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"By the way, I hope there's a fireplace in your room, Pegler" the words were uttered solicitously. "No, there isn't, ma'am. But I don't mind that. I don't much care about a fire." "There's no accounting for taste!"
Pegler, muffling herself up, and shrinking from observation, whispered a word of entreaty. 'Don't tell me, said Mrs. Sparsit, aloud. 'I have told you twenty times, coming along, that I will not leave you till I have handed you over to him myself. Mr. Bounderby now appeared, accompanied by Mr. Gradgrind and the whelp, with whom he had been holding conference up-stairs. Mr.
She added grudgingly, "He is a kind gentleman, and no mistake." "Indeed he is! I'm glad that you see that now, Pegler." Miss Farrow spoke with a touch of meaning in her voice. "I did a very good turn for myself when I got him out of that queer scrape years ago." "Why yes, ma'am, I suppose you did." But Pegler's tone was not as hearty as that of her lady. There was a pause.
"Yes," he said soothingly. "Yes, Bubbles?" Poor Bill felt very uncomfortable. He did not wish prim Miss Pegler to come in and find him sitting on Bubbles' bed, when no one was yet up in the house. These modern, unconventional ways were all very well, and he knew they often did not really mean anything, but still but still ... "Did you ever hear of the King's Serf?" asked Bubbles suddenly.
But you said no, ma'am, you'd rather it was shut. So then I went to bed." "And you say you admit, Pegler that nothing did happen the night before last?" Pegler hesitated. "Nothing happened exactly," she said. "But I had the most awful feeling, ma'am. And yes well, something did happen! I heard a kind of rustling in the room. It would leave off for a time, and, then begin again.
I've something very important to say to you something which I certainly don't want Pegler to hear me say to you. Pegler may come down any moment she's such a good sort, under that stiff, cross manner. It's so queer she should disapprove of me, and approve of my Aunt Blanche, isn't it?" He got up, and going to the door, shut it. "Lock it!" she called out. "Lock it, Bill!
My dear boy knows, and will give you to know, that though he come of humble parents, he come of parents that loved him as dear as the best could, and never thought it hardship on themselves to pinch a bit that he might write and cipher beautiful, and I've his books at home to show it! Aye, have I! said Mrs. Pegler, with indignant pride.
The maid remained silent, her eyes were fixed; it was as if she had forgotten where she was. "And what exactly happened last night?" "Last night," said Pegler, drawing a long breath, "last night, ma'am I know you won't believe me but I saw the spirit!" Miss Farrow looked up into the woman's face with an anxious, searching glance. She felt disturbed and worried.
Excellent maid though she was Miss Farrow had never known anyone who could do hair as Pegler could the woman was in some ways very unconventional, very unlike an ordinary lady's maid. "Now do tell me exactly what happened?" Miss Farrow spoke with a mixture of coaxing and kindly authority. "What do you think you saw? I need hardly tell you that I don't believe in ghosts."
Gradgrind addressed that maligned old lady: 'I am surprised, madam, he observed with severity, 'that in your old age you have the face to claim Mr. Bounderby for your son, after your unnatural and inhuman treatment of him. 'Me unnatural! cried poor old Mrs. Pegler. 'Me inhuman! To my dear boy? 'Dear! repeated Mr. Gradgrind. 'Yes; dear in his self-made prosperity, madam, I dare say.
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