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Gradgrind, "that is enough. Never breathe a word of such destructive nonsense any more." Then Mr. Gradgrind and his daughter took Cecilia Jupe off with them to Stone Lodge, where she speedily grew as pale as wax, and as heavy-eyed as all the other victims of Mr. Gradgrind's practical system of training. She had not an easy time of it, between Mr. M'Choakumchild and Mrs.
I keep the nine oils ready for him, and I know he will come back. Every letter that I see in Mr. Gradgrind's hand takes my breath away and blinds my eyes, for I think it comes from father, or from Mr. Sleary about father. Mr. Sleary promised to write as soon as ever father should be heard of, and I trust to him to keep his word.
It is true that the negro slave, being a debased barbarian, will probably have either a human affection of loyalty, or a human affection for liberty. But the man we see every day the worker in Mr. Gradgrind's factory, the little clerk in Mr. Gradgrind's office he is too mentally worried to believe in freedom. He is kept quiet with revolutionary literature.
I think he married Gradgrind's daughter? 'Yes, said Mrs. Sparsit, suddenly compressing her mouth, 'he had that honour. 'The lady is quite a philosopher, I am told? 'Indeed, sir, said Mrs. Sparsit. 'Is she? 'Excuse my impertinent curiosity, pursued the stranger, fluttering over Mrs. Sparsit's eyebrows, with a propitiatory air, 'but you know the family, and know the world.
If he is not Torn Gradgrind's colleague before long, I believe we shall at least hear of him in connexion with one of our neighbouring towns. You observe, Mr. Harthouse, that my wife is my junior. I don't know what she saw in me to marry me, but she saw something in me, I suppose, or she wouldn't have married me. She has lots of expensive knowledge, sir, political and otherwise.
Sparsit, 'I was thinking of the dew. 'What have you got to do with the dew, ma'am? said Mr. Bounderby. 'It's not myself, sir, returned Mrs. Sparsit, 'I am fearful of Miss Gradgrind's taking cold. 'She never takes cold, said Mr. Bounderby. 'Really, sir? said Mrs. Sparsit. And was affected with a cough in her throat. When the time drew near for retiring, Mr. Bounderby took a glass of water.
It is true that the negro slave, being a debased barbarian, will probably have either a human affection of loyalty, or a human affection for liberty. But the man we see every day the worker in Mr. Gradgrind's factory, the little clerk in Mr. Gradgrind's office he is too mentally worried to believe in freedom. He is kept quiet with revolutionary literature.
The question was unexpectedly and suddenly answered for her, by the colourless boy, Bitzer, who came round the corner with such blind speed and so little anticipating a stoppage on the pavement, that he brought himself up against Mr. Gradgrind's waistcoat and rebounded into the road. 'What do you mean, boy? said Mr. Gradgrind. 'What are you doing?
Upon my word and honour I seem to be fated, and destined, and ordained, to live in the midst of things that I am never to hear the last of. It really is a most extraordinary circumstance that it appears as if I never was to hear the last of anything! At about this point, Mr. Gradgrind's eye would fall upon her; and under the influence of that wintry piece of fact, she would become torpid again.
'Why, ma'am, he returned, 'I am thinking about Tom Gradgrind's whim; Tom Gradgrind, for a bluff independent manner of speaking as if somebody were always endeavouring to bribe him with immense sums to say Thomas, and he wouldn't; 'Tom Gradgrind's whim, ma'am, of bringing up the tumbling-girl. 'The girl is now waiting to know, said Mrs.
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