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           Therewasevenhismother,thoughshehadnevermeantverymuchtohim.Andhecouldgooninlife,existingfromdaytoday,withoutconnexionandwithouthope.Forhedidnotknowwhattodowithhimself.

           Hedidnotknowwhattodowithhimself.Sincehehadbeenanofficerforsomeyears,andhadmixedamongtheotherofficersandcivilservants,withtheirwivesandfamilies,hehadlostallambitionto’geton’.Therewasatoughness,acuriousrubberneckedtoughnessandunlivingnessaboutthemiddleandupperclasses,ashehadknownthem,whichjustlefthimfeelingcoldanddifferentfromthem.

           So,hehadcomebacktohisownclass.Tofindthere,whathehadforgottenduringhisabsenceofyears,apettinessandavulgarityofmannerextremelydistasteful.Headmittednowatlast,howimportantmannerwas.Headmitted,also,howimportantitwaseventopretendnottocareaboutthehalfpenceandthesmallthingsoflife.Butamongthecommonpeopletherewasnopretence.ApennymoreorlessonthebaconwasworsethanachangeintheGospel.Hecouldnotstandit.

           Andagain,therewasthewage-squabble.Havinglivedamongtheowningclasses,heknewtheutterfutilityofexpectinganysolutionofthewage-squabble.Therewasnosolution,shortofdeath.Theonlythingwasnottocare,nottocareaboutthewages.

           Yet,ifyouwerepoorandwretchedyouhadtocare.Anyhow,itwasbecomingtheonlythingtheydidcareabout.Thecareaboutmoneywaslikeagreatcancer,eatingawaytheindividualsofallclasses.Herefusedtocareaboutmoney.