that
had
had
so
wholesome
an
influence
on
his
young
friend
.
Reposing
in
the
sunlight
,
with
the
fragrance
of
his
eastern
pipe
about
him
,
and
the
dreamy
smoke
vanishing
into
the
air
,
so
rich
and
soft
with
summer
odours
,
he
reckoned
up
his
advantages
as
an
idle
winner
might
count
his
gains
.
He
was
not
at
all
bored
for
the
time
,
and
could
give
his
mind
to
it
.
He
had
established
a
confidence
with
her
,
from
which
her
husband
was
excluded
.
He
had
established
a
confidence
with
her
,
that
absolutely
turned
upon
her
indifference
towards
her
husband
,
and
the
absence
,
now
and
at
all
times
,
of
any
congeniality
between
them
.
He
had
artfully
,
but
plainly
,
assured
her
that
he
knew
her
heart
in
its
last
most
delicate
recesses
;
he
had
come
so
near
to
her
through
its
tenderest
sentiment
;
he
had
associated
himself
with
that
feeling
;
and
the
barrier
behind
which
she
lived
,
had
melted
away
.
All
very
odd
,
and
very
satisfactory
!
And
yet
he
had
not
,
even
now
,
any
earnest
wickedness
of
purpose
in
him
.
Publicly
and
privately
,
it
were
much
better
for
the
age
in
which
he
lived
,
that
he
and
the
legion
of
whom
he
was
one
were
designedly
bad
,
than
indifferent
and
purposeless
.
It
is
the
drifting
icebergs
setting
with
any
current
anywhere
,
that
wreck
the
ships
.
When
the
Devil
goeth
about
like
a
roaring
lion
,
he
goeth
about
in
a
shape
by
which
few
but
savages
and
hunters
are
attracted
.
But
,
when
he
is
trimmed
,
smoothed
,
and
varnished
,
according
to
the
mode
;
when
he
is
aweary
of
vice
,
and
aweary
of
virtue
,
used
up
as
to
brimstone
,
and
used
up
as
to
bliss
;
then
,
whether
he
take
to
the
serving
out
of
red
tape
,
or
to
the
kindling
of
red
fire
,
he
is
the
very
Devil
.
So
James
Harthouse
reclined
in
the
window
,
indolently
smoking
,
and
reckoning
up
the
steps
he
had
taken
on
the
road
by
which
he
happened
to
be
travelling
.
The
end
to
which
it
led
was
before
him
,
pretty
plainly
;
but
he
troubled
himself
with
no
calculations
about
it
.
What
will
be
,
will
be
.
As
he
had
rather
a
long
ride
to
take
that
day
--
for
there
was
a
public
occasion
'
to
do
'
at
some
distance
,
which
afforded
a
tolerable
opportunity
of
going
in
for
the
Gradgrind
men
--
he
dressed
early
and
went
down
to
breakfast
.
He
was
anxious
to
see
if
she
had
relapsed
since
the
previous
evening
.
No
.
He
resumed
where
he
had
left
off
.
There
was
a
look
of
interest
for
him
again
.
