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Sparsit was too distant to hear a word of their discourse, or even to know that they were speaking softly, otherwise than from the expression of their figures; but what they said was this: 'You recollect the man, Mr. Harthouse? 'Oh, perfectly! 'His face, and his manner, and what he said? 'Perfectly. And an infinitely dreary person he appeared to me to be. Lengthy and prosy in the extreme.
'She was off somewhere at daybreak this morning. She's always full of mystery; I hate her. So I do that white chap; he's always got his blinking eyes upon a fellow. 'Where were you last night, Tom? 'Where was I last night! said Tom. 'Come! I like that. I was waiting for you, Mr. Harthouse, till it came down as I never saw it come down before. Where was I too! Where were you, you mean.
Sparsit, in her chamber window, resting from her packing operations, looked towards her great staircase and saw Louisa still descending. She sat by Mr. Harthouse, in an alcove in the garden, talking very low; he stood leaning over her, as they whispered together, and his face almost touched her hair. 'If not quite! said Mrs. Sparsit, straining her hawk's eyes to the utmost. Mrs.
Harthouse, said Tom, 'and therefore, you needn't be surprised that Loo married old Bounderby. She never had a lover, and the governor proposed old Bounderby, and she took him. 'Very dutiful in your interesting sister, said Mr. James Harthouse. 'Yes, but she wouldn't have been as dutiful, and it would not have come off as easily, returned the whelp, 'if it hadn't been for me.
And, my good fellow, if you will open your bedevilments to me when they come thick upon you, I may show you better ways out of them than you can find for yourself. 'Thank you, said Tom, shaking his head dismally, and chewing rosebuds. 'I wish I had known you sooner, Mr. Harthouse. 'Now, you see, Tom, said Mr.
Harthouse in conclusion, himself tossing over a rose or two, as a contribution to the island, which was always drifting to the wall as if it wanted to become a part of the mainland: 'every man is selfish in everything he does, and I am exactly like the rest of my fellow-creatures.
She arrived there in great agitation, and was insensible all through the night. I live at her father's, and was with her. You may be sure, sir, you will never see her again as long as you live. Mr. Harthouse drew a long breath; and, if ever man found himself in the position of not knowing what to say, made the discovery beyond all question that he was so circumstanced.
Bounderby; it's very absurd of me as youthful as I described her? asked Mrs. Sparsit, sweetly. 'You drew her portrait perfectly, said Mr. Harthouse. 'Presented her dead image. 'Very engaging, sir, said Mrs. Sparsit, causing her mittens slowly to revolve over one another. 'Highly so. 'It used to be considered, said Mrs.
A beautiful smile. Mr. James Harthouse might not have thought so much of it, but that he had wondered so long at her impassive face. She put out her hand a pretty little soft hand; and her fingers closed upon her brother's, as if she would have carried them to her lips. 'Ay, ay? thought the visitor. 'This whelp is the only creature she cares for. So, so!
If you want to cram for anything, I should be troubled to recommend you to a better adviser than Loo Bounderby. To a more agreeable adviser, or one from whom he would be more likely to learn, Mr. Harthouse could never be recommended. 'Come! said his host. 'If you're in the complimentary line, you'll get on here, for you'll meet with no competition.
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