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Sparsit with modest confusion; but indeed, she said, it seemed so natural to say Miss Gradgrind: whereas, to persuade herself that the young lady whom she had had the happiness of knowing from a child could be really and truly Mrs. Bounderby, she found almost impossible.
Sparsit's white stockings were of many colours, green predominating; prickly things were in her shoes; caterpillars slung themselves, in hammocks of their own making, from various parts of her dress; rills ran from her bonnet, and her Roman nose. In such condition, Mrs. Sparsit stood hidden in the density of the shrubbery, considering what next? Lo, Louisa coming out of the house!
Sparsit followed in the shadow of the trees, at but a short distance; for it was not easy to keep a figure in view going quickly through the umbrageous darkness. When she stopped to close the side-gate without noise, Mrs. Sparsit stopped. When she went on, Mrs. Sparsit went on. She went by the way Mrs.
All his proceedings were the result of the nicest and coldest calculation; and it was not without cause that Mrs. Sparsit habitually observed of him, that he was a young man of the steadiest principle she had ever known.
Sparsit, making her nose more Roman and her eyebrows more Coriolanian in the strength of her severity, 'that the united masters allow of any such class- combinations. 'Yes, ma'am, said Bitzer. 'Being united themselves, they ought one and all to set their faces against employing any man who is united with any other man, said Mrs. Sparsit.
But towards that lady, I do care what you do; and you shall do what is deferential and respectful, or you shall not come here. 'I hope, Bounderby, said Mr. Gradgrind, in a conciliatory voice, 'that this was merely an oversight. 'My friend Tom Gradgrind suggests, Mrs. Sparsit, said Bounderby, 'that this was merely an oversight. Very likely.
Sparsit said with forced lightness of heart, 'You want your breakfast, sir, but I dare say Miss Gradgrind will soon be here to preside at the table, Mr. Bounderby replied, 'If I waited to be taken care of by my wife, ma'am, I believe you know pretty well I should wait till Doomsday, so I'll trouble you to take charge of the teapot. Mrs. Sparsit complied, and assumed her old position at table.
The seizure of the station with a fit of trembling, gradually deepening to a complaint of the heart, announced the train. Fire and steam, and smoke, and red light; a hiss, a crash, a bell, and a shriek; Louisa put into one carriage, Mrs. Sparsit put into another: the little station a desert speck in the thunderstorm. Though her teeth chattered in her head from wet and cold, Mrs.
'Powler Family, said the stranger, after reflecting a few moments. Mrs. Sparsit signified assent. The stranger seemed a little more fatigued than before. 'You must be very much bored here? was the inference he drew from the communication. 'I am the servant of circumstances, sir, said Mrs. Sparsit, 'and I have long adapted myself to the governing power of my life.
Some time in the night, while this young fellow snored Mrs. Sparsit, ma'am, you say you have heard him snore? 'Sir, returned Mrs. Sparsit, 'I cannot say that I have heard him precisely snore, and therefore must not make that statement. But on winter evenings, when he has fallen asleep at his table, I have heard him, what I should prefer to describe as partially choke.
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