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Miss
Gradgrind
readily
permitting
Mrs.
Sparsit
to
do
anything
she
pleased
,
that
considerate
lady
made
the
beverage
,
and
handed
it
to
Mr.
Bounderby
.
'
It
will
do
you
good
,
sir
.
It
will
warm
your
heart
.
It
is
the
sort
of
thing
you
want
,
and
ought
to
take
,
sir
.
'
And
when
Mr.
Bounderby
said
,
'
Your
health
,
ma'am
!
'
she
answered
with
great
feeling
,
'
Thank
you
,
sir
.
The
same
to
you
,
and
happiness
also
.
'
Finally
,
she
wished
him
good
night
,
with
great
pathos
;
and
Mr.
Bounderby
went
to
bed
,
with
a
maudlin
persuasion
that
he
had
been
crossed
in
something
tender
,
though
he
could
not
,
for
his
life
,
have
mentioned
what
it
was
.
Long
after
Louisa
had
undressed
and
lain
down
,
she
watched
and
waited
for
her
brother
's
coming
home
.
That
could
hardly
be
,
she
knew
,
until
an
hour
past
midnight
;
but
in
the
country
silence
,
which
did
anything
but
calm
the
trouble
of
her
thoughts
,
time
lagged
wearily
.
At
last
,
when
the
darkness
and
stillness
had
seemed
for
hours
to
thicken
one
another
,
she
heard
the
bell
at
the
gate
.
She
felt
as
though
she
would
have
been
glad
that
it
rang
on
until
daylight
;
but
it
ceased
,
and
the
circles
of
its
last
sound
spread
out
fainter
and
wider
in
the
air
,
and
all
was
dead
again
.
She
waited
yet
some
quarter
of
an
hour
,
as
she
judged
.
Then
she
arose
,
put
on
a
loose
robe
,
and
went
out
of
her
room
in
the
dark
,
and
up
the
staircase
to
her
brother
's
room
.
His
door
being
shut
,
she
softly
opened
it
and
spoke
to
him
,
approaching
his
bed
with
a
noiseless
step
.
She
kneeled
down
beside
it
,
passed
her
arm
over
his
neck
,
and
drew
his
face
to
hers
.
She
knew
that
he
only
feigned
to
be
asleep
,
but
she
said
nothing
to
him
.
He
started
by
and
by
as
if
he
were
just
then
awakened
,
and
asked
who
that
was
,
and
what
was
the
matter
?
'
Tom
,
have
you
anything
to
tell
me
?
If
ever
you
loved
me
in
your
life
,
and
have
anything
concealed
from
every
one
besides
,
tell
it
to
me
.
'
'
I
do
n't
know
what
you
mean
,
Loo
.
You
have
been
dreaming
.
'
'
My
dear
brother
:
'
she
laid
her
head
down
on
his
pillow
,
and
her
hair
flowed
over
him
as
if
she
would
hide
him
from
every
one
but
herself
:
'
is
there
nothing
that
you
have
to
tell
me
?
Is
there
nothing
you
can
tell
me
if
you
will
?
You
can
tell
me
nothing
that
will
change
me
.
O
Tom
,
tell
me
the
truth
!
'
'
I
do
n't
know
what
you
mean
,
Loo
!
'
