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'And to nothing else. They stood looking at each other; Mr. Gradgrind's face as white as the pursuer's. 'What motive even what motive in reason can you have for preventing the escape of this wretched youth, said Mr. Gradgrind, 'and crushing his miserable father? See his sister here. Pity us!
Sparsit, ma'am, said Mr. Bounderby, 'I am going to astonish you. 'Yes, sir? returned Mrs. Sparsit, interrogatively, and in the most tranquil manner possible. She generally wore mittens, and she now laid down her work, and smoothed those mittens. 'I am going, ma'am, said Bounderby, 'to marry Tom Gradgrind's daughter. 'Yes, sir, returned Mrs. Sparsit. 'I hope you may be happy, Mr. Bounderby.
'I always come to a decision, said Bounderby, tossing his hat on: 'and whatever I do, I do at once. I should be surprised at Tom Gradgrind's addressing such a remark to Josiah Bounderby of Coketown, knowing what he knows of him, if I could be surprised by anything Tom Gradgrind did, after his making himself a party to sentimental humbug.
'I hope not, said the eminently practical; 'I confess, however, that the misgiving has crossed me on my way home. 'In idle imagination, Gradgrind, repeated Bounderby. 'A very bad thing for anybody, but a cursed bad thing for a girl like Louisa. I should ask Mrs. Gradgrind's pardon for strong expressions, but that she knows very well I am not a refined character.
Bounderby, with sundry menacing nods and shakes of his head. 'It might have been twice twenty. There's no knowing what it would have been, or wouldn't have been, as it was, but for the fellows' being disturbed. Louisa had come up now, and Mrs. Sparsit, and Bitzer. 'Here's Tom Gradgrind's daughter knows pretty well what it might have been, if you don't, blustered Bounderby.
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." After this whenever Sissy dropped a curtsey to Mr.
Gradgrind's bosom friend, as a man perfectly devoid of sentiment can approach that spiritual relationship towards another man perfectly devoid of sentiment. So near was Mr. Bounderby or, if the reader should prefer it, so far off. He was a rich man: banker, merchant, manufacturer, and what not. A big, loud man, with a stare, and a metallic laugh.
I have given you my decision, and I have got no more to say. Good night! So Mr. Bounderby went home to his town house to bed. At five minutes past twelve o'clock next day, he directed Mrs. Bounderby's property to be carefully packed up and sent to Tom Gradgrind's; advertised his country retreat for sale by private contract; and resumed a bachelor life.
He was very often in their house, in his flittings and visitings about the Coketown district; and was much encouraged by Mr. Bounderby. It was quite in Mr. Bounderby's gusty way to boast to all his world that he didn't care about your highly connected people, but that if his wife Tom Gradgrind's daughter did, she was welcome to their company. Mr.
But there is something not an ology at all that your father has missed, or forgotten. I don't know what it is; I shall never get its name now. But your father may. It makes me restless. I want to write to him to find out, for God's sake, what it is." It was shortly after Mrs. Gradgrind's death that Mr. Bounderby was called away from home on business for a few days; and Mr.
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