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'
'
I
almost
feel
as
though
it
must
be
bad
in
me
,
'
returned
Louisa
,
after
sitting
thoughtful
awhile
,
'
to
be
so
ready
to
agree
with
you
,
and
to
be
so
lightened
in
my
heart
by
what
you
say
.
'
'
I
only
say
what
is
reasonable
;
nothing
worse
.
I
have
talked
it
over
with
my
friend
Tom
more
than
once
--
of
course
I
remain
on
terms
of
perfect
confidence
with
Tom
--
and
he
is
quite
of
my
opinion
,
and
I
am
quite
of
his
.
Will
you
walk
?
'
They
strolled
away
,
among
the
lanes
beginning
to
be
indistinct
in
the
twilight
--
she
leaning
on
his
arm
--
and
she
little
thought
how
she
was
going
down
,
down
,
down
,
Mrs.
Sparsit
's
staircase
.
Night
and
day
,
Mrs.
Sparsit
kept
it
standing
.
When
Louisa
had
arrived
at
the
bottom
and
disappeared
in
the
gulf
,
it
might
fall
in
upon
her
if
it
would
;
but
,
until
then
,
there
it
was
to
be
,
a
Building
,
before
Mrs.
Sparsit
's
eyes
.
And
there
Louisa
always
was
,
upon
it
.
And
always
gliding
down
,
down
,
down
!
Mrs.
Sparsit
saw
James
Harthouse
come
and
go
;
she
heard
of
him
here
and
there
;
she
saw
the
changes
of
the
face
he
had
studied
;
she
,
too
,
remarked
to
a
nicety
how
and
when
it
clouded
,
how
and
when
it
cleared
;
she
kept
her
black
eyes
wide
open
,
with
no
touch
of
pity
,
with
no
touch
of
compunction
,
all
absorbed
in
interest
.
In
the
interest
of
seeing
her
,
ever
drawing
,
with
no
hand
to
stay
her
,
nearer
and
nearer
to
the
bottom
of
this
new
Giant
's
Staircase
.
With
all
her
deference
for
Mr.
Bounderby
as
contradistinguished
from
his
portrait
,
Mrs.
Sparsit
had
not
the
smallest
intention
of
interrupting
the
descent
Eager
to
see
it
accomplished
,
and
yet
patient
,
she
waited
for
the
last
fall
,
as
for
the
ripeness
and
fulness
of
the
harvest
of
her
hopes
.
Hushed
in
expectancy
,
she
kept
her
wary
gaze
upon
the
stairs
;
and
seldom
so
much
as
darkly
shook
her
right
mitten
(
with
her
fist
in
it
)
,
at
the
figure
coming
down
.
The
figure
descended
the
great
stairs
,
steadily
,
steadily
;
always
verging
,
like
a
weight
in
deep
water
,
to
the
black
gulf
at
the
bottom
.
