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Mrs. Sparsit recognized the hand, intimated that such confirmation was quite unnecessary, and gave Mr. Bounderby's address, with all needful clues and directions in aid. 'Thousand thanks, said the stranger. 'Of course you know the Banker well? 'Yes, sir, rejoined Mrs. Sparsit. 'In my dependent relation towards him, I have known him ten years. 'Quite an eternity!
This is not a time for a lady, however highly connected, to be totally inaudible, and seemingly swallowing marbles. Tom Gradgrind, Mrs. Sparsit latterly found herself, by accident, in a situation to overhear a conversation out of doors between your daughter and your precious gentleman-friend, Mr. James Harthouse. 'Indeed! said Mr. Gradgrind. 'Ah! Indeed! cried Bounderby.
'Louisa, repeated Mr. Bounderby. 'Louisa, Louisa. 'You are quite another father to Louisa, sir. Mrs. Sparsit took a little more tea; and, as she bent her again contracted eyebrows over her steaming cup, rather looked as if her classical countenance were invoking the infernal gods.
Sparsit conceived, that it was too developed a nose for the purpose. After which offensive implication, he cut himself a crust of bread, and threw the knife down with a noise. Mrs. Sparsit took her foot out of her stirrup, and said, 'Mr. Bounderby, sir! 'Well, ma'am? retorted Mr. Bounderby. 'What are you staring at? 'May I ask, sir, said Mrs. Sparsit, 'have you been ruffled this morning?
'Because they are improvident, said Mrs. Sparsit. 'Yes, ma'am, returned Bitzer, 'that's where it is. If they were more provident and less perverse, ma'am, what would they do? They would say, "While my hat covers my family," or "while my bonnet covers my family," as the case might be, ma'am "I have only one to feed, and that's the person I most like to feed." 'To be sure, assented Mrs.
Thus saying, Mrs. Sparsit, with her Roman features like a medal struck to commemorate her scorn of Mr. Bounderby, surveyed him fixedly from head to foot, swept disdainfully past him, and ascended the staircase. Mr. Bounderby closed the door, and stood before the fire; projecting himself after his old explosive manner into his portrait and into futurity. Into how much of futurity? He saw Mrs.
Come in, ma'am! then said Mrs. Sparsit, reversing her former word of command. 'Come in, ma'am, or we'll have you dragged in!
With a very different shake of the head and deep sigh, Stephen said, 'Thank you, sir, I wish you good day. So he left Mr. Bounderby swelling at his own portrait on the wall, as if he were going to explode himself into it; and Mrs. Sparsit still ambling on with her foot in her stirrup, looking quite cast down by the popular vices.
When the first hour was out, Stephen even began to have an uncomfortable sensation upon him of being for the time a disreputable character. Then came the lamplighter, and two lengthening lines of light all down the long perspective of the street, until they were blended and lost in the distance. Mrs. Sparsit closed the first-floor window, drew down the blind, and went up-stairs.
Sparsit sat waiting in another corner. Both listened to the thunder, which was loud, and to the rain, as it washed off the roof, and pattered on the parapets of the arches. Two or three lamps were rained out and blown out; so, both saw the lightning to advantage as it quivered and zigzagged on the iron tracks.
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