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'
Did
you
see
your
sister
?
'
'
How
the
deuce
,
'
returned
Tom
,
staring
,
'
could
I
see
my
sister
when
she
was
fifteen
miles
off
?
'
Cursing
these
quick
retorts
of
the
young
gentleman
to
whom
he
was
so
true
a
friend
,
Mr.
Harthouse
disembarrassed
himself
of
that
interview
with
the
smallest
conceivable
amount
of
ceremony
,
and
debated
for
the
hundredth
time
what
all
this
could
mean
?
He
made
only
one
thing
clear
.
It
was
,
that
whether
she
was
in
town
or
out
of
town
,
whether
he
had
been
premature
with
her
who
was
so
hard
to
comprehend
,
or
she
had
lost
courage
,
or
they
were
discovered
,
or
some
mischance
or
mistake
,
at
present
incomprehensible
,
had
occurred
,
he
must
remain
to
confront
his
fortune
,
whatever
it
was
.
The
hotel
where
he
was
known
to
live
when
condemned
to
that
region
of
blackness
,
was
the
stake
to
which
he
was
tied
.
As
to
all
the
rest
--
What
will
be
,
will
be
.
'
So
,
whether
I
am
waiting
for
a
hostile
message
,
or
an
assignation
,
or
a
penitent
remonstrance
,
or
an
impromptu
wrestle
with
my
friend
Bounderby
in
the
Lancashire
manner
--
which
would
seem
as
likely
as
anything
else
in
the
present
state
of
affairs
--
I
'll
dine
,
'
said
Mr.
James
Harthouse
.
'
Bounderby
has
the
advantage
in
point
of
weight
;
and
if
anything
of
a
British
nature
is
to
come
off
between
us
,
it
may
be
as
well
to
be
in
training
.
'
Therefore
he
rang
the
bell
,
and
tossing
himself
negligently
on
a
sofa
,
ordered
'
Some
dinner
at
six
--
with
a
beefsteak
in
it
,
'
and
got
through
the
intervening
time
as
well
as
he
could
.
That
was
not
particularly
well
;
for
he
remained
in
the
greatest
perplexity
,
and
,
as
the
hours
went
on
,
and
no
kind
of
explanation
offered
itself
,
his
perplexity
augmented
at
compound
interest
.
However
,
he
took
affairs
as
coolly
as
it
was
in
human
nature
to
do
,
and
entertained
himself
with
the
facetious
idea
of
the
training
more
than
once
.
'
It
would
n't
be
bad
,
'
he
yawned
at
one
time
,
'
to
give
the
waiter
five
shillings
,
and
throw
him
.
'
At
another
time
it
occurred
to
him
,
'
Or
a
fellow
of
about
thirteen
or
fourteen
stone
might
be
hired
by
the
hour
.
'
But
these
jests
did
not
tell
materially
on
the
afternoon
,
or
his
suspense
;
and
,
sooth
to
say
,
they
both
lagged
fearfully
.
It
was
impossible
,
even
before
dinner
,
to
avoid
often
walking
about
in
the
pattern
of
the
carpet
,
looking
out
of
the
window
,
listening
at
the
door
for
footsteps
,
and
occasionally
becoming
rather
hot
when
any
steps
approached
that
room
.
But
,
after
dinner
,
when
the
day
turned
to
twilight
,
and
the
twilight
turned
to
night
,
and
still
no
communication
was
made
to
him
,
it
began
to
be
as
he
expressed
it
,
'
like
the
Holy
Office
and
slow
torture
.
'
However
,
still
true
to
his
conviction
that
indifference
was
the
genuine
high-breeding
(
the
only
conviction
he
had
)
,
he
seized
this
crisis
as
the
opportunity
for
ordering
candles
and
a
newspaper
.
He
had
been
trying
in
vain
,
for
half
an
hour
,
to
read
this
newspaper
,
when
the
waiter
appeared
and
said
,
at
once
mysteriously
and
apologetically
:
