hard times(艰难时世)-第80章
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of the incompatibility that led to my so laying down the law； will be
this。 I am Josiah Bounderby； and I had my bringing…up； she’s the
daughter of Tom Gradgrind； and she had her bringing…up； and the
two horses wouldn’t pull together。 I am pretty well known to be
rather an uncommon man； I believe； and most people will
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understand fast enough that it must be a woman rather out of the
common； also； who； in the long run； would come up to my mark。”
“Let me seriously entreat you to re…consider this； Bounderby；”
urged Mr Gradgrind； “before you commit yourself to such a
decision。”
“I always come to a decision；” said Bounderby； tossing his hat
on： “and whatever I do； I do at once。 I should be surprised at Tom
Gradgrind’s addressing such a remark to Josiah Bounderby of
Coketown； knowing what he knows of him； if I could be surprised
by anything Tom Gradgrind did； after his making himself a party
to sentimental humbug。 I have given you my decision； and I have
got no more to say。 Good…night！
So Mr Bounderby went home to his town house to bed。 At five
minutes past twelve o’clock next day； he directed Mrs
Bounderby’s property to be carefully packed up and sent to Tom
Gradgrind’s； advertised his country retreat for sale by private
contract； and resumed a bachelor life。
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Chapter 4
Lost
he robbery at the Bank had not languished before； and did
not cease to occupy a front place in the attention of the
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principal of that establishment now。 In boastful proof of
his promptitude and activity； as a remarkable man； and a self…
made man； and a commercial wonder more admirable than Venus；
who had risen out of the mud instead of the sea； he liked to show
how little his domestic affairs abated his business ardour。
Consequently； in the first few weeks of his resumed bachelorhood；
he even advanced upon his usual display of bustle； and every day
made such a rout in renewing his investigations into the robbery；
that the officers who had it in hand almost wished it had never
been committed。
They were at fault too； and off the scent。 Although they had
been so quiet since the first outbreak of the matter； that most
people really did suppose it to have been abandoned as hopeless；
nothing new occurred。 No implicated man or woman took
untimely courage； or made a self…betraying step。 More remarkable
yet； Stephen Blackpool could not be heard of； and the mysterious
old woman remained a mystery。
Things having come to this pass； and showing no latent signs of
stirring beyond it； the upshot of Mr Bounderby’s investigations
was； that he resolved to hazard a bold burst。 He drew up a placard；
offering Twenty Pounds reward for the apprehension of Stephen
Blackpool； suspected of complicity in the robbery of the Coketown
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Bank on such a night； he described the said Stephen Blackpool by
dress； complexion； estimated height； and manner； as minutely as
he could； he recited how he had left the town； and in what
direction he had been last seen going； he had the whole printed in
great black letters on a staring broadsheet； and he caused the
walls to be posted with it in the dead of night； so that it should
strike upon the sight of the whole population at one blow。
The factory…bells had need to ring their loudest that morning to
disperse the groups of workers who stood in the tardy daybreak；
collected round the placards； devouring them with eager eyes。 Not
the least eager of the eyes assembled； were the eyes of those who
could not read。 These people； as they listened to the friendly voice
that read aloud—there was always some such ready to help
them—stared at the characters which meant so much with a vague
awe and respect that would have been half ludicrous； if any aspect
of public ignorance could ever be otherwise than threatening and
full of evil。 Many ears and eyes were busy with a vision of the
matter of these placards； among turning spindles； rattling looms；
and whirring wheels； for hours afterwards； and when the Hands
cleared out again into the streets； there were still as many readers
as before。
Slackbridge； the delegate； had to address his audience too that
night； and Slackbridge had obtained a clean bill from the printer；
and had brought it in his pocket。 O my friends and fellow
countrymen； the down…trodden operatives of Coketown； oh； my
fellow brothers and fellow workmen and fellow citizens and fellow
men； what a to…do was there； when Slackbridge unfolded what he
called “that damning document；” and held it up to the gaze； and
for the execration； of the workingman community！ “Oh my fellow
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men； behold what a traitor in the camp of those great spirits who
are enrolled upon the holy scroll of Justice and of Union； is
appropriately capable！ Oh my prostrate friends； with the galling
yoke of tyrants on your necks and the iron foot of despotism
treading down your fallen forms into the dust of the earth； upon
which right glad would your oppressors be to see you creeping on
your bellies all the days of your lives； like the serpent in the
garden—oh my brothers； and shall I as a man not add； my sisters
too； what do you say； now； of Stephen Blackpool； with a slight
stoop in his shoulders； and about five foot seven in height； as set
forth in this degrading and disgusting document； this blighting
bill； this pernicious placard； this abominable advertisement； and
with what majesty of denouncement will you crush the viper； who
would bring this stain and shame upon the God…like race that
happily has cast him out for ever！ Yes； my compatriots； happily
cast him out and send him forth！ For you remember how he stood
here before you on this platform； you remember how； face to face
and foot to foot； I pursued him through all his intricate windings；
you remember how he sneaked and slunk； and sidled； and splitted
of straws； until； with not an inch of ground to which to cling； I
hurled him out from amongst us： an object for the undying finger
of scorn to point at； and for the avenging fire of every free and
thinking mind to scorch and sear！ And now my friends—my
labouring friends； for I rejoice and triumph in that stigma—my
friends whose hard but honest beds
