hard times(艰难时世)-第25章
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his attentive face。 Mrs Sparsit uttered a gentle ejaculation； as
having received a moral shock。
“What do you mean？” said Bounderby； getting up to lean his
back against the chimney…piece。 “What are you talking about？ You
took her for better for worse。”
“I mun’ be ridden o’ her。 I cannot bear ’t nommore。 I ha’ lived
under ’t so long； for that I ha’ had’n the pity and comforting words
o’ th’ best lass living or dead。 Haply； but for her； I should ha’ gone
hottering mad。”
“He wishes to be free； to marry the female of whom he speaks； I
fear； sir；” observed Mrs Sparsit in an undertone； and much
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dejected by the immorality of the people。
“I do。 The lady says what’s right。 I do。 I were a coming to ’t。 I
ha’ read i’ th’ papers that great fok （fair faw ’em a’！ I wishes ’em no
hurt！） are not bonded together for better for worse so fast； but that
they can be set free fro’ their misfortnet marriages； an marry ower
agen。 When they dunnot agree； for that their tempers is ill…sorted；
they has rooms o’ one kind an another in their houses； above a bit；
and they can live asunders。 We fok ha’ only one room； an we can’t。
When that won’t do； they ha’ gowd an other cash； an they can say；
’This for yo’； an that for me；’ an they can go their separate ways。
We can’t。 Spite o’ all that； they can be set free for smaller wrongs
than mine。 So； I mun be ridden o’ this woman； and I want t’ know
how？”
“No how；” returned Mr Bounderby。
“If I do her any hurt； sir； there’s a law to punish me？”
“Of course there is。”
“If I flee from her； there’s a law to punish me？”
“Of course there is。”
“If I marry t’oother dear lass； there’s a law to punish me？”
“Of course there is。”
“If I was to live wi’ her an not marry her—saying such a thing
could be； which it never could or would； an her so good—there’s a
law to punish me； in every innocent child belonging to me？”
“Of course there is。”
“Now； a’ God’s name；” said Stephen Blackpool； “show me the
law to help me！”
“Hem！ There’s a sanctity in this relation of life；” said Mr
Bounderby； “and—and—it must be kept up。”
“No no； dunnot say that； sir。 ’Tan’t kep’ up that way。 Not that
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way。 ’Tis kep’ down that way。 I’m a weaver； I were in a fact’ry
when a chilt； but I ha’ gotten een to see wi’ and eern to year wi’。 I
read in th’ papers every ‘Sizes； every Sessions—and you read
too—I know it！—with dismay—how th’ supposed unpossibility o’
ever getting unchained from one another； at any price； on any
terms； brings blood upon this land； and brings many common
married fok to battle； murder； and sudden death。 Let us ha’ this；
right understood。 Mine’s a grievous case； an I want—if yo will be
so good—t’knaw the law that helps me。”
“Now； I tell you what！” said Mr Bounderby； putting his hands
in his pockets。 “There is such a law。”
Stephen； subsiding into his quiet manner； and never wandering
in his attention gave a nod。
“But it’s not for you at all。 It costs money。 It costs a mint of
money。”
“How much might that be？” Stephen calmly asked。
“Why； you’d have to go to Doctors’ Commons with a suit； and
you’d have to go to a court of Common Law with a suit； and you’d
have to go to the House of Lords with a suit； and you’d have to get
an Act of Parliament to enable you to marry again； and it would
cost you （if it was a case of very plain …sailing）； I suppose from a
thousand to fifteen hundred pounds；” said Mr Bounderby。
“Perhaps twice the money。”
“There’s no other law？”
“Certainly not。”
“Why then； sir；” said Stephen； turning white； and motioning
with that right hand of his； as if he gave everything to the four
winds； “’tis a muddle。 ’Tis just a muddle a’toogether； an the sooner
I am dead； the better。”
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（Mrs Sparsit again dejected by the impiety of the people。）
“Pooh； pooh！ Don’t you talk nonsense； my good fellow；” said Mr
Bounderby； “about things you don’t understand； and don’t you
call the Institutions of your country a muddle； or you’ll get yourself
into a real muddle one of these fine mornings。 The institutions of
your country are not your piece…work； and the only thing you have
got to do； is； to mind your piece…work。 You didn’t take your wife
for fast and for loose； but for better for worse。 If she has turned out
worse—why； all we have got to say is； she might have turned out
better。”
“’Tis a muddle；” said Stephen； shaking his head as he moved to
the door。 “’Tis a’ a muddle！”
“Now； I’ll tell you what！” Mr Bounderby resumed； as a
valedictory address。 “With what I shall call your unhallowed
opinions； you have been quite shocking this lady： who； as I have
already told you； is a born lady； and who； as I have not already told
you； has had her own marriage misfortunes to the tune of tens of
thousands of pounds—tens of Thou…sands of Pounds！” （he
repeated it with great relish）。 “Now； you have always been a
steady Hand hitherto； but my opinion is； and so I tell you plainly；
that you are turning into the wrong road。 You have been listening
to some mischievous stranger or other—they’re always about—
and the best thing you can do is； to come out of that。 Now you
know；” here his countenance expressed marvellous acuteness； “I
can see as far into a grindstone as another man； farther than a
good many； perhaps； because I had my nose well kept to it when I
was young。 I see traces of the turtle soup； and venison； and gold
spoon in this。 Yes； I do！” cried Mr Bounderby； shaking his head
with obstinate cunning。 “By the Lord Harry； I do！”
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With a very different shake of the head and deep sigh； Stephen
said； “Thank you； sir； I wish you good day。” So he left Mr
Bounderby swelling at his own portrait on the wall； as if he were
going to explode himself into it； and Mrs Sparsit still ambling on
with her foot in her stirrup； looking quite cast down by the
popular vices。
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Chapter 12
The Old Woman
ld Stephen descended the two white steps； shutting the
