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Harthouse, I hope you have had about a dose of old Bounderby to-night. Tom said this with one eye shut up again, and looking over his glass knowingly, at his entertainer. 'A very good fellow indeed! returned Mr. James Harthouse. 'You think so, don't you? said Tom. And shut up his eye again. Mr.
Bounderby, bending himself at the knees, literally embraced his legs in his great satisfaction and laughed aloud. Mr. and Miss Gradgrind being then announced, he received the former with a shake of the hand, and the latter with a kiss. 'Can Jupe be sent here, Bounderby? asked Mr. Gradgrind. Certainly. So Jupe was sent there. On coming in, she curtseyed to Mr.
'She kept a chandler's shop, pursued Bounderby, 'and kept me in an egg-box. That was the cot of my infancy; an old egg-box. As soon as I was big enough to run away, of course I ran away. Then I became a young vagabond; and instead of one old woman knocking me about and starving me, everybody of all ages knocked me about and starved me. They were right; they had no business to do anything else.
Sparsit with modest confusion; but indeed, she said, it seemed so natural to say Miss Gradgrind: whereas, to persuade herself that the young lady whom she had had the happiness of knowing from a child could be really and truly Mrs. Bounderby, she found almost impossible.
Bounderby asks me to marry him. 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." "It is quite right, my dear," retorted her father approvingly, "to be exact I will observe your very proper request.
She sat down stiffly in a chair, as if she were frozen; and with a fixed stare at Mr. Bounderby, slowly grated her mittens against one another, as if they were frozen too. 'My dear Josiah! cried Mrs. Pegler, trembling. 'My darling boy! I am not to blame. It's not my fault, Josiah.
"My dear Baron," Sir William Bounderby said, "I want you to change your stand to-day. I must have a good man at the far corner as the birds go off my land from there, and Addington was missing them shockingly yesterday. Besides, there is a new man coming on your left, and I know nothing of his shooting nothing at all!" Peter smiled. "Anywhere you choose to put me, Sir William," he assented.
Meanwhile the marriage was appointed to be solemnized in eight weeks' time, and Mr. Bounderby went every evening to Stone Lodge as an accepted wooer. Love was made on these occasions in the form of bracelets; and, on all occasions during the period of betrothal, took a manufacturing aspect.
'I told him I would give her a shake-down here, last night, in order that he might sleep on it before he decided to let her have any association with Louisa. 'Indeed, Mr. Bounderby? Very thoughtful of you! Mrs. Sparsit's Coriolanian nose underwent a slight expansion of the nostrils, and her black eyebrows contracted as she took a sip of tea.
Bounderby may have been annoyed by the repetition of his own words to Stephen Blackpool, but he cut the quotation short with an angry start. 'Come! said he, 'I don't want to be told about that. I know what I took her for, as well as you do. Never you mind what I took her for; that's my look out.
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