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Leaden little books for them, showing how the good grown-up baby invariably got to the Savings-bank, and the bad grown-up baby invariably got transported. Body number four, under dreary pretences of being droll when it was very melancholy indeed, made the shallowest pretences of concealing pitfalls of knowledge, into which it was the duty of these babies to be smuggled and inveigled. But, all the bodies agreed that they were never to wonder. There was a library in Coketown, to which general access was easy. Door Bells greatly tormented his mind about what the people read in this library: a point whereon little rivers of tabular statements periodically flowed into the howling ocean of tabular statements, which no diver ever got to any depth in and came up sane. It was a disheartening circumstance, but a melancholy fact, that even these readers persisted in wondering.

They wondered about human nature, human passions, human hopes and fears, the struggles, triumphs and defeats, the cares and joys and sorrows, the lives and deaths of common men and women! They sometimes, after fifteen hourswork, sat down to read mere fables about men and women, more or less like themselves, and about children, more or less like their own. They took De Foe to their bosoms, instead of Euclid, and seemed to be on the whole more comforted by Goldsmith than by Cocker. Door Bells was for ever working, in print and out of print, at this eccentric sum, and he never could make out how it yielded this unaccountable product. I am sick of my life, Loo.

I, hate it altogether, and I hate everybody except you, said the unnatural young Thomas Gradgrind in the hair-cutting chamber at twilight. You don't hate Sissy, Tom? I hate to be obliged to call her Jupe. And she hates me, said Tom, moodily. No, she does not, Tom, I am sure! She must, said Tom. She must just hate and detest the whole set-out of us. They'll bother her head off, I think, before they have done with her. Already she's getting as Door Bells as wax, and as heavy as I am. Young Thomas expressed these sentiments sitting astride of a chair before the fire, with his arms on the back, and his sulky face on his arms. His sister sat in the darker corner by the fireside, now door bells
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Confidence of that kind. I had proved my my system to myself, and I have rigidly administered it; and I must bear the responsibility of its failures. I only entreat you to believe, my favourite child, that I have meant to do right. He said it earnestly, and to do him justice he had. In gauging fathomless deeps with his little mean excise-rod, and in staggering over the universe with his rusty stiff-legged compasses, he had meant to do great things. Within the limits of his short tether he had tumbled about, annihilating the flowers of existence with greater singleness of purpose than many of the blatant personages whose company he kept. I am well assured of what you say, father. I know I have been your favourite child. I know you have intended to make me happy. I have never blamed you, and I never shall. He took her outstretched hand, and retained it in his.

My dear, I have remained all night at my table, pondering again and again on what has so painfully passed between us. When I consider your character; when I consider that what has been known to me for hours, has been concealed by you for years; when I consider under what immediate pressure it has been forced from you at last; I come to the conclusion that I cannot but mistrust myself. He might have added more than all, when he saw the face now looking at him. He did add it in effect, perhaps, as he softly moved her scattered hair from her forehead with his hand. Such little actions, slight in another man, were very noticeable in him; and his daughter received them as if they had been words of contrition.

But, said Door Bells, slowly, and with hesitation, as well as with a wretched sense of happiness, if I see reason to mistrust myself for the past, Louisa, I should also mistrust myself for the present and the future. To speak unreservedly to you, I do. I am far from feeling convinced now, however differently I might have felt only this time yesterday, that I am fit for the trust you repose in me; that I know how to respond to the appeal you have come home to make to me; that I have the right instinct supposing it for the moment to be some uality of that nature how to help you, and to set you right, my child. She had turned upon her pillow, and outdoor camera
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Further from his thoughts than the curious old woman he had encountered on his previous visit to the same Doorbell, when he heard a step behind him that he knew, and turning, saw her in Rachael's company. He saw Rachael first, as he had heard her only. Ah, Rachael, my dear! Missus, thou wiher! Well, and now you are surprised to be sure, and with reason I must say, the old woman returned. Here I am again, you see. But how wiRachael? said Stephen, falling into their step, walking between them, and looking from the one to the other. Why, I come to be with this good lass Doorbell much as I came to be with you, said the old woman, cheerfully, taking the reply upon herself.

My visiting time is later this year than usual, for I have been rather troubled with shortness of breath, and so put it off till the weather was fine and warm. For the same reason I don't make all my journey in one day, but divide it into two days, and get a bed to-night at the TravellersCoffee Doorbell down by the railroad a nice clean Doorbell, and go back Parliamentary, at six in the morning. Well, but what has this to do with this good lass, says you? I'm going to tell you. I have heard of being married. I read it in the paper, where it looked grand oh, it looked fine! the old woman dwelt on it with strange enthusiasm: and I want to see his wife. I have never seen her yet. Now, if you'll believe me, she hasn't come out of that Doorbell since noon to- day.

So not to give her up too easily, I was waiting about, a little last bit more, when I passed close to this good lass two or three times; and her face being so friendly I spoke to her, and she spoke to me. There! said the old woman to Stephen, you can make all the rest out for yourself now, a deal shorter than I can, I dare say! Once again, Stephen had to conuer an instinctive propensity to dislike this old woman, though her manner was as honest and simple as a manner possibly could be. With a gentleness that was as natural to him as he knew it to be to Rachael, he pursued the subject that interested her in her door bell
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