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'
My
own
boy
!
She
threatened
me
that
if
I
resisted
her
,
I
should
be
brought
by
constables
,
and
it
was
better
to
come
quietly
than
make
that
stir
in
such
a
'
--
Mrs.
Pegler
glanced
timidly
but
proudly
round
the
walls
--
'
such
a
fine
house
as
this
.
Indeed
,
indeed
,
it
is
not
my
fault
!
My
dear
,
noble
,
stately
boy
!
I
have
always
lived
quiet
,
and
secret
,
Josiah
,
my
dear
.
I
have
never
broken
the
condition
once
.
I
have
never
said
I
was
your
mother
.
I
have
admired
you
at
a
distance
;
and
if
I
have
come
to
town
sometimes
,
with
long
times
between
,
to
take
a
proud
peep
at
you
,
I
have
done
it
unbeknown
,
my
love
,
and
gone
away
again
.
'
Mr.
Bounderby
,
with
his
hands
in
his
pockets
,
walked
in
impatient
mortification
up
and
down
at
the
side
of
the
long
dining-table
,
while
the
spectators
greedily
took
in
every
syllable
of
Mrs.
Pegler
's
appeal
,
and
at
each
succeeding
syllable
became
more
and
more
round-eyed
.
Mr.
Bounderby
still
walking
up
and
down
when
Mrs.
Pegler
had
done
,
Mr.
Gradgrind
addressed
that
maligned
old
lady
:
'
I
am
surprised
,
madam
,
'
he
observed
with
severity
,
'
that
in
your
old
age
you
have
the
face
to
claim
Mr.
Bounderby
for
your
son
,
after
your
unnatural
and
inhuman
treatment
of
him
.
'
'
Me
unnatural
!
'
cried
poor
old
Mrs.
Pegler
.
'
Me
inhuman
!
To
my
dear
boy
?
'
'
Dear
!
'
repeated
Mr.
Gradgrind
.
'
Yes
;
dear
in
his
self-made
prosperity
,
madam
,
I
dare
say
.
Not
very
dear
,
however
,
when
you
deserted
him
in
his
infancy
,
and
left
him
to
the
brutality
of
a
drunken
grandmother
.
'
'
I
deserted
my
Josiah
!
'
cried
Mrs.
Pegler
,
clasping
her
hands
.
'
Now
,
Lord
forgive
you
,
sir
,
for
your
wicked
imaginations
,
and
for
your
scandal
against
the
memory
of
my
poor
mother
,
who
died
in
my
arms
before
Josiah
was
born
.
May
you
repent
of
it
,
sir
,
and
live
to
know
better
!
'
She
was
so
very
earnest
and
injured
,
that
Mr.
Gradgrind
,
shocked
by
the
possibility
which
dawned
upon
him
,
said
in
a
gentler
tone
:
'
Do
you
deny
,
then
,
madam
,
that
you
left
your
son
to
--
to
be
brought
up
in
the
gutter
?
'
