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'It's tolerably clear to me, said Bounderby, 'that the little puss can get small good out of such companionship. 'Are you speaking of young Miss Gradgrind, Mr. Bounderby? 'Yes, ma'am, I'm speaking of Louisa. 'Your observation being limited to "little puss," said Mrs. Sparsit, 'and there being two little girls in question, I did not know which might be indicated by that expression.
'Princes and lords may flourish or may fade, A breath can make them, as a breath has made, it was, for certain, more or less understood among the company that he had heard of Mrs. Sparsit. 'Mr. Bounderby, said Mrs. Sparsit, 'you are unusually slow, sir, with your breakfast this morning.
'No, Bitzer, continued Mrs. Sparsit, 'say an individual, and I will hear you; say Mr. Thomas, and you must excuse me. 'With the usual exception, ma'am, said Bitzer, trying back, 'of an individual. 'Ah h! Mrs. Sparsit repeated the ejaculation, the shake of the head over her tea-cup, and the long gulp, as taking up the conversation again at the point where it had been interrupted.
'Yes, ma'am. 'May I inquire, sir, pursued the injured woman, 'whether I am the unfortunate cause of your having lost your temper? 'Now, I'll tell you what, ma'am, said Bounderby, 'I am not come here to be bullied. Mrs. Sparsit first elevated, then knitted, her Coriolanian eyebrows; gathered up her work into its proper basket; and rose. 'Sir, said she, majestically.
If that's all, observed Tom, 'it wouldn't much matter, even if I was to forget it, for Loo's not likely to think of you unless she sees you. Having paid for his entertainment with this agreeable compliment, he relapsed into a hangdog silence until there was no more India ale left, when he said, 'Well, Mrs. Sparsit, I must be off! and went off. Next day, Saturday, Mrs.
If Bounderby had been a Conqueror, and Mrs. Sparsit a captive Princess whom he took about as a feature in his state-processions, he could not have made a greater flourish with her than he habitually did. Just as it belonged to his boastfulness to depreciate his own extraction, so it belonged to it to exalt Mrs. Sparsit's.
'You may hang your head, to make yourself the more attractive; I don't know what they see in you when you hold it up, thought Mrs. Sparsit; 'but you little think, my dearest love, whose eyes are on you! That she hung her head, was certain. She urged him to go away, she commanded him to go away; but she neither turned her face to him, nor raised it.
Sparsit softly crushed her way through the thick undergrowth, so intent upon her object that she probably would have done no less, if the wood had been a wood of adders. Hark! The smaller birds might have tumbled out of their nests, fascinated by the glittering of Mrs. Sparsit's eyes in the gloom, as she stopped and listened. Low voices close at hand. His voice and hers.
Bounderby, and to his friend Tom Gradgrind, and also to Louisa; but in her confusion unluckily omitted Mrs. Sparsit. Observing this, the blustrous Bounderby had the following remarks to make: 'Now, I tell you what, my girl. The name of that lady by the teapot, is Mrs. Sparsit. That lady acts as mistress of this house, and she is a highly connected lady.
At last he made the discovery that to discharge this highly connected female to have it in his power to say, 'She was a woman of family, and wanted to stick to me, but I wouldn't have it, and got rid of her' would be to get the utmost possible amount of crowning glory out of the connection, and at the same time to punish Mrs. Sparsit according to her deserts.
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