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Charles Dickens: Hard Times
Based on the original story from Charles Dickens,
adapted by Philip Gooden.
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Grumpy Old
Gradgrind
A long time ago, in the middle of
England, there was a dull, dusty
town called Coketown. It was full
of factories: huge, looming, red-
brick factories with hundreds of
windows that watched over the
town like the eyes of giants.
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The streets where the
townspeople lived were very
similar to each other. And the
lives of the townspeople were
very similar too. Every day they
woke up at the same time, ate the
same measly breakfast and went
to work in the same sooty
factories.
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As you can imagine, life in
Coketown was very dull and very
boring. Except that, in Coketown,
you couldn’t imagine anything.
There was no space for
imagination. The only things that
mattered in Coketown were cold,
hard facts. Facts and figures and
money, of course. Money
mattered.
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Mr Thomas Gradgrind ran a
school near Coketown. He too
was only interested in facts,
figures and money.
Everything about Mr Gradgrind
was straight or square. He had a
solid, square forehead and
straight, dark eyebrows that cast
a permanent shadow over his
eyes.
At this moment, Mr
Gradgrind’s square-tipped finger
was pointing towards a young
girl.
‘Who is that girl?’ he snapped,
his mouth twisting into a frown.
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‘I’m Sissy Jupe, sir,’ the girl
said.
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‘Sissy is not a name,’ said Mr
Gradgrind. ‘Do not call yourself
Sissy. Call yourself Cecilia.’
‘It is my father who calls me
Sissy, sir,’ she explained in a
trembling voice.
‘Then he must stop doing that,’
said Mr Gradgrind. ‘Tell him that
he must never call you Sissy
again. What does your father do?’
‘He – he works in a circus, sir.’
Judging by the expression on
Mr Gradgrind’s face, it was clear
that he did not approve of the
circus.
‘My father works with horses,’
said Sissy.
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‘Is that so? Tell me, Cecilia,
what is your definition of a
horse?’ asked Mr Gradgrind.
Sissy Jupe looked confused. A
horse is a horse – how else could
you define it? Sissy said nothing.
Her face turned a deep shade of
red.
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‘The girl is unable to define a
horse!’ said Mr Gradgrind.
‘Which boy can tell me what a
horse is? How about you, Bitzer?’
The boy called Bitzer had very
fair hair and freckles.
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‘A quadruped,’ he said.
Meaning that a horse has four
legs.
‘Graminivorous,’ he said.
Meaning that a horse eats grass.
‘A horse has forty teeth and
hard hooves. Though hard,
horse’s hooves are also given iron
shoes.’
Bitzer said a lot more. At each
point Mr Gradgrind nodded his
head in approval.
‘Very well,’ he said, smiling and
folding his arms. ‘That is a horse.
Now, let me ask, girls and boys.
Would you decorate your
bedrooms with pictures of horses?
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What about with wallpaper
covered with pictures of horses?’
Half the class shouted, ‘Yes,
sir!’
Seeing that this was the wrong
answer, the other half shouted,
‘No, sir!’
‘Of course you would not. And
why not?’
Silence. No one knew the
answer.
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‘I’ll explain, then,’ said Mr
Gradgrind. ‘Do you ever see
horses walking up and down
walls in real life? Do you?’
‘No, sir!’ said the class.
‘Of course you do not,’ said Mr
Gradgrind. ‘Horses do not walk
up walls. So then, why on earth
would you cover you walls with
pictures of horses? It is
ridiculous! You should not see
things that aren’t real. Forget
such silly things as imagination.
Forget myths, forget magic, forget
fairy tales. Facts are everything!’
Mr Gradgrind walked away
from the school feeling rather
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pleased with himself. He may
have even had a spring in his step
if he approved of such things,
which, of course, he did not. So he
walked at his usual pace, with his
usual serious expression.
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Mr Gradgrind’s good mood
lasted until he reached the border
of Coketown. There, he paused
and looked around. He was sure
that he heard the tinkling of
joyful music floating on the wind.
And he was quite certain that he
saw a scattering of colourful
wooden caravans. And, good
heavens! There was an
obnoxiously large, striped tent.
The flag flying above it read:
SLEARY’S CIRCUS.
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Mr Gradgrind’s straight line of
a mouth turned once again into a
frown. Circuses were colourful
and fun – the exact opposite of
Coketown. What sort of example
would this silly show set his
students? The moment they saw a
galloping horse, juggling clown or
leotard-wearing tightrope walker,
they would forget all about the
importance of facts and figures.
They would want to have fun.
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Already, children were
crouching by a gap in the tent
curtains, taking turns to peer at
the performers inside. These
could not possibly be students
from his school.
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Mr Gradgrind took his glasses
from his pocket and perched
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them on the end of his nose. What
he saw did not please him.
Among the curious children were
his daughter, Louisa, and his son,
Tom. Louisa was sixteen and Tom
was a year younger.
Mr Gradgrind grabbed hold of
his son and daughter and started
leading them away.
‘What on earth are you doing
here?’ he barked.
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‘I wanted to see what it was
like,’ said Louisa. ‘The circus is
leaving soon and I just had to see
it.’
‘What would your friends say,
Louisa?’ her father tutted. ‘What
would Mr Bounderby say?’
As soon as Mr Bounderby’s
name had left her father’s mouth,
Louisa’s face transformed. Her
eyes narrowed, her eyebrows
crinkled, and her lips were so
firmly pressed together that it
would have been impossible for
her to answer her father’s
question.
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Meet Mr
Bounderby
Mr Bounderby was a very large
man and a very rich one, too. He
owned three factories and a bank,
called Bounderby’s Bank.
Perhaps because of his wealth,
or perhaps it was simply his
personality, Mr Josiah Bounderby
thought that he was the most
important man in the world.
Standing in the best room in
Stone Lodge (the home of the
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Gradgrinds), next to Mrs
Gradgrind (a small, thin woman,
who was often ill), Mr Bounderby
looked like a giant.
He was boasting in a loud voice
to Mrs Gradgrind about
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something rather unusual. Not
about how rich and powerful he
was now, but about how poor and
deprived he had been as a child.
‘I did not have any shoes to
cover my little feet,’ said Mr
Bounderby. ‘I spent the day of my
tenth birthday in a ditch, and the
night in a pigsty.
Not that a ditch was new to me,
for I was born in a ditch.’
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Mrs Gradgrind gasped. She
said in a feeble voice, ‘I hope it
was at least a dry ditch.’
‘No!’ cried Mr Bounderby. ‘It
had a foot of water in it.’
‘But what about your mother?’
asked Mrs Gradgrind.
‘My mother left me to my
grandmother,’ said Mr
Bounderby. ‘My grandmother was
the wickedest old woman that
ever lived. If I got a pair of shoes
by any chance, she would take
them off me, sell them and keep
the money for herself!’
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He went on to boast of how,
after this terrible start in life, he
had worked his way up in the
world. Now look at him – the
owner of three factories and a
bank.
At this moment, Mr Gradgrind
arrived home with Tom and
Louisa. If Mr Gradgrind had one
friend in the world, it was Mr
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Bounderby. And if Mr Bounderby
had one friend in the world, it
was Mr Gradgrind. But neither
man believed in friendship. It
wasn’t a fact, you see. It wasn’t a
figure. It couldn’t be measured, so
to them it did not exist.
The two men talked about the
fact that a girl at school, Sissy
Jupe, was the daughter of a circus
performer.
Mr Bounderby said she should
be thrown out of the school. He
said that he and Mr Gradgrind
should go that instant to see her
father and tell him that Sissy was
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no longer welcome due to her
connection with the circus.
As they left Stone Lodge, Mr
Bounderby called to Louisa,
‘Goodbye, dearest Louisa!’
‘Goodbye, Mr Bounderby,’
Louisa replied coldly. Louisa
knew that she was Mr
Bounderby’s favourite. She hated
that fact and, deep down, she
hated Mr Bounderby too.
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When Mr Bounderby and Mr
Gradgrind reached the circus,
they found the tents folded away
and the signs taken down. The
circus was leaving Coketown.
That was good.
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What was not good, however,
was that Sissy Jupe’s father had
left already. He had deserted both
Sissy and the circus, and no one
knew why. Sissy was scared and
sad and all alone.
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Mr Gradgrind walked over to
where Sissy was sitting, tears
raining down her flushed cheeks.
‘I’ll make you an offer,’ Mr
Gradgrind said, quite out of the
blue. ‘You can leave today with
the circus, or you can come to live
at Stone Lodge with my family.
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My wife is very sick, she could do
with someone to look after her.
You can do that and continue
your education.’
Sissy was shocked. Mr
Gradgrind had never showed
kindness like this to anyone.
Without much time to think, Sissy
agreed. She packed a very small
bag and left, waving goodbye to
her circus family.
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The Start of Sissy
and Louisa
Louisa Gradgrind was very close
to her brother, Tom. They both
grew up within the bare, boring
walls of Stone Lodge, both wishing
for music, poetry and paintings –
things they were not allowed.
Once, as a child, Louisa had
turned to her brother and said,
‘Tom, I wonder–’ But, before she
could finish her sentence, Mr
Gradgrind bellowed, ‘Louisa,
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never wonder! Wondering leads
to imagining and imagination is
not good for anything.’
From that moment on, Louisa
never wondered. She never
dreamed or imagined, and soon
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enough, she even found it difficult
to feel things. She was never
happy or sad, she was just there.
Tom, meanwhile, grew into a
sulky, angry young man.
One day, Tom said to Louisa: ‘I
wish I could collect all the facts
and figures we hear so much
about, and all the people who
discovered them. I wish I could
put a thousand barrels of
gunpowder under them and blow
them all up!’
He may not have liked facts and
figures, but Louisa’s brother was
soon going to start work in Mr
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Bounderby’s bank. Facts and
figures were things he would have
to get used to.
Sissy Jupe had not been raised
in the same way as the Gradgrind
children. At first, she did not
enjoy living with them. She would
sit awake at night, tears blurring
her eyes as she thought over and
over about running away. She
wanted to leave this sad, boring
town and go back to the circus
and her father. But she could not
bear to, because her father was
not with the circus anymore. She
could leave for somewhere else,
anywhere else … but what if, one
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day, he came back for her and she
was not in Coketown anymore?
No, she could not risk it. She
would have to stay.
Over time, however, Sissy did
settle into life at Stone Lodge. She
started to look up to Louisa. She
thought Louisa was very smart – a
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lot smarter than people gave her
credit for.
The two girls were very
different from one another. Sissy
was kindhearted and fun, and
tried to always be positive, while
Louisa was distant and cold. She
focused only on facts and never
saw much to be positive about.
But though different, Sissy and
Louisa grew very close.
Eventually, it felt as if they were
more like sisters than friends.
Sissy would tell Louisa stories
about her father. She said that he
was the circus’s funniest clown.
That he used to do gravity-defying
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tricks on horseback and make up
hilarious routines with his
performing dog, Merrylegs.
But with each passing year, he
had got older and weaker. His
tricks hadn’t worked as well as
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they once had, and he had often
injured himself.
One day, as the circus was
preparing to leave town, Sissy’s
father had sent her out to buy
some healing oil for his bumps
and bruises. When she returned,
her father had left and taken
Merrylegs with him. That was the
day that Mr Gradgrind invited
Sissy to live at Stone Lodge. And
though she was happy now, she
still kept the bottle of healing oil.
She thought that her father might
need it one day, when he came
back.
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The Mysterious
Old Woman
On a cool autumn afternoon, Tom
Gradgrind went to visit Mr
Bounderby. They sat in Mr
Bounderby’s dim, grey drawing
room, drank weak tea and talked
endlessly about the boring work
that Tom was going to do at
Bounderby’s Bank.
Tom did not like the sound of
his new job. But he found that he
only had to say ‘Louisa would like
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this’ or ‘Louisa wouldn’t like that’
for Mr Bounderby to change his
mind about which tasks Tom
would have to do. Louisa was his
favourite, so whatever Louisa
would like would happen.
Just as Tom was walking down
the stone steps from Mr
Bounderby’s front door, he felt
something touch his arm. It was
the hand of an old woman.
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She was tall and simply
dressed. Her shoes were muddy
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and tattered, as if she had walked
a long way. She carried a large
umbrella and a little basket.
‘Sir, if you please,’ she said.
‘Have you seen the gentleman
who lives there?’
She pointed her umbrella up to
Mr Bounderby’s front door.
Tom nodded.
‘And how did he look, sir?’ the
old woman asked. ‘Was he well
and cheerful?’
Tom thought of the man he had
just left. Did Mr Bounderby ever
look well or cheerful? Not really.
But the woman looked worried, so
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Tom said to her, ‘Yes, he is well
and cheerful.’
‘Oh, thank you, sir, thank you! I
have walked miles today to find
that out. I am so pleased to finally
hear the answer.’
Tom walked off, leaving the old
woman staring at the large square
house in wonder. He was curious
about the woman’s strange
behaviour. Why would she walk
miles simply to ask if a grumpy
old factory owner was well?
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A Not-So-
Wonderful
Wedding
A few years went by with no sign
of the strange old woman.
Mr Gradgrind continued to run
his school, teaching the children
about facts and figures.
Mr Bounderby grew richer and
richer, thanks to his bank. The
bank that poor Tom Gradgrind
now worked at.
And Louisa Gradgrind?
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Louisa’s life changed on the day
her father called her into his
study at Stone Lodge. ‘Louisa,’ he
said, very seriously. ‘I have just
had a very important talk with a
very important man. A man who
would like to marry you.’
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Louisa’s face fell. Her breath
caught in her throat. She had a
horrible feeling that she knew
which man her father was talking
about.
Mr Gradgrind continued: ‘Mr
Bounderby has asked me for your
hand in marriage.’
‘Father,’ said Louisa, ‘do you
think I love Mr Bounderby?’
Mr Gradgrind looked like he
had bitten into a large lemon. ‘Let
us stick to the facts, Louisa,’ he
said. ‘Does Mr Bounderby want to
marry you? Yes, he does. That is a
fact.
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The only question you have to
answer is: should you marry him?’
‘And should I marry him?’
asked Louisa, staring at her
father.
‘I – I can’t answer that. It has to
be you who decides.’
‘Mr Bounderby is much older
than I am.’
‘Yes, he is.’
Louisa stood up and walked
over to the window. She peered
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out at the smoking chimneys of
Coketown.
‘I will accept Mr Bounderby’s
proposal,’ she said, finally.
‘A wise decision, my dear,’ said
her father. He sounded relieved.
As Louisa shut the door to her
father’s study, she felt a heavy
weight drop in her stomach. She
felt sick. Hot, salty tears spilt
from her eyes.
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‘Mr Bounderby is very rich,’ she
whispered to herself. ‘He has
factories and a bank. Marrying
him is a wise decision. I am doing
the right thing.’ But the facts did
not make her feel any better.
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Louisa Gradgrind and Mr
Bounderby were married eight
weeks later, in a plain grey
church in Coketown.
Tom was pleased that his sister
was marrying Mr Bounderby.
Tom was greedy. He thought that
he could use his sister’s miserable
marriage to get extra money out
of Mr Bounderby.
In fact, the only person who
was sad about Louisa leaving
Stone Lodge was Sissy Jupe. She
knew that Louisa did not love Mr
Bounderby. But Sissy did not say
anything.
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A Very Small
Robbery
The very moment that Louisa
returned from her dreadfully
dreary honeymoon with Mr
Bounderby, she heard a knock at
the door.
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‘Louisa!’ Tom cried as he
walked into the large, square
hallway of Mr Bounderby’s house.
‘I hope that you had a wonderful
trip. I don’t suppose you have a
moment of time for your dear
brother?’
Tom smiled wickedly at his
sister’s confused face. ‘You see,
I’m in a spot of bother and I could
really use your help. I have lost a
little money through gambling.
Well, a lot of money, really. I was
hoping that you could lend me a
few pounds to pay my debts.’
Louisa gave her brother as
much money as she could. She
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loved her brother – it was one of
the few emotions she was sure of.
And Tom, in his own selfish way,
loved his sister, too.
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But Louisa’s money soon ran
out, and the people whom Tom
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owed money to were becoming
less patient and more angry with
each passing day. Tom’s money
worries were making him ill. Soon
he was pale and thin, and looked
much older than his years.
More time passed and things
moved steadily on. Until, one
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warm summer’s evening, when
the factories had shut for the
night and the town lay in a sleepy
silence, something shocking
happened.
‘Someone has broken into the
bank!’ The cry rose throughout
the streets until it reached Mr
Bounderby’s ears.
One hundred and fifty pounds
was stolen. Someone had made a
copy of the key to the safe. Then,
in the middle of the night, they
had broken into the bank, tiptoed
down the cold, stone halls,
opened the safe with the copied
key and stolen the money.
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Mr Bounderby was raging. He
marched off to the bank the
moment he heard the news.
When he returned home to find
that his wife had left him, he was
angrier still. Louisa had returned
to Stone Lodge and her family.
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Louisa explained to her father
that she and her husband had
nothing in common. He was old:
she was young. He was only
interested in making money: she
was not. And they did not love
each other. These were facts.
‘I wish it were different,’ Louisa
said, finally, ‘but it isn’t different
and so ... and so ...’ But Louisa
could not finish what she was
saying. She fell to the floor in
tears.
For only the second time in his
life, Mr Gradgrind was touched
not by facts, but by feelings.
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He gently lifted Louisa up from
where she was lying and wrapped
his arms around her until, at last,
she stopped crying. Then Mr
Gradgrind sent for Sissy Jupe,
who still lived at Stone Lodge. He
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asked Sissy to look after his
daughter.
Sissy was happy to help. She
had missed Louisa. The two
women talked together, walked
together and soon felt almost like
sisters again. Louisa’s heart, once
hardened with facts and figures,
was starting to soften.
Mr Gradgrind was changing
too. Eventually, he decided to go
with his wife to see Mr
Bounderby. He was planning to
tell his friend that Louisa would
not be returning. She would be
staying with her family at Stone
Lodge.
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The Truth About
Mr Bounderby
While Louisa was settling herself
back into life at Stone Lodge, the
investigation into the theft at
Bounderby’s Bank continued.
A strange old woman had been
spotted outside places belonging
to Mr Bounderby. Outside his
house, his factories, his bank. She
carried a large umbrella and a
small basket. It was the same
mysterious woman who had
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spoken to Tom Gradgrind that
autumn afternoon.
Thinking that she must be the
thief, the police arrested her and
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took her to Mr Bounderby’s
house.
The mysterious lady was not
the only guest at Mr Bounderby’s
home that afternoon. The heavy
knock on the front door sounded
just as Mr and Mrs Gradgrind
and Tom sat down in Mr
Bounderby’s drawing room.
A servant showed the
policeman and the frightened old
woman into the drab drawing
room.
‘Mr Bounderby, sir,’ the
policeman said. ‘Here is the
person you have been looking for.
This lady robbed your bank.’
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Mr Bounderby’s face turned
white with shock. His eyes opened
wide and his eyebrows raised
themselves to sit so far up his
forehead that they looked as if
they may never come back down.
‘It was not easy to find this
crook, Mr Bounderby,’ said the
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policeman. ‘But it is always a
pleasure to help you.’
‘W-w-why did you bring her
here?’ Mr Bounderby stuttered.
‘My dear Josiah!’ cried the old
woman. ’My darling boy!’
The policeman and the
Gradgrinds looked from the old
woman to Mr Bounderby and
back again in surprise. What was
going on?
‘I did as you said, Josiah,’ said
the woman. ‘I never told anyone
that I was your mother. I just
came to Coketown from time to
time to take a peep at you and
your fine house, and your factory
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and your bank. It was a proud
peep.’
Now Mr Gradgrind stepped
forwards.
‘How dare you,’ he said to the
woman. ‘If you are Mr
Bounderby’s mother, then you are
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the woman who deserted him
when he was a baby. You left him
to his awful grandmother to look
after.
Mr Bounderby spent his tenth
birthday in a ditch!’
‘Deserted my dear Josiah?
Never! His father died when
Josiah was eight, but I scrimped
and saved to make sure Josiah
never went without. He was given
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the best I could afford. I would
never have left him.’
Mr Bounderby’s face turned
from white to red. The truth had
finally come out. He had not been
born in a ditch or abandoned by
his mother. He was a liar!
The shocking news soon spread
through Coketown.
Mr Bounderby’s face, once
swelled with pride, now sat
slumped against his chest like a
popped balloon.
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Back to
Sleary’s Circus
The police were baffled. If the
strange old woman had not
robbed Mr Bounderby’s bank,
then who had?
If only the people in Mr
Bounderby’s drawing room that
afternoon had turned their heads
just slightly, they might have
known. They might have noticed
how uncomfortable Tom
Gradgrind seemed – particularly
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when the policeman mentioned
the bank robbery. For the truth
was that it was Tom himself who
had robbed his employer’s bank.
He needed the money to pay his
gambling debts.
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Each time someone mentioned
the crime, Tom’s cheeks flushed
and his heart began to beat faster.
He was convinced that he was
going to be found out. He had to
tell someone, but he could not
turn to Louisa. He could not bear
to see the look of shame on his
sister’s face. Instead, he turned to
Sissy Jupe.
‘Where can I go?’ he asked. ‘I’m
sure the police will work out that
I’m guilty if I stay here. But I have
very little money and no friends
to hide me!’
Sissy thought for a moment.
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‘My father’s old circus,’ she
said. ‘Sleary’s Circus. They travel
to Liverpool at this time of year.
Go to Liverpool and tell the circus
that I sent you. They will keep
you safe.’
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Tom did as Sissy told him.
When Louisa discovered Tom’s
crime, she was horrified. Mr
Gradgrind was shocked and
angry at Tom, and at Sissy for
keeping it a secret. But he had
changed. The pity and love he felt
for both of them were stronger
than his anger.
Mr Gradgrind and Louisa
asked Sissy to take them to
Liverpool, to Sleary’s Circus.
The circus was just as Sissy
remembered: full of colour, light,
movement and laughter. It had
everything that Coketown did
not.
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Within the brightly striped
tent, they found Tom. He was
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working as a clown – making
people smile and laugh, and
joking with the other performers;
things he had never been able to
do before. Mr Gradgrind’s heart
sank a little when he saw his son’s
smiling face. He felt guilty for
making his children’s lives so dull
and dreary. And though he could
see that Tom was enjoying the
circus, he knew what had to be
done.
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Mr Gradgrind arranged to
sneak Tom on board a ship sailing
from Liverpool to America. He,
Sissy and Louisa tearfully said
goodbye to Tom.
Tom, however, didn’t feel sad
when he waved goodbye to his
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family. He didn’t shed a single
tear. It was not until he reached
America and realised that he
would never see them again, that
he finally started to miss them.
Once they had bid farewell to
Tom, Mr Gradgrind asked Mr
Sleary whether he had any news
of Sissy’s father.
‘Oh dear,’ said Mr Sleary. ‘You
didn’t know? Merrylegs came
back by himself. That dog would
never have deserted his master,
not as long as he was alive. I’m
afraid that old Jupe must be
dead.’
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Mr Gradgrind turned away.
Tears stung his eyes, but he said
nothing. His heart was too full.
Time moved on, as did the
Gradgrind family.
Mr Gradgrind no longer lived
by facts and figures.
Sissy married and had children.
Though she never stopped
missing her father, the memories
of him now made her smile rather
than cry.
Louisa did not marry again,
after Mr Bounderby. Instead, she
devoted herself to Sissy’s
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children, becoming like a second
mother to them. And to Sissy she
was, and always would be, a
sister.
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Table of Contents
01_Cover.xhtml 1
03_Copyright.xhtml 3
04_Title.xhtml 5
Grumpy Old Gradgrind 6
Meet Mr Bounderby 25
The Start of Sissy and Louisa 37
The Mysterious Old Woman 46
A Not-So-Wonderful
53
Wedding
A Very Small Robbery 61
The Truth About Mr
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Bounderby
Back to Sleary’s Circus 81
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