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If she had once turned back, it might have been the death of Mrs. Sparsit in spleen and grief. She had been descending steadily, to the day, and on the day, when Mr. Bounderby issued the weekly invitation recorded above. Mrs. Sparsit was in good spirits, and inclined to be conversational.
Gradgrind and his daughter took Cecilia Jupe off with them to Stone Lodge, and on the way Louisa never spoke one word, good or bad. And Mr. Bounderby went about his daily pursuits. And Mrs. Sparsit got behind her eyebrows and meditated in the gloom of that retreat, all the evening. LET us strike the key-note again, before pursuing the tune.
'If you hadn't been so mighty particular about the sum, I should have begun to tell you before. Sparsit? 'I have already had the honour 'Very well. And this young man, Bitzer, you saw him too on the same occasion? Mr. Harthouse inclined his head in assent, and Bitzer knuckled his forehead. 'Very well. They live at the Bank. You know they live at the Bank, perhaps? Very well.
She was so steadfastly occupied, that many minutes elapsed before she looked up from her work; when she did so Mr. Bounderby bespoke her attention with a hitch of his head. 'Mrs. Sparsit, ma'am, said Mr.
'Very true, sir, said Mrs. Sparsit, shaking her head. 'Nor yet in a week, ma'am. 'No, indeed, sir, returned Mrs. Sparsit, with a gentle melancholy upon her. 'In a similar manner, ma'am, said Bounderby, 'I can wait, you know. If Romulus and Remus could wait, Josiah Bounderby can wait. They were better off in their youth than I was, however.
She made him her stately curtsey in the garden, one morning before breakfast. 'It appears but yesterday, sir, said Mrs. Sparsit, 'that I had the honour of receiving you at the Bank, when you were so good as to wish to be made acquainted with Mr. Bounderby's address. 'An occasion, I am sure, not to be forgotten by myself in the course of Ages, said Mr. Harthouse, inclining his head to Mrs.
Bounderby immediately crammed her into a coach, and bore her off to Stone Lodge. 'Now, Tom Gradgrind, said Bounderby, bursting into his father-in- law's room late at night; 'here's a lady here Mrs. Sparsit you know Mrs. Sparsit who has something to say to you that will strike you dumb. 'You have missed my letter! exclaimed Mr. Gradgrind, surprised by the apparition.
'When he shocked you, ma'am, said Bounderby; 'when he shocked your feelings? 'Yes, sir, returned Mrs. Sparsit, with a meek shake of her head, 'he certainly did so. Though I do not mean to say but that my feelings may be weaker on such points more foolish if the term is preferred than they might have been, if I had always occupied my present position. Mr.
'Very well, he returned. 'You're a steady Hand, and I was not mistaken. Now, let me hear what it's all about. As it's not that, let me hear what it is. What have you got to say? Out with it, lad! Stephen happened to glance towards Mrs. Sparsit. 'I can go, Mr. Bounderby, if you wish it, said that self-sacrificing lady, making a feint of taking her foot out of the stirrup. Mr.
Sparsit was a Powler, or that I myself am related to the Scadgers family; or if I could even revoke the fact, and make myself a person of common descent and ordinary connexions; I would gladly do so. I should think it, under existing circumstances, right to do so. The same Hermitical state of mind led to her renunciation of made dishes and wines at dinner, until fairly commanded by Mr.
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