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Whelp-Hunting

           Bounderbyquiteconfounded,stoodstock-stillinthestreetafterhisfather-in-lawhadlefthim,swellinglikeanimmensesoap-bubble,withoutitsbeauty.

           Mr.Gradgrindwenthome,lockedhimselfinhisroom,andkeptitallthatday.WhenSissyandLouisatappedathisdoor,hesaid,withoutopeningit,‘Notnow,mydears;intheevening.’Ontheirreturnintheevening,hesaid,‘Iamnotableyetto-morrow.’Heatenothingallday,andhadnocandleafterdark;andtheyheardhimwalkingtoandfrolateatnight.

           But,inthemorningheappearedatbreakfastattheusualhour,andtookhisusualplaceatthetable.Agedandbenthelooked,andquiteboweddown;andyethelookedawiserman,andabetterman,thaninthedayswheninthislifehewantednothingbutFacts.Beforehelefttheroom,heappointedatimeforthemtocometohim;andso,withhisgrayheaddrooping,wentaway.

           ‘Dearfather,’saidLouisa,whentheykepttheirappointment,‘youhavethreeyoungchildrenleft.Theywillbedifferent,Iwillbedifferentyet,withHeaven’shelp.’

           ShegaveherhandtoSissy,asifshemeantwithherhelptoo.

           ‘Yourwretchedbrother,’saidMr.Gradgrind.‘Doyouthinkhehadplannedthisrobbery,whenhewentwithyoutothelodging?’

           ‘Ifearso,father.Iknowhehadwantedmoneyverymuch,andhadspentagreatdeal.’

           ‘Thepoormanbeingabouttoleavethetown,itcameintohisevilbraintocastsuspiciononhim?’

           ‘Ithinkitmusthaveflasheduponhimwhilehesatthere,father.ForIaskedhimtogotherewithme.

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