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The Whelp

           Feelingitnecessarytodosomethingthen,hestretchedhimselfoutatgreaterlength,and,recliningwiththebackofhisheadontheendofthesofa,andsmokingwithaninfiniteassumptionofnegligence,turnedhiscommonface,andnottoosobereyes,towardsthefacelookingdownuponhimsocarelesslyyetsopotently.

           ‘Youknowourgovernor,Mr.Harthouse,’saidTom,‘andtherefore,youneedn’tbesurprisedthatLoomarriedoldBounderby.Sheneverhadalover,andthegovernorproposedoldBounderby,andshetookhim.’

           ‘Verydutifulinyourinterestingsister,’saidMr.JamesHarthouse.

           ‘Yes,butshewouldn’thavebeenasdutiful,anditwouldnothavecomeoffaseasily,’returnedthewhelp,‘ifithadn’tbeenforme.’

           Thetemptermerelyliftedhiseyebrows;butthewhelpwasobligedtogoon.

           ‘Ipersuadedher,’hesaid,withanedifyingairofsuperiority.‘IwasstuckintooldBounderby’sbank(whereIneverwantedtobe),andIknewIshouldgetintoscrapesthere,ifsheputoldBounderby’spipeout;soItoldhermywishes,andshecameintothem.Shewoulddoanythingforme.Itwasverygameofher,wasn’tit?’

           ‘Itwascharming,Tom!’

           ‘Notthatitwasaltogethersoimportanttoherasitwastome,’continuedTomcoolly,‘becausemylibertyandcomfort,andperhapsmygettingon,dependedonit;andshehadnootherlover,andstayingathomewaslikestayinginjailespeciallywhenIwasgone.Itwasn’tasifshegaveupanotherloverforoldBounderby;butstillitwasagoodthinginher.

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