Of course, the trouble did not end with Mr. Coleman and his
family. Nobody can suffer alone. When the cause of suffering is
most deeply hidden in the heart, and nobody knows anything about
it but the man himself, he must be a great and a
good man indeed, such as few of us have known, if the pain
inside him does not make him behave so as to cause all about him
to be more or less uncomfortable. But when a man brings
money-troubles on himself by making haste to be rich, then most
of the people he has to do with must suffer in the same way with
himself. The elm-tree which North Wind blew down that very
night, as if small and great trials were to be gathered in one
heap, crushed Miss Coleman's pretty summer-house: just so the
fall of Mr. Coleman crushed the little family that lived over
his coach-house and stable. Before Diamond was well enough to be
taken home, there was no home for him to go to. Mr. Coleman --
or his creditors, for I do not know the particulars -- had sold
house, carriage, horses, furniture, and everything. He and his
wife and daughter and Mrs. Crump had gone to live in a small
house in Hoxton, where he would be unknown, and whence he could
walk to his place of business in the City. For he was not an old
man, and hoped yet to retrieve his fortunes.
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