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After
putting
his
horse
at
Coketown
through
the
storm
,
as
if
it
were
a
leap
,
he
waited
up
all
night
:
from
time
to
time
ringing
his
bell
with
the
greatest
fury
,
charging
the
porter
who
kept
watch
with
delinquency
in
withholding
letters
or
messages
that
could
not
fail
to
have
been
entrusted
to
him
,
and
demanding
restitution
on
the
spot
.
The
dawn
coming
,
the
morning
coming
,
and
the
day
coming
,
and
neither
message
nor
letter
coming
with
either
,
he
went
down
to
the
country
house
.
There
,
the
report
was
,
Mr.
Bounderby
away
,
and
Mrs.
Bounderby
in
town
.
Left
for
town
suddenly
last
evening
.
Not
even
known
to
be
gone
until
receipt
of
message
,
importing
that
her
return
was
not
to
be
expected
for
the
present
.
In
these
circumstances
he
had
nothing
for
it
but
to
follow
her
to
town
.
He
went
to
the
house
in
town
.
Mrs.
Bounderby
not
there
.
He
looked
in
at
the
Bank
.
Mr.
Bounderby
away
and
Mrs.
Sparsit
away
.
Mrs.
Sparsit
away
?
Who
could
have
been
reduced
to
sudden
extremity
for
the
company
of
that
griffin
!
'
Well
!
I
do
n't
know
,
'
said
Tom
,
who
had
his
own
reasons
for
being
uneasy
about
it
.
'
She
was
off
somewhere
at
daybreak
this
morning
.
She
's
always
full
of
mystery
;
I
hate
her
.
So
I
do
that
white
chap
;
he
's
always
got
his
blinking
eyes
upon
a
fellow
.
'
'
Where
were
you
last
night
,
Tom
?
'
'
Where
was
I
last
night
!
'
said
Tom
.
'
Come
!
I
like
that
.
I
was
waiting
for
you
,
Mr.
Harthouse
,
till
it
came
down
as
I
never
saw
it
come
down
before
.
Where
was
I
too
!
Where
were
you
,
you
mean
.
'
'
I
was
prevented
from
coming
--
detained
.
'
'
Detained
!
'
murmured
Tom
.
'
Two
of
us
were
detained
.
I
was
detained
looking
for
you
,
till
I
lost
every
train
but
the
mail
.
It
would
have
been
a
pleasant
job
to
go
down
by
that
on
such
a
night
,
and
have
to
walk
home
through
a
pond
.
I
was
obliged
to
sleep
in
town
after
all
.
'
'
Where
?
'
'
Where
?
Why
,
in
my
own
bed
at
Bounderby
's
.
'
