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'
O
indeed
?
Still
,
'
said
Mr.
Gradgrind
,
'
I
need
not
point
out
to
you
,
Louisa
,
that
it
is
governed
by
the
laws
which
govern
lives
in
the
aggregate
.
'
'
While
it
lasts
,
I
would
wish
to
do
the
little
I
can
,
and
the
little
I
am
fit
for
.
What
does
it
matter
?
'
Mr.
Gradgrind
seemed
rather
at
a
loss
to
understand
the
last
four
words
;
replying
,
'
How
,
matter
?
What
matter
,
my
dear
?
'
'
Mr.
Bounderby
,
'
she
went
on
in
a
steady
,
straight
way
,
without
regarding
this
,
'
asks
me
to
marry
him
.
The
question
I
have
to
ask
myself
is
,
shall
I
marry
him
?
That
is
so
,
father
,
is
it
not
?
You
have
told
me
so
,
father
.
Have
you
not
?
'
'
Certainly
,
my
dear
.
'
'
Let
it
be
so
.
Since
Mr.
Bounderby
likes
to
take
me
thus
,
I
am
satisfied
to
accept
his
proposal
.
Tell
him
,
father
,
as
soon
as
you
please
,
that
this
was
my
answer
.
Repeat
it
,
word
for
word
,
if
you
can
,
because
I
should
wish
him
to
know
what
I
said
.
'
'
It
is
quite
right
,
my
dear
,
'
retorted
her
father
approvingly
,
'
to
be
exact
.
I
will
observe
your
very
proper
request
.
Have
you
any
wish
in
reference
to
the
period
of
your
marriage
,
my
child
?
'
'
None
,
father
.
What
does
it
matter
!
'
Mr.
Gradgrind
had
drawn
his
chair
a
little
nearer
to
her
,
and
taken
her
hand
.
But
,
her
repetition
of
these
words
seemed
to
strike
with
some
little
discord
on
his
ear
.
He
paused
to
look
at
her
,
and
,
still
holding
her
hand
,
said
:
