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She
clung
to
him
as
she
should
have
clung
to
some
far
better
nature
that
day
,
and
was
a
little
shaken
in
her
reserved
composure
for
the
first
time
.
'
Old
Bounderby
's
quite
ready
,
'
said
Tom
.
'
Time
's
up
.
Good-bye
!
I
shall
be
on
the
look-out
for
you
,
when
you
come
back
.
I
say
,
my
dear
Loo
!
A
n't
it
uncommonly
jolly
now
!
'
A
sunny
midsummer
day
.
There
was
such
a
thing
sometimes
,
even
in
Coketown
.
Seen
from
a
distance
in
such
weather
,
Coketown
lay
shrouded
in
a
haze
of
its
own
,
which
appeared
impervious
to
the
sun
's
rays
.
You
only
knew
the
town
was
there
,
because
you
knew
there
could
have
been
no
such
sulky
blotch
upon
the
prospect
without
a
town
.
A
blur
of
soot
and
smoke
,
now
confusedly
tending
this
way
,
now
that
way
,
now
aspiring
to
the
vault
of
Heaven
,
now
murkily
creeping
along
the
earth
,
as
the
wind
rose
and
fell
,
or
changed
its
quarter
:
a
dense
formless
jumble
,
with
sheets
of
cross
light
in
it
,
that
showed
nothing
but
masses
of
darkness
:
--
Coketown
in
the
distance
was
suggestive
of
itself
,
though
not
a
brick
of
it
could
be
seen
.
The
wonder
was
,
it
was
there
at
all
.
It
had
been
ruined
so
often
,
that
it
was
amazing
how
it
had
borne
so
many
shocks
.
Surely
there
never
was
such
fragile
china-ware
as
that
of
which
the
millers
of
Coketown
were
made
.
Handle
them
never
so
lightly
,
and
they
fell
to
pieces
with
such
ease
that
you
might
suspect
them
of
having
been
flawed
before
.
They
were
ruined
,
when
they
were
required
to
send
labouring
children
to
school
;
they
were
ruined
when
inspectors
were
appointed
to
look
into
their
works
;
they
were
ruined
,
when
such
inspectors
considered
it
doubtful
whether
they
were
quite
justified
in
chopping
people
up
with
their
machinery
;
they
were
utterly
undone
,
when
it
was
hinted
that
perhaps
they
need
not
always
make
quite
so
much
smoke
.
Besides
Mr.
Bounderby
's
gold
spoon
which
was
generally
received
in
Coketown
,
another
prevalent
fiction
was
very
popular
there
.
It
took
the
form
of
a
threat
.
Whenever
a
Coketowner
felt
he
was
ill-used
--
that
is
to
say
,
whenever
he
was
not
left
entirely
alone
,
and
it
was
proposed
to
hold
him
accountable
for
the
consequences
of
any
of
his
acts
--
he
was
sure
to
come
out
with
the
awful
menace
,
that
he
would
'
sooner
pitch
his
property
into
the
Atlantic
.
'
This
had
terrified
the
Home
Secretary
within
an
inch
of
his
life
,
on
several
occasions
.
However
,
the
Coketowners
were
so
patriotic
after
all
,
that
they
never
had
pitched
their
property
into
the
Atlantic
yet
,
but
,
on
the
contrary
,
had
been
kind
enough
to
take
mighty
good
care
of
it
.
So
there
it
was
,
in
the
haze
yonder
;
and
it
increased
and
multiplied
.
The
streets
were
hot
and
dusty
on
the
summer
day
,
and
the
sun
was
so
bright
that
it
even
shone
through
the
heavy
vapour
drooping
over
Coketown
,
and
could
not
be
looked
at
steadily
.
Stokers
emerged
from
low
underground
doorways
into
factory
yards
,
and
sat
on
steps
,
and
posts
,
and
palings
,
wiping
their
swarthy
visages
,
and
contemplating
coals
.
The
whole
town
seemed
to
be
frying
in
oil
.
There
was
a
stifling
smell
of
hot
oil
everywhere
.
The
steam-engines
shone
with
it
,
the
dresses
of
the
Hands
were
soiled
with
it
,
the
mills
throughout
their
many
stories
oozed
and
trickled
it
.
The
atmosphere
of
those
Fairy
palaces
was
like
the
breath
of
the
simoom
:
and
their
inhabitants
,
wasting
with
heat
,
toiled
languidly
in
the
desert
.
But
no
temperature
made
the
melancholy
mad
elephants
more
mad
or
more
sane
.
Their
wearisome
heads
went
up
and
down
at
the
same
rate
,
in
hot
weather
and
cold
,
wet
weather
and
dry
,
fair
weather
and
foul
.
The
measured
motion
of
their
shadows
on
the
walls
,
was
the
substitute
Coketown
had
to
show
for
the
shadows
of
rustling
woods
;
while
,
for
the
summer
hum
of
insects
,
it
could
offer
,
all
the
year
round
,
from
the
dawn
of
Monday
to
the
night
of
Saturday
,
the
whirr
of
shafts
and
wheels
.
Drowsily
they
whirred
all
through
this
sunny
day
,
making
the
passenger
more
sleepy
and
more
hot
as
he
passed
the
humming
walls
of
the
mills
.
Sun-blinds
,
and
sprinklings
of
water
,
a
little
cooled
the
main
streets
and
the
shops
;
but
the
mills
,
and
the
courts
and
alleys
,
baked
at
a
fierce
heat
.
Down
upon
the
river
that
was
black
and
thick
with
dye
,
some
Coketown
boys
who
were
at
large
--
a
rare
sight
there
--
rowed
a
crazy
boat
,
which
made
a
spumous
track
upon
the
water
as
it
jogged
along
,
while
every
dip
of
an
oar
stirred
up
vile
smells
.
But
the
sun
itself
,
however
beneficent
,
generally
,
was
less
kind
to
Coketown
than
hard
frost
,
and
rarely
looked
intently
into
any
of
its
closer
regions
without
engendering
more
death
than
life
.
So
does
the
eye
of
Heaven
itself
become
an
evil
eye
,
when
incapable
or
sordid
hands
are
interposed
between
it
and
the
things
it
looks
upon
to
bless
.
