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One corpulent slow boy, with a wheezy manner of breathing, ventured the answer, Because he wouldn't paper a room at all, but would paint it. 'You must paper it, said the gentleman, rather warmly. 'You must paper it, said Thomas Gradgrind, 'whether you like it or not. Don't tell us you wouldn't paper it. What do you mean, boy?
You have banned Bluebeard, and treated Red Ridinghood as no better than the Bonnet Rouge of domestic Jacobinism. You are a model mother, with whom even the late Mr. Gradgrind might be satisfied. "Truth, crushed to earth" by the whole race of nurses of the good old time, rises again triumphant at your hearth-stone.
Gradgrind, squarely pointing with his square forefinger, 'I don't know that girl. Who is that girl? 'Sissy Jupe, sir, explained number twenty, blushing, standing up, and curtseying. 'Sissy is not a name, said Mr. Gradgrind. 'Don't call yourself Sissy. Call yourself Cecilia. 'It's father as calls me Sissy, sir, returned the young girl in a trembling voice, and with another curtsey.
'Tom Gradgrind, replied Bounderby, knocking the flat of his hand several times with great vehemence on the table, 'I speak of a very special messenger that has come to me, in reference to Louisa. Mrs. Sparsit, ma'am, stand forward!
He is calmed and kept in his place by a constant succession of wild philosophies. The only thing that remains after all the philosophies is the factory. The only man who gains by all the philosophies is Gradgrind. It would be worth his while to keep his commercial helotry supplied with sceptical literature. And now I come to think of it, of course, Gradgrind is famous for giving libraries.
So drifting icebergs, setting with a current, wreck the ships. IV. Mr. Gradgrind and His Daughter Mrs. Gradgrind died while her husband was up in London, and Louisa was with her mother when death came. "You learnt a great deal, Louisa, and so did your brother," said Mrs. Gradgrind, when she was dying. "Ologies of all kinds from morning to night.
Gradgrind wanted girls to come to the school, and Louisa and Thomas both said that the girl wanted to come, and that Mr. Gradgrind wanted girls to come, and how was it possible to contradict them when such was the fact! 'Now I tell you what, Gradgrind! said Mr. Bounderby. 'Turn this girl to the right about, and there's an end of it. 'I am much of your opinion.
She looked at her father again, but no tear fell down her cheek. 'You! Thomas and you, to whom the circle of the sciences is open; Thomas and you, who may be said to be replete with facts; Thomas and you, who have been trained to mathematical exactness; Thomas and you, here! cried Mr. Gradgrind. 'In this degraded position! I am amazed. 'I was tired, father.
And now, you see, I shall be worrying myself morning, noon, and night, to know what I am to call him!" "Mrs. Gradgrind," said her husband solemnly, "what do you mean?" "Whatever am I to call him when he is married to Louisa? I must call him something. It's impossible to be constantly addressing him, and never giving him a name. I cannot call him Josiah, for the name is insupportable to me.
'Jupe sent his daughter out on an errand not an hour ago, and then was seen to slip out himself, with his hat over his eyes, and a bundle tied up in a handkerchief under his arm. She will never believe it of him, but he has cut away and left her. 'Pray, said Mr. Gradgrind, 'why will she never believe it of him? 'Because those two were one. Because they were never asunder.
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