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'
The
more
fool
you
,
I
think
,
'
said
Mr.
Bounderby
,
in
confidence
to
his
wine-glass
.
)
'
I
were
very
patient
wi
'
her
.
I
tried
to
wean
her
fra
'
t
ower
and
ower
agen
.
I
tried
this
,
I
tried
that
,
I
tried
t
'
other
.
I
ha
'
gone
home
,
many
's
the
time
,
and
found
all
vanished
as
I
had
in
the
world
,
and
her
without
a
sense
left
to
bless
herseln
lying
on
bare
ground
.
I
ha
'
dun
'
t
not
once
,
not
twice
--
twenty
time
!
'
Every
line
in
his
face
deepened
as
he
said
it
,
and
put
in
its
affecting
evidence
of
the
suffering
he
had
undergone
.
'
From
bad
to
worse
,
from
worse
to
worsen
.
She
left
me
.
She
disgraced
herseln
everyways
,
bitter
and
bad
.
She
coom
back
,
she
coom
back
,
she
coom
back
.
What
could
I
do
t
'
hinder
her
?
I
ha
'
walked
the
streets
nights
long
,
ere
ever
I
'd
go
home
.
I
ha
'
gone
t
'
th
'
brigg
,
minded
to
fling
myseln
ower
,
and
ha
'
no
more
o
n't
.
I
ha
'
bore
that
much
,
that
I
were
owd
when
I
were
young
.
'
Mrs.
Sparsit
,
easily
ambling
along
with
her
netting-needles
,
raised
the
Coriolanian
eyebrows
and
shook
her
head
,
as
much
as
to
say
,
'
The
great
know
trouble
as
well
as
the
small
.
Please
to
turn
your
humble
eye
in
My
direction
.
'
'
I
ha
'
paid
her
to
keep
awa
'
fra
'
me
.
These
five
year
I
ha
'
paid
her
.
I
ha
'
gotten
decent
fewtrils
about
me
agen
.
I
ha
'
lived
hard
and
sad
,
but
not
ashamed
and
fearfo
'
a
'
the
minnits
o
'
my
life
.
Last
night
,
I
went
home
.
There
she
lay
upon
my
har-stone
!
There
she
is
!
'
In
the
strength
of
his
misfortune
,
and
the
energy
of
his
distress
,
he
fired
for
the
moment
like
a
proud
man
.
In
another
moment
,
he
stood
as
he
had
stood
all
the
time
--
his
usual
stoop
upon
him
;
his
pondering
face
addressed
to
Mr.
Bounderby
,
with
a
curious
expression
on
it
,
half
shrewd
,
half
perplexed
,
as
if
his
mind
were
set
upon
unravelling
something
very
difficult
;
his
hat
held
tight
in
his
left
hand
,
which
rested
on
his
hip
;
his
right
arm
,
with
a
rugged
propriety
and
force
of
action
,
very
earnestly
emphasizing
what
he
said
:
not
least
so
when
it
always
paused
,
a
little
bent
,
but
not
withdrawn
,
as
he
paused
.
'
I
was
acquainted
with
all
this
,
you
know
,
'
said
Mr.
Bounderby
,
'
except
the
last
clause
,
long
ago
.
It
's
a
bad
job
;
that
's
what
it
is
.
You
had
better
have
been
satisfied
as
you
were
,
and
not
have
got
married
.
However
,
it
's
too
late
to
say
that
.
'
