Hard Times

by Charles Dickens

'Let it be so. Since Mr. Bounderby likes to take me thus, I am satisfied to accept his proposal. Tell him, father, as soon as you please, that this was my answer. Repeat it, word for word, if you can, because I should wish him to know what I said.'

is there a play on words or something?

she reminds me of mrs. bennet here.

so she's happy...?

yay for buying her love.

A sunny midsummer day. There was such a thing sometimes, even in Coketown.

oh. well now i feel uplifted. thank you.

He had been married now a year;

already?

i don't even have a hunch as to who it is.

'Yes,' said Mrs. Sparsit, suddenly compressing her mouth, 'he had that—honour.'

interesting...

odd. i am confused.

the stranger dude?

i am so confused.

of course she is.

heh. can't blame him.

does somebody have a crush?

In many great respects he was essentially below them. He was not so honest, he was not so manly, he was not so good-humoured; he substituted cunning for their simplicity, and passion for their safe solid sense. An ill-made, high-shouldered man, with lowering brows, and his features crushed into an habitually sour expression, he contrasted most unfavourably, even in his mongrel dress, with the great body of his hearers in their plain working clothes.

typical politician.

i'm still really confused.

why is he being avoided? confused...

that's why everyone is avoiding him?

The wind began to get boisterous.

pathetic fallacy.

i still think she's bounderby's mom.

Even the coming sun made but a pale waste in the sky, like a sad sea.

'I never in my life,' he thought, 'saw anything so remarkable and so captivating as the lighting of those features!'

is it her feeling obligated to wed bounderby?

He took to biting the rosebuds now, and tearing them away from his teeth with a hand

well... roses taste good.

hahaa. that's funny.

just like everyone else.

by tom gradgrind. and stephen was loitering by tom's commands. so it'll look like it was him and not tom.

lies!

'Serve you right, you Noodle, and I am glad of it.'

hahhaa.

reminds me of jane eyre.

Rome wasn't built in a day,

allusion!

bah. who cares about her staircase?

and be a spy.

ouch...

some "lady".

scandalous!

serves her right.

aw. that's sad.

and occasionally becoming rather hot when any steps approached that room.

oh did he now? ha...

rachael?

or not rachael... lol.

awww! ):

i'm so confused... again.

aw. poor guy.

this is a mess.

i don't believe him.

good riddance.

this is getting messier.

he actually kinda respects her?

poor stephen...