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The women sadly bestirred themselves to get the clothes together it was soon done, for they were not many and to pack them in a basket which had often travelled with them. Sissy sat all the time upon the ground, still sobbing, and covering her eyes. Mr. Gradgrind and his friend Bounderby stood near the door, ready to t... | No speaker | before I break my heart!"<|quote|>The women sadly bestirred themselves to get the clothes together it was soon done, for they were not many and to pack them in a basket which had often travelled with them. Sissy sat all the time upon the ground, still sobbing, and covering her eyes. Mr. Gradgrind and his friend Bounder... | and let me go away before I break my heart!"<|quote|>The women sadly bestirred themselves to get the clothes together it was soon done, for they were not many and to pack them in a basket which had often travelled with them. Sissy sat all the time upon the ground, still sobbing, and covering her eyes. Mr. Gradgrind and... | keepth a prethiouth thight of money out of the houthe. But never mind that at prethent." There was another silence; and then she exclaimed, sobbing with her hands before her face, "Oh, give me my clothes, give me my clothes, and let me go away before I break my heart!"<|quote|>The women sadly bestirred themselves to ge... | where you went. I should have no power of keeping you against his wish, and he would have no difficulty, at any time, in finding Mr. Thomas Gradgrind of Coketown. I am well known." "Well known," assented Mr. Sleary, rolling his loose eye. "You're one of the thort, Thquire, that keepth a prethiouth thight of money out o... | you know your own mind!" "When father comes back," cried the girl, bursting into tears again after a minute's silence, "how will he ever find me if I go away!" "You may be quite at ease," said Mr. Gradgrind, calmly; he worked out the whole matter like a sum: "you may be quite at ease, Jupe, on that score. In such a cas... | But what I thay, Thquire, ith, that good tempered or bad tempered, I never did a horthe a injury yet, no more than thwearing at him went, and that I don't expect I thall begin otherwithe at my time of life, with a rider. I never wath much of a Cackler, Thquire, and I have thed my thay." The latter part of this speech w... | by the speaker's strong common sense, they took it in extraordinary dudgeon. The men muttered "Shame!" and the women "Brute!" and Sleary, in some haste, communicated the following hint, apart to Mr. Bounderby. "I tell you what, Thquire. To thpeak plain to you, my opinion ith that you had better cut it thort, and drop i... | time," said Sleary, "I mutht put in my word, Thquire, tho that both thides of the banner may be equally theen. If you like, Thethilia, to be prentitht, you know the natur of the work and you know your companionth. Emma Gordon, in whothe lap you're a lying at prethent, would be a mother to you, and Joth'phine would be a... | Hard Times |
"Now, Jupe," | Thomas Gradgrind | foolish set of women altogether.<|quote|>"Now, Jupe,"</|quote|>said Mr. Gradgrind. "If you | and were a tender-hearted, simple, foolish set of women altogether.<|quote|>"Now, Jupe,"</|quote|>said Mr. Gradgrind. "If you are quite determined, come!" But | brought her bonnet to her, and smoothed her disordered hair, and put it on. Then they pressed about her, and bent over her in very natural attitudes, kissing and embracing her: and brought the children to take leave of her; and were a tender-hearted, simple, foolish set of women altogether.<|quote|>"Now, Jupe,"</|quote... | take her away. Mr. Sleary stood in the middle of the room, with the male members of the company about him, exactly as he would have stood in the centre of the ring during his daughter Josephine's performance. He wanted nothing but his whip. The basket packed in silence, they brought her bonnet to her, and smoothed her ... | the houthe. But never mind that at prethent." There was another silence; and then she exclaimed, sobbing with her hands before her face, "Oh, give me my clothes, give me my clothes, and let me go away before I break my heart!" The women sadly bestirred themselves to get the clothes together it was soon done, for they w... | upon her patron. The whole company perceived the force of the change, and drew a long breath together, that plainly said, "she will go!" "Be sure you know your own mind, Jupe," Mr. Gradgrind cautioned her; "I say no more. Be sure you know your own mind!" "When father comes back," cried the girl, bursting into tears aga... | Thquire. Thick to that!" From Sleary. "Well then. I, who came here to inform the father of the poor girl, Jupe, that she could not be received at the school any more, in consequence of there being practical objections, into which I need not enter, to the reception there of the children of persons so employed, am prepar... | tempered or bad tempered, I never did a horthe a injury yet, no more than thwearing at him went, and that I don't expect I thall begin otherwithe at my time of life, with a rider. I never wath much of a Cackler, Thquire, and I have thed my thay." The latter part of this speech was addressed to Mr. Gradgrind, who receiv... | Hard Times |
said Mr. Gradgrind. | No speaker | of women altogether. "Now, Jupe,"<|quote|>said Mr. Gradgrind.</|quote|>"If you are quite determined, | a tender-hearted, simple, foolish set of women altogether. "Now, Jupe,"<|quote|>said Mr. Gradgrind.</|quote|>"If you are quite determined, come!" But she had to | bonnet to her, and smoothed her disordered hair, and put it on. Then they pressed about her, and bent over her in very natural attitudes, kissing and embracing her: and brought the children to take leave of her; and were a tender-hearted, simple, foolish set of women altogether. "Now, Jupe,"<|quote|>said Mr. Gradgrind.... | away. Mr. Sleary stood in the middle of the room, with the male members of the company about him, exactly as he would have stood in the centre of the ring during his daughter Josephine's performance. He wanted nothing but his whip. The basket packed in silence, they brought her bonnet to her, and smoothed her disordere... | But never mind that at prethent." There was another silence; and then she exclaimed, sobbing with her hands before her face, "Oh, give me my clothes, give me my clothes, and let me go away before I break my heart!" The women sadly bestirred themselves to get the clothes together it was soon done, for they were not many... | patron. The whole company perceived the force of the change, and drew a long breath together, that plainly said, "she will go!" "Be sure you know your own mind, Jupe," Mr. Gradgrind cautioned her; "I say no more. Be sure you know your own mind!" "When father comes back," cried the girl, bursting into tears again after ... | to that!" From Sleary. "Well then. I, who came here to inform the father of the poor girl, Jupe, that she could not be received at the school any more, in consequence of there being practical objections, into which I need not enter, to the reception there of the children of persons so employed, am prepared in these alt... | your father himself (from what I understand) appears, on your behalf, to have known and felt that much." The last words had a visible effect upon her. She stopped in her wild crying, a little detached herself from Emma Gordon, and turned her face full upon her patron. The whole company perceived the force of the change... | Hard Times |
"If you are quite determined, come!" | Thomas Gradgrind | "Now, Jupe," said Mr. Gradgrind.<|quote|>"If you are quite determined, come!"</|quote|>But she had to take | foolish set of women altogether. "Now, Jupe," said Mr. Gradgrind.<|quote|>"If you are quite determined, come!"</|quote|>But she had to take her farewell of the male | and smoothed her disordered hair, and put it on. Then they pressed about her, and bent over her in very natural attitudes, kissing and embracing her: and brought the children to take leave of her; and were a tender-hearted, simple, foolish set of women altogether. "Now, Jupe," said Mr. Gradgrind.<|quote|>"If you are qu... | stood in the middle of the room, with the male members of the company about him, exactly as he would have stood in the centre of the ring during his daughter Josephine's performance. He wanted nothing but his whip. The basket packed in silence, they brought her bonnet to her, and smoothed her disordered hair, and put i... | that at prethent." There was another silence; and then she exclaimed, sobbing with her hands before her face, "Oh, give me my clothes, give me my clothes, and let me go away before I break my heart!" The women sadly bestirred themselves to get the clothes together it was soon done, for they were not many and to pack th... | company perceived the force of the change, and drew a long breath together, that plainly said, "she will go!" "Be sure you know your own mind, Jupe," Mr. Gradgrind cautioned her; "I say no more. Be sure you know your own mind!" "When father comes back," cried the girl, bursting into tears again after a minute's silence... | Sleary. "Well then. I, who came here to inform the father of the poor girl, Jupe, that she could not be received at the school any more, in consequence of there being practical objections, into which I need not enter, to the reception there of the children of persons so employed, am prepared in these altered circumstan... | a injury yet, no more than thwearing at him went, and that I don't expect I thall begin otherwithe at my time of life, with a rider. I never wath much of a Cackler, Thquire, and I have thed my thay." The latter part of this speech was addressed to Mr. Gradgrind, who received it with a grave inclination of his head, and... | Hard Times |
But she had to take her farewell of the male part of the company yet, and every one of them had to unfold his arms (for they all assumed the professional attitude when they found themselves near Sleary), and give her a parting kiss Master Kidderminster excepted, in whose young nature there was an original flavour of th... | No speaker | you are quite determined, come!"<|quote|>But she had to take her farewell of the male part of the company yet, and every one of them had to unfold his arms (for they all assumed the professional attitude when they found themselves near Sleary), and give her a parting kiss Master Kidderminster excepted, in whose young n... | Jupe," said Mr. Gradgrind. "If you are quite determined, come!"<|quote|>But she had to take her farewell of the male part of the company yet, and every one of them had to unfold his arms (for they all assumed the professional attitude when they found themselves near Sleary), and give her a parting kiss Master Kiddermin... | put it on. Then they pressed about her, and bent over her in very natural attitudes, kissing and embracing her: and brought the children to take leave of her; and were a tender-hearted, simple, foolish set of women altogether. "Now, Jupe," said Mr. Gradgrind. "If you are quite determined, come!"<|quote|>But she had to ... | room, with the male members of the company about him, exactly as he would have stood in the centre of the ring during his daughter Josephine's performance. He wanted nothing but his whip. The basket packed in silence, they brought her bonnet to her, and smoothed her disordered hair, and put it on. Then they pressed abo... | silence; and then she exclaimed, sobbing with her hands before her face, "Oh, give me my clothes, give me my clothes, and let me go away before I break my heart!" The women sadly bestirred themselves to get the clothes together it was soon done, for they were not many and to pack them in a basket which had often travel... | change, and drew a long breath together, that plainly said, "she will go!" "Be sure you know your own mind, Jupe," Mr. Gradgrind cautioned her; "I say no more. Be sure you know your own mind!" "When father comes back," cried the girl, bursting into tears again after a minute's silence, "how will he ever find me if I go... | here to inform the father of the poor girl, Jupe, that she could not be received at the school any more, in consequence of there being practical objections, into which I need not enter, to the reception there of the children of persons so employed, am prepared in these altered circumstances to make a proposal. I am wil... | observation I will make to you, Jupe, in the way of influencing your decision, is, that it is highly desirable to have a sound practical education, and that even your father himself (from what I understand) appears, on your behalf, to have known and felt that much." The last words had a visible effect upon her. She sto... | Hard Times |
"Good-bye, my dear!" | Mr. Sleary | only stood before him crying.<|quote|>"Good-bye, my dear!"</|quote|>said Sleary. "You'll make your | rebound in Sissy, and she only stood before him crying.<|quote|>"Good-bye, my dear!"</|quote|>said Sleary. "You'll make your fortun, I hope, and none | the last. Opening his arms wide he took her by both her hands, and would have sprung her up and down, after the riding-master manner of congratulating young ladies on their dismounting from a rapid act; but there was no rebound in Sissy, and she only stood before him crying.<|quote|>"Good-bye, my dear!"</|quote|>said S... | all assumed the professional attitude when they found themselves near Sleary), and give her a parting kiss Master Kidderminster excepted, in whose young nature there was an original flavour of the misanthrope, who was also known to have harboured matrimonial views, and who moodily withdrew. Mr. Sleary was reserved unti... | He wanted nothing but his whip. The basket packed in silence, they brought her bonnet to her, and smoothed her disordered hair, and put it on. Then they pressed about her, and bent over her in very natural attitudes, kissing and embracing her: and brought the children to take leave of her; and were a tender-hearted, si... | then let him know where you went. I should have no power of keeping you against his wish, and he would have no difficulty, at any time, in finding Mr. Thomas Gradgrind of Coketown. I am well known." "Well known," assented Mr. Sleary, rolling his loose eye. "You're one of the thort, Thquire, that keepth a prethiouth thi... | the case." "At the thame time," said Sleary, "I mutht put in my word, Thquire, tho that both thides of the banner may be equally theen. If you like, Thethilia, to be prentitht, you know the natur of the work and you know your companionth. Emma Gordon, in whothe lap you're a lying at prethent, would be a mother to you, ... | that at prethent." There was another silence; and then she exclaimed, sobbing with her hands before her face, "Oh, give me my clothes, give me my clothes, and let me go away before I break my heart!" The women sadly bestirred themselves to get the clothes together it was soon done, for they were not many and to pack th... | Hard Times |
said Sleary. | No speaker | him crying. "Good-bye, my dear!"<|quote|>said Sleary.</|quote|>"You'll make your fortun, I | and she only stood before him crying. "Good-bye, my dear!"<|quote|>said Sleary.</|quote|>"You'll make your fortun, I hope, and none of our | his arms wide he took her by both her hands, and would have sprung her up and down, after the riding-master manner of congratulating young ladies on their dismounting from a rapid act; but there was no rebound in Sissy, and she only stood before him crying. "Good-bye, my dear!"<|quote|>said Sleary.</|quote|>"You'll mak... | professional attitude when they found themselves near Sleary), and give her a parting kiss Master Kidderminster excepted, in whose young nature there was an original flavour of the misanthrope, who was also known to have harboured matrimonial views, and who moodily withdrew. Mr. Sleary was reserved until the last. Open... | but his whip. The basket packed in silence, they brought her bonnet to her, and smoothed her disordered hair, and put it on. Then they pressed about her, and bent over her in very natural attitudes, kissing and embracing her: and brought the children to take leave of her; and were a tender-hearted, simple, foolish set ... | know where you went. I should have no power of keeping you against his wish, and he would have no difficulty, at any time, in finding Mr. Thomas Gradgrind of Coketown. I am well known." "Well known," assented Mr. Sleary, rolling his loose eye. "You're one of the thort, Thquire, that keepth a prethiouth thight of money ... | the thame time," said Sleary, "I mutht put in my word, Thquire, tho that both thides of the banner may be equally theen. If you like, Thethilia, to be prentitht, you know the natur of the work and you know your companionth. Emma Gordon, in whothe lap you're a lying at prethent, would be a mother to you, and Joth'phine ... | ease," said Mr. Gradgrind, calmly; he worked out the whole matter like a sum: "you may be quite at ease, Jupe, on that score. In such a case, your father, I apprehend, must find out Mr." "Thleary. Thath my name, Thquire. Not athamed of it. Known all over England, and alwayth paythe ith way." "Must find out Mr. Sleary, ... | Hard Times |
"You'll make your fortun, I hope, and none of our poor folkth will ever trouble you, I'll pound it. I with your father hadn't taken hith dog with him; ith a ill-conwenienth to have the dog out of the billth. But on thecond thoughth, he wouldn't have performed without hith mathter, tho ith ath broad ath ith long!" | Mr. Sleary | "Good-bye, my dear!" said Sleary.<|quote|>"You'll make your fortun, I hope, and none of our poor folkth will ever trouble you, I'll pound it. I with your father hadn't taken hith dog with him; ith a ill-conwenienth to have the dog out of the billth. But on thecond thoughth, he wouldn't have performed without hith matht... | only stood before him crying. "Good-bye, my dear!" said Sleary.<|quote|>"You'll make your fortun, I hope, and none of our poor folkth will ever trouble you, I'll pound it. I with your father hadn't taken hith dog with him; ith a ill-conwenienth to have the dog out of the billth. But on thecond thoughth, he wouldn't hav... | wide he took her by both her hands, and would have sprung her up and down, after the riding-master manner of congratulating young ladies on their dismounting from a rapid act; but there was no rebound in Sissy, and she only stood before him crying. "Good-bye, my dear!" said Sleary.<|quote|>"You'll make your fortun, I h... | when they found themselves near Sleary), and give her a parting kiss Master Kidderminster excepted, in whose young nature there was an original flavour of the misanthrope, who was also known to have harboured matrimonial views, and who moodily withdrew. Mr. Sleary was reserved until the last. Opening his arms wide he t... | whip. The basket packed in silence, they brought her bonnet to her, and smoothed her disordered hair, and put it on. Then they pressed about her, and bent over her in very natural attitudes, kissing and embracing her: and brought the children to take leave of her; and were a tender-hearted, simple, foolish set of women... | you went. I should have no power of keeping you against his wish, and he would have no difficulty, at any time, in finding Mr. Thomas Gradgrind of Coketown. I am well known." "Well known," assented Mr. Sleary, rolling his loose eye. "You're one of the thort, Thquire, that keepth a prethiouth thight of money out of the ... | time," said Sleary, "I mutht put in my word, Thquire, tho that both thides of the banner may be equally theen. If you like, Thethilia, to be prentitht, you know the natur of the work and you know your companionth. Emma Gordon, in whothe lap you're a lying at prethent, would be a mother to you, and Joth'phine would be a... | case, your father, I apprehend, must find out Mr." "Thleary. Thath my name, Thquire. Not athamed of it. Known all over England, and alwayth paythe ith way." "Must find out Mr. Sleary, who would then let him know where you went. I should have no power of keeping you against his wish, and he would have no difficulty, at ... | Hard Times |
With that he regarded her attentively with his fixed eye, surveyed his company with his loose one, kissed her, shook his head, and handed her to Mr. Gradgrind as to a horse. | No speaker | ath broad ath ith long!"<|quote|>With that he regarded her attentively with his fixed eye, surveyed his company with his loose one, kissed her, shook his head, and handed her to Mr. Gradgrind as to a horse.</|quote|>"There the ith, Thquire," he | without hith mathter, tho ith ath broad ath ith long!"<|quote|>With that he regarded her attentively with his fixed eye, surveyed his company with his loose one, kissed her, shook his head, and handed her to Mr. Gradgrind as to a horse.</|quote|>"There the ith, Thquire," he said, sweeping her with a | of our poor folkth will ever trouble you, I'll pound it. I with your father hadn't taken hith dog with him; ith a ill-conwenienth to have the dog out of the billth. But on thecond thoughth, he wouldn't have performed without hith mathter, tho ith ath broad ath ith long!"<|quote|>With that he regarded her attentively wi... | and would have sprung her up and down, after the riding-master manner of congratulating young ladies on their dismounting from a rapid act; but there was no rebound in Sissy, and she only stood before him crying. "Good-bye, my dear!" said Sleary. "You'll make your fortun, I hope, and none of our poor folkth will ever t... | Jupe," said Mr. Gradgrind. "If you are quite determined, come!" But she had to take her farewell of the male part of the company yet, and every one of them had to unfold his arms (for they all assumed the professional attitude when they found themselves near Sleary), and give her a parting kiss Master Kidderminster exc... | houthe. But never mind that at prethent." There was another silence; and then she exclaimed, sobbing with her hands before her face, "Oh, give me my clothes, give me my clothes, and let me go away before I break my heart!" The women sadly bestirred themselves to get the clothes together it was soon done, for they were ... | would be a thithter to you. I don't pretend to be of the angel breed myself, and I don't thay but what, when you mith'd your tip, you'd find me cut up rough, and thwear an oath or two at you. But what I thay, Thquire, ith, that good tempered or bad tempered, I never did a horthe a injury yet, no more than thwearing at ... | you know your own mind!" "When father comes back," cried the girl, bursting into tears again after a minute's silence, "how will he ever find me if I go away!" "You may be quite at ease," said Mr. Gradgrind, calmly; he worked out the whole matter like a sum: "you may be quite at ease, Jupe, on that score. In such a cas... | Hard Times |
"There the ith, Thquire," | Mr. Sleary | Gradgrind as to a horse.<|quote|>"There the ith, Thquire,"</|quote|>he said, sweeping her with | and handed her to Mr. Gradgrind as to a horse.<|quote|>"There the ith, Thquire,"</|quote|>he said, sweeping her with a professional glance as if | But on thecond thoughth, he wouldn't have performed without hith mathter, tho ith ath broad ath ith long!" With that he regarded her attentively with his fixed eye, surveyed his company with his loose one, kissed her, shook his head, and handed her to Mr. Gradgrind as to a horse.<|quote|>"There the ith, Thquire,"</|quo... | only stood before him crying. "Good-bye, my dear!" said Sleary. "You'll make your fortun, I hope, and none of our poor folkth will ever trouble you, I'll pound it. I with your father hadn't taken hith dog with him; ith a ill-conwenienth to have the dog out of the billth. But on thecond thoughth, he wouldn't have perfor... | unfold his arms (for they all assumed the professional attitude when they found themselves near Sleary), and give her a parting kiss Master Kidderminster excepted, in whose young nature there was an original flavour of the misanthrope, who was also known to have harboured matrimonial views, and who moodily withdrew. Mr... | let me go away before I break my heart!" The women sadly bestirred themselves to get the clothes together it was soon done, for they were not many and to pack them in a basket which had often travelled with them. Sissy sat all the time upon the ground, still sobbing, and covering her eyes. Mr. Gradgrind and his friend ... | rough, and thwear an oath or two at you. But what I thay, Thquire, ith, that good tempered or bad tempered, I never did a horthe a injury yet, no more than thwearing at him went, and that I don't expect I thall begin otherwithe at my time of life, with a rider. I never wath much of a Cackler, Thquire, and I have thed m... | Sleary, who would then let him know where you went. I should have no power of keeping you against his wish, and he would have no difficulty, at any time, in finding Mr. Thomas Gradgrind of Coketown. I am well known." "Well known," assented Mr. Sleary, rolling his loose eye. "You're one of the thort, Thquire, that keept... | Hard Times |
he said, sweeping her with a professional glance as if she were being adjusted in her seat, | No speaker | horse. "There the ith, Thquire,"<|quote|>he said, sweeping her with a professional glance as if she were being adjusted in her seat,</|quote|>"and the'll do you juthtithe. | Mr. Gradgrind as to a horse. "There the ith, Thquire,"<|quote|>he said, sweeping her with a professional glance as if she were being adjusted in her seat,</|quote|>"and the'll do you juthtithe. Good-bye, Thethilia!" "Good-bye, Cecilia!" "Good-bye, | he wouldn't have performed without hith mathter, tho ith ath broad ath ith long!" With that he regarded her attentively with his fixed eye, surveyed his company with his loose one, kissed her, shook his head, and handed her to Mr. Gradgrind as to a horse. "There the ith, Thquire,"<|quote|>he said, sweeping her with a p... | crying. "Good-bye, my dear!" said Sleary. "You'll make your fortun, I hope, and none of our poor folkth will ever trouble you, I'll pound it. I with your father hadn't taken hith dog with him; ith a ill-conwenienth to have the dog out of the billth. But on thecond thoughth, he wouldn't have performed without hith matht... | they all assumed the professional attitude when they found themselves near Sleary), and give her a parting kiss Master Kidderminster excepted, in whose young nature there was an original flavour of the misanthrope, who was also known to have harboured matrimonial views, and who moodily withdrew. Mr. Sleary was reserved... | before I break my heart!" The women sadly bestirred themselves to get the clothes together it was soon done, for they were not many and to pack them in a basket which had often travelled with them. Sissy sat all the time upon the ground, still sobbing, and covering her eyes. Mr. Gradgrind and his friend Bounderby stood... | oath or two at you. But what I thay, Thquire, ith, that good tempered or bad tempered, I never did a horthe a injury yet, no more than thwearing at him went, and that I don't expect I thall begin otherwithe at my time of life, with a rider. I never wath much of a Cackler, Thquire, and I have thed my thay." The latter p... | her: and brought the children to take leave of her; and were a tender-hearted, simple, foolish set of women altogether. "Now, Jupe," said Mr. Gradgrind. "If you are quite determined, come!" But she had to take her farewell of the male part of the company yet, and every one of them had to unfold his arms (for they all a... | Hard Times |
"and the'll do you juthtithe. Good-bye, Thethilia!" | Mr. Sleary | being adjusted in her seat,<|quote|>"and the'll do you juthtithe. Good-bye, Thethilia!"</|quote|>"Good-bye, Cecilia!" "Good-bye, Sissy!" "God | glance as if she were being adjusted in her seat,<|quote|>"and the'll do you juthtithe. Good-bye, Thethilia!"</|quote|>"Good-bye, Cecilia!" "Good-bye, Sissy!" "God bless you, dear!" In a | regarded her attentively with his fixed eye, surveyed his company with his loose one, kissed her, shook his head, and handed her to Mr. Gradgrind as to a horse. "There the ith, Thquire," he said, sweeping her with a professional glance as if she were being adjusted in her seat,<|quote|>"and the'll do you juthtithe. Goo... | folkth will ever trouble you, I'll pound it. I with your father hadn't taken hith dog with him; ith a ill-conwenienth to have the dog out of the billth. But on thecond thoughth, he wouldn't have performed without hith mathter, tho ith ath broad ath ith long!" With that he regarded her attentively with his fixed eye, su... | kiss Master Kidderminster excepted, in whose young nature there was an original flavour of the misanthrope, who was also known to have harboured matrimonial views, and who moodily withdrew. Mr. Sleary was reserved until the last. Opening his arms wide he took her by both her hands, and would have sprung her up and down... | soon done, for they were not many and to pack them in a basket which had often travelled with them. Sissy sat all the time upon the ground, still sobbing, and covering her eyes. Mr. Gradgrind and his friend Bounderby stood near the door, ready to take her away. Mr. Sleary stood in the middle of the room, with the male ... | I never did a horthe a injury yet, no more than thwearing at him went, and that I don't expect I thall begin otherwithe at my time of life, with a rider. I never wath much of a Cackler, Thquire, and I have thed my thay." The latter part of this speech was addressed to Mr. Gradgrind, who received it with a grave inclina... | athamed of it. Known all over England, and alwayth paythe ith way." "Must find out Mr. Sleary, who would then let him know where you went. I should have no power of keeping you against his wish, and he would have no difficulty, at any time, in finding Mr. Thomas Gradgrind of Coketown. I am well known." "Well known," as... | Hard Times |
In a variety of voices from all the room. But the riding-master eye had observed the bottle of the nine oils in her bosom, and he now interposed with | No speaker | Sissy!" "God bless you, dear!"<|quote|>In a variety of voices from all the room. But the riding-master eye had observed the bottle of the nine oils in her bosom, and he now interposed with</|quote|>"Leave the bottle, my dear; | Good-bye, Thethilia!" "Good-bye, Cecilia!" "Good-bye, Sissy!" "God bless you, dear!"<|quote|>In a variety of voices from all the room. But the riding-master eye had observed the bottle of the nine oils in her bosom, and he now interposed with</|quote|>"Leave the bottle, my dear; ith large to carry; it | her, shook his head, and handed her to Mr. Gradgrind as to a horse. "There the ith, Thquire," he said, sweeping her with a professional glance as if she were being adjusted in her seat, "and the'll do you juthtithe. Good-bye, Thethilia!" "Good-bye, Cecilia!" "Good-bye, Sissy!" "God bless you, dear!"<|quote|>In a variet... | dog with him; ith a ill-conwenienth to have the dog out of the billth. But on thecond thoughth, he wouldn't have performed without hith mathter, tho ith ath broad ath ith long!" With that he regarded her attentively with his fixed eye, surveyed his company with his loose one, kissed her, shook his head, and handed her ... | misanthrope, who was also known to have harboured matrimonial views, and who moodily withdrew. Mr. Sleary was reserved until the last. Opening his arms wide he took her by both her hands, and would have sprung her up and down, after the riding-master manner of congratulating young ladies on their dismounting from a rap... | had often travelled with them. Sissy sat all the time upon the ground, still sobbing, and covering her eyes. Mr. Gradgrind and his friend Bounderby stood near the door, ready to take her away. Mr. Sleary stood in the middle of the room, with the male members of the company about him, exactly as he would have stood in t... | and that I don't expect I thall begin otherwithe at my time of life, with a rider. I never wath much of a Cackler, Thquire, and I have thed my thay." The latter part of this speech was addressed to Mr. Gradgrind, who received it with a grave inclination of his head, and then remarked: "The only observation I will make ... | I am well known." "Well known," assented Mr. Sleary, rolling his loose eye. "You're one of the thort, Thquire, that keepth a prethiouth thight of money out of the houthe. But never mind that at prethent." There was another silence; and then she exclaimed, sobbing with her hands before her face, "Oh, give me my clothes,... | Hard Times |
"Leave the bottle, my dear; ith large to carry; it will be of no uthe to you now. Give it to me!" | Mr. Sleary | and he now interposed with<|quote|>"Leave the bottle, my dear; ith large to carry; it will be of no uthe to you now. Give it to me!"</|quote|>"No, no!" she said, in | nine oils in her bosom, and he now interposed with<|quote|>"Leave the bottle, my dear; ith large to carry; it will be of no uthe to you now. Give it to me!"</|quote|>"No, no!" she said, in another burst of tears. "Oh, | were being adjusted in her seat, "and the'll do you juthtithe. Good-bye, Thethilia!" "Good-bye, Cecilia!" "Good-bye, Sissy!" "God bless you, dear!" In a variety of voices from all the room. But the riding-master eye had observed the bottle of the nine oils in her bosom, and he now interposed with<|quote|>"Leave the bot... | ath ith long!" With that he regarded her attentively with his fixed eye, surveyed his company with his loose one, kissed her, shook his head, and handed her to Mr. Gradgrind as to a horse. "There the ith, Thquire," he said, sweeping her with a professional glance as if she were being adjusted in her seat, "and the'll d... | both her hands, and would have sprung her up and down, after the riding-master manner of congratulating young ladies on their dismounting from a rapid act; but there was no rebound in Sissy, and she only stood before him crying. "Good-bye, my dear!" said Sleary. "You'll make your fortun, I hope, and none of our poor fo... | ready to take her away. Mr. Sleary stood in the middle of the room, with the male members of the company about him, exactly as he would have stood in the centre of the ring during his daughter Josephine's performance. He wanted nothing but his whip. The basket packed in silence, they brought her bonnet to her, and smoo... | my thay." The latter part of this speech was addressed to Mr. Gradgrind, who received it with a grave inclination of his head, and then remarked: "The only observation I will make to you, Jupe, in the way of influencing your decision, is, that it is highly desirable to have a sound practical education, and that even yo... | silence, they brought her bonnet to her, and smoothed her disordered hair, and put it on. Then they pressed about her, and bent over her in very natural attitudes, kissing and embracing her: and brought the children to take leave of her; and were a tender-hearted, simple, foolish set of women altogether. "Now, Jupe," s... | Hard Times |
"No, no!" | Cecilia Jupe | now. Give it to me!"<|quote|>"No, no!"</|quote|>she said, in another burst | of no uthe to you now. Give it to me!"<|quote|>"No, no!"</|quote|>she said, in another burst of tears. "Oh, no! Pray | a variety of voices from all the room. But the riding-master eye had observed the bottle of the nine oils in her bosom, and he now interposed with "Leave the bottle, my dear; ith large to carry; it will be of no uthe to you now. Give it to me!"<|quote|>"No, no!"</|quote|>she said, in another burst of tears. "Oh, no! Pr... | shook his head, and handed her to Mr. Gradgrind as to a horse. "There the ith, Thquire," he said, sweeping her with a professional glance as if she were being adjusted in her seat, "and the'll do you juthtithe. Good-bye, Thethilia!" "Good-bye, Cecilia!" "Good-bye, Sissy!" "God bless you, dear!" In a variety of voices f... | from a rapid act; but there was no rebound in Sissy, and she only stood before him crying. "Good-bye, my dear!" said Sleary. "You'll make your fortun, I hope, and none of our poor folkth will ever trouble you, I'll pound it. I with your father hadn't taken hith dog with him; ith a ill-conwenienth to have the dog out of... | him, exactly as he would have stood in the centre of the ring during his daughter Josephine's performance. He wanted nothing but his whip. The basket packed in silence, they brought her bonnet to her, and smoothed her disordered hair, and put it on. Then they pressed about her, and bent over her in very natural attitud... | head, and then remarked: "The only observation I will make to you, Jupe, in the way of influencing your decision, is, that it is highly desirable to have a sound practical education, and that even your father himself (from what I understand) appears, on your behalf, to have known and felt that much." The last words had... | one of the thort, Thquire, that keepth a prethiouth thight of money out of the houthe. But never mind that at prethent." There was another silence; and then she exclaimed, sobbing with her hands before her face, "Oh, give me my clothes, give me my clothes, and let me go away before I break my heart!" The women sadly be... | Hard Times |
she said, in another burst of tears. | No speaker | it to me!" "No, no!"<|quote|>she said, in another burst of tears.</|quote|>"Oh, no! Pray let me | uthe to you now. Give it to me!" "No, no!"<|quote|>she said, in another burst of tears.</|quote|>"Oh, no! Pray let me keep it for father till | of voices from all the room. But the riding-master eye had observed the bottle of the nine oils in her bosom, and he now interposed with "Leave the bottle, my dear; ith large to carry; it will be of no uthe to you now. Give it to me!" "No, no!"<|quote|>she said, in another burst of tears.</|quote|>"Oh, no! Pray let me ... | head, and handed her to Mr. Gradgrind as to a horse. "There the ith, Thquire," he said, sweeping her with a professional glance as if she were being adjusted in her seat, "and the'll do you juthtithe. Good-bye, Thethilia!" "Good-bye, Cecilia!" "Good-bye, Sissy!" "God bless you, dear!" In a variety of voices from all th... | rapid act; but there was no rebound in Sissy, and she only stood before him crying. "Good-bye, my dear!" said Sleary. "You'll make your fortun, I hope, and none of our poor folkth will ever trouble you, I'll pound it. I with your father hadn't taken hith dog with him; ith a ill-conwenienth to have the dog out of the bi... | as he would have stood in the centre of the ring during his daughter Josephine's performance. He wanted nothing but his whip. The basket packed in silence, they brought her bonnet to her, and smoothed her disordered hair, and put it on. Then they pressed about her, and bent over her in very natural attitudes, kissing a... | then remarked: "The only observation I will make to you, Jupe, in the way of influencing your decision, is, that it is highly desirable to have a sound practical education, and that even your father himself (from what I understand) appears, on your behalf, to have known and felt that much." The last words had a visible... | then she exclaimed, sobbing with her hands before her face, "Oh, give me my clothes, give me my clothes, and let me go away before I break my heart!" The women sadly bestirred themselves to get the clothes together it was soon done, for they were not many and to pack them in a basket which had often travelled with them... | Hard Times |
"Oh, no! Pray let me keep it for father till he comes back! He will want it when he comes back. He had never thought of going away, when he sent me for it. I must keep it for him, if you please!" | Cecilia Jupe | in another burst of tears.<|quote|>"Oh, no! Pray let me keep it for father till he comes back! He will want it when he comes back. He had never thought of going away, when he sent me for it. I must keep it for him, if you please!"</|quote|>"Tho be it, my dear. | me!" "No, no!" she said, in another burst of tears.<|quote|>"Oh, no! Pray let me keep it for father till he comes back! He will want it when he comes back. He had never thought of going away, when he sent me for it. I must keep it for him, if you please!"</|quote|>"Tho be it, my dear. (You thee how it ith, | the riding-master eye had observed the bottle of the nine oils in her bosom, and he now interposed with "Leave the bottle, my dear; ith large to carry; it will be of no uthe to you now. Give it to me!" "No, no!" she said, in another burst of tears.<|quote|>"Oh, no! Pray let me keep it for father till he comes back! He ... | as to a horse. "There the ith, Thquire," he said, sweeping her with a professional glance as if she were being adjusted in her seat, "and the'll do you juthtithe. Good-bye, Thethilia!" "Good-bye, Cecilia!" "Good-bye, Sissy!" "God bless you, dear!" In a variety of voices from all the room. But the riding-master eye had ... | in Sissy, and she only stood before him crying. "Good-bye, my dear!" said Sleary. "You'll make your fortun, I hope, and none of our poor folkth will ever trouble you, I'll pound it. I with your father hadn't taken hith dog with him; ith a ill-conwenienth to have the dog out of the billth. But on thecond thoughth, he wo... | centre of the ring during his daughter Josephine's performance. He wanted nothing but his whip. The basket packed in silence, they brought her bonnet to her, and smoothed her disordered hair, and put it on. Then they pressed about her, and bent over her in very natural attitudes, kissing and embracing her: and brought ... | make to you, Jupe, in the way of influencing your decision, is, that it is highly desirable to have a sound practical education, and that even your father himself (from what I understand) appears, on your behalf, to have known and felt that much." The last words had a visible effect upon her. She stopped in her wild cr... | unfold his arms (for they all assumed the professional attitude when they found themselves near Sleary), and give her a parting kiss Master Kidderminster excepted, in whose young nature there was an original flavour of the misanthrope, who was also known to have harboured matrimonial views, and who moodily withdrew. Mr... | Hard Times |
"Tho be it, my dear. (You thee how it ith, Thquire!) Farewell, Thethilia! My latht wordth to you ith thith, Thtick to the termth of your engagement, be obedient to the Thquire, and forget uth. But if, when you're grown up and married and well off, you come upon any horthe-riding ever, don't be hard upon it, don't be cr... | Mr. Sleary | for him, if you please!"<|quote|>"Tho be it, my dear. (You thee how it ith, Thquire!) Farewell, Thethilia! My latht wordth to you ith thith, Thtick to the termth of your engagement, be obedient to the Thquire, and forget uth. But if, when you're grown up and married and well off, you come upon any horthe-riding ever, d... | it. I must keep it for him, if you please!"<|quote|>"Tho be it, my dear. (You thee how it ith, Thquire!) Farewell, Thethilia! My latht wordth to you ith thith, Thtick to the termth of your engagement, be obedient to the Thquire, and forget uth. But if, when you're grown up and married and well off, you come upon any ho... | she said, in another burst of tears. "Oh, no! Pray let me keep it for father till he comes back! He will want it when he comes back. He had never thought of going away, when he sent me for it. I must keep it for him, if you please!"<|quote|>"Tho be it, my dear. (You thee how it ith, Thquire!) Farewell, Thethilia! My la... | of voices from all the room. But the riding-master eye had observed the bottle of the nine oils in her bosom, and he now interposed with "Leave the bottle, my dear; ith large to carry; it will be of no uthe to you now. Give it to me!" "No, no!" she said, in another burst of tears. "Oh, no! Pray let me keep it for fathe... | ith a ill-conwenienth to have the dog out of the billth. But on thecond thoughth, he wouldn't have performed without hith mathter, tho ith ath broad ath ith long!" With that he regarded her attentively with his fixed eye, surveyed his company with his loose one, kissed her, shook his head, and handed her to Mr. Gradgri... | her in very natural attitudes, kissing and embracing her: and brought the children to take leave of her; and were a tender-hearted, simple, foolish set of women altogether. "Now, Jupe," said Mr. Gradgrind. "If you are quite determined, come!" But she had to take her farewell of the male part of the company yet, and eve... | much." The last words had a visible effect upon her. She stopped in her wild crying, a little detached herself from Emma Gordon, and turned her face full upon her patron. The whole company perceived the force of the change, and drew a long breath together, that plainly said, "she will go!" "Be sure you know your own mi... | during his daughter Josephine's performance. He wanted nothing but his whip. The basket packed in silence, they brought her bonnet to her, and smoothed her disordered hair, and put it on. Then they pressed about her, and bent over her in very natural attitudes, kissing and embracing her: and brought the children to tak... | Hard Times |
continued Sleary, rendered more pursy than ever, by so much talking; | No speaker | mutht be amuthed, Thquire, thomehow,"<|quote|>continued Sleary, rendered more pursy than ever, by so much talking;</|quote|>"they can't be alwayth a | you might do wurth. People mutht be amuthed, Thquire, thomehow,"<|quote|>continued Sleary, rendered more pursy than ever, by so much talking;</|quote|>"they can't be alwayth a working, nor yet they can't | Thquire, and forget uth. But if, when you're grown up and married and well off, you come upon any horthe-riding ever, don't be hard upon it, don't be croth with it, give it a Bethpeak if you can, and think you might do wurth. People mutht be amuthed, Thquire, thomehow,"<|quote|>continued Sleary, rendered more pursy tha... | thought of going away, when he sent me for it. I must keep it for him, if you please!" "Tho be it, my dear. (You thee how it ith, Thquire!) Farewell, Thethilia! My latht wordth to you ith thith, Thtick to the termth of your engagement, be obedient to the Thquire, and forget uth. But if, when you're grown up and married... | seat, "and the'll do you juthtithe. Good-bye, Thethilia!" "Good-bye, Cecilia!" "Good-bye, Sissy!" "God bless you, dear!" In a variety of voices from all the room. But the riding-master eye had observed the bottle of the nine oils in her bosom, and he now interposed with "Leave the bottle, my dear; ith large to carry; i... | parting kiss Master Kidderminster excepted, in whose young nature there was an original flavour of the misanthrope, who was also known to have harboured matrimonial views, and who moodily withdrew. Mr. Sleary was reserved until the last. Opening his arms wide he took her by both her hands, and would have sprung her up ... | girl, bursting into tears again after a minute's silence, "how will he ever find me if I go away!" "You may be quite at ease," said Mr. Gradgrind, calmly; he worked out the whole matter like a sum: "you may be quite at ease, Jupe, on that score. In such a case, your father, I apprehend, must find out Mr." "Thleary. Tha... | Thquire," he said, sweeping her with a professional glance as if she were being adjusted in her seat, "and the'll do you juthtithe. Good-bye, Thethilia!" "Good-bye, Cecilia!" "Good-bye, Sissy!" "God bless you, dear!" In a variety of voices from all the room. But the riding-master eye had observed the bottle of the nine... | Hard Times |
"they can't be alwayth a working, nor yet they can't be alwayth a learning. Make the betht of uth; not the wurtht. I've got my living out of the horthe-riding all my life, I know; but I conthider that I lay down the philothophy of the thubject when I thay to you, Thquire, make the betht of uth: not the wurtht!" | Mr. Sleary | ever, by so much talking;<|quote|>"they can't be alwayth a working, nor yet they can't be alwayth a learning. Make the betht of uth; not the wurtht. I've got my living out of the horthe-riding all my life, I know; but I conthider that I lay down the philothophy of the thubject when I thay to you, Thquire, make the beth... | Sleary, rendered more pursy than ever, by so much talking;<|quote|>"they can't be alwayth a working, nor yet they can't be alwayth a learning. Make the betht of uth; not the wurtht. I've got my living out of the horthe-riding all my life, I know; but I conthider that I lay down the philothophy of the thubject when I th... | married and well off, you come upon any horthe-riding ever, don't be hard upon it, don't be croth with it, give it a Bethpeak if you can, and think you might do wurth. People mutht be amuthed, Thquire, thomehow," continued Sleary, rendered more pursy than ever, by so much talking;<|quote|>"they can't be alwayth a worki... | must keep it for him, if you please!" "Tho be it, my dear. (You thee how it ith, Thquire!) Farewell, Thethilia! My latht wordth to you ith thith, Thtick to the termth of your engagement, be obedient to the Thquire, and forget uth. But if, when you're grown up and married and well off, you come upon any horthe-riding ev... | Sissy!" "God bless you, dear!" In a variety of voices from all the room. But the riding-master eye had observed the bottle of the nine oils in her bosom, and he now interposed with "Leave the bottle, my dear; ith large to carry; it will be of no uthe to you now. Give it to me!" "No, no!" she said, in another burst of t... | an original flavour of the misanthrope, who was also known to have harboured matrimonial views, and who moodily withdrew. Mr. Sleary was reserved until the last. Opening his arms wide he took her by both her hands, and would have sprung her up and down, after the riding-master manner of congratulating young ladies on t... | he ever find me if I go away!" "You may be quite at ease," said Mr. Gradgrind, calmly; he worked out the whole matter like a sum: "you may be quite at ease, Jupe, on that score. In such a case, your father, I apprehend, must find out Mr." "Thleary. Thath my name, Thquire. Not athamed of it. Known all over England, and ... | was no rebound in Sissy, and she only stood before him crying. "Good-bye, my dear!" said Sleary. "You'll make your fortun, I hope, and none of our poor folkth will ever trouble you, I'll pound it. I with your father hadn't taken hith dog with him; ith a ill-conwenienth to have the dog out of the billth. But on thecond ... | Hard Times |
The Sleary philosophy was propounded as they went downstairs and the fixed eye of Philosophy and its rolling eye, too soon lost the three figures and the basket in the darkness of the street. CHAPTER VII MRS. SPARSIT MR. BOUNDERBY being a bachelor, an elderly lady presided over his establishment, in consideration of a ... | No speaker | of uth: not the wurtht!"<|quote|>The Sleary philosophy was propounded as they went downstairs and the fixed eye of Philosophy and its rolling eye, too soon lost the three figures and the basket in the darkness of the street. CHAPTER VII MRS. SPARSIT MR. BOUNDERBY being a bachelor, an elderly lady presided over his esta... | you, Thquire, make the betht of uth: not the wurtht!"<|quote|>The Sleary philosophy was propounded as they went downstairs and the fixed eye of Philosophy and its rolling eye, too soon lost the three figures and the basket in the darkness of the street. CHAPTER VII MRS. SPARSIT MR. BOUNDERBY being a bachelor, an elderl... | alwayth a learning. Make the betht of uth; not the wurtht. I've got my living out of the horthe-riding all my life, I know; but I conthider that I lay down the philothophy of the thubject when I thay to you, Thquire, make the betht of uth: not the wurtht!"<|quote|>The Sleary philosophy was propounded as they went downs... | be hard upon it, don't be croth with it, give it a Bethpeak if you can, and think you might do wurth. People mutht be amuthed, Thquire, thomehow," continued Sleary, rendered more pursy than ever, by so much talking; "they can't be alwayth a working, nor yet they can't be alwayth a learning. Make the betht of uth; not t... | another burst of tears. "Oh, no! Pray let me keep it for father till he comes back! He will want it when he comes back. He had never thought of going away, when he sent me for it. I must keep it for him, if you please!" "Tho be it, my dear. (You thee how it ith, Thquire!) Farewell, Thethilia! My latht wordth to you ith... | there was no rebound in Sissy, and she only stood before him crying. "Good-bye, my dear!" said Sleary. "You'll make your fortun, I hope, and none of our poor folkth will ever trouble you, I'll pound it. I with your father hadn't taken hith dog with him; ith a ill-conwenienth to have the dog out of the billth. But on th... | England, and alwayth paythe ith way." "Must find out Mr. Sleary, who would then let him know where you went. I should have no power of keeping you against his wish, and he would have no difficulty, at any time, in finding Mr. Thomas Gradgrind of Coketown. I am well known." "Well known," assented Mr. Sleary, rolling his... | Jupe," said Mr. Gradgrind. "If you are quite determined, come!" But she had to take her farewell of the male part of the company yet, and every one of them had to unfold his arms (for they all assumed the professional attitude when they found themselves near Sleary), and give her a parting kiss Master Kidderminster exc... | Hard Times |
"a Powler." | Mrs. Sparsit | what Mrs. Sparsit still called<|quote|>"a Powler."</|quote|>Strangers of limited information and | been by the mother's side what Mrs. Sparsit still called<|quote|>"a Powler."</|quote|>Strangers of limited information and dull apprehension were sometimes observed | Bully of humility inside. For, Mrs. Sparsit had not only seen different days, but was highly connected. She had a great aunt living in these very times called Lady Scadgers. Mr. Sparsit, deceased, of whom she was the relict, had been by the mother's side what Mrs. Sparsit still called<|quote|>"a Powler."</|quote|>Stran... | street. CHAPTER VII MRS. SPARSIT MR. BOUNDERBY being a bachelor, an elderly lady presided over his establishment, in consideration of a certain annual stipend. Mrs. Sparsit was this lady's name; and she was a prominent figure in attendance on Mr. Bounderby's car, as it rolled along in triumph with the Bully of humility... | than ever, by so much talking; "they can't be alwayth a working, nor yet they can't be alwayth a learning. Make the betht of uth; not the wurtht. I've got my living out of the horthe-riding all my life, I know; but I conthider that I lay down the philothophy of the thubject when I thay to you, Thquire, make the betht o... | juthtithe. Good-bye, Thethilia!" "Good-bye, Cecilia!" "Good-bye, Sissy!" "God bless you, dear!" In a variety of voices from all the room. But the riding-master eye had observed the bottle of the nine oils in her bosom, and he now interposed with "Leave the bottle, my dear; ith large to carry; it will be of no uthe to y... | were not many and to pack them in a basket which had often travelled with them. Sissy sat all the time upon the ground, still sobbing, and covering her eyes. Mr. Gradgrind and his friend Bounderby stood near the door, ready to take her away. Mr. Sleary stood in the middle of the room, with the male members of the compa... | her by both her hands, and would have sprung her up and down, after the riding-master manner of congratulating young ladies on their dismounting from a rapid act; but there was no rebound in Sissy, and she only stood before him crying. "Good-bye, my dear!" said Sleary. "You'll make your fortun, I hope, and none of our ... | Hard Times |
Strangers of limited information and dull apprehension were sometimes observed not to know what a Powler was, and even to appear uncertain whether it might be a business, or a political party, or a profession of faith. The better class of minds, however, did not need to be informed that the Powlers were an ancient stoc... | No speaker | Sparsit still called "a Powler."<|quote|>Strangers of limited information and dull apprehension were sometimes observed not to know what a Powler was, and even to appear uncertain whether it might be a business, or a political party, or a profession of faith. The better class of minds, however, did not need to be infor... | the mother's side what Mrs. Sparsit still called "a Powler."<|quote|>Strangers of limited information and dull apprehension were sometimes observed not to know what a Powler was, and even to appear uncertain whether it might be a business, or a political party, or a profession of faith. The better class of minds, howev... | humility inside. For, Mrs. Sparsit had not only seen different days, but was highly connected. She had a great aunt living in these very times called Lady Scadgers. Mr. Sparsit, deceased, of whom she was the relict, had been by the mother's side what Mrs. Sparsit still called "a Powler."<|quote|>Strangers of limited in... | VII MRS. SPARSIT MR. BOUNDERBY being a bachelor, an elderly lady presided over his establishment, in consideration of a certain annual stipend. Mrs. Sparsit was this lady's name; and she was a prominent figure in attendance on Mr. Bounderby's car, as it rolled along in triumph with the Bully of humility inside. For, Mr... | by so much talking; "they can't be alwayth a working, nor yet they can't be alwayth a learning. Make the betht of uth; not the wurtht. I've got my living out of the horthe-riding all my life, I know; but I conthider that I lay down the philothophy of the thubject when I thay to you, Thquire, make the betht of uth: not ... | Thethilia!" "Good-bye, Cecilia!" "Good-bye, Sissy!" "God bless you, dear!" In a variety of voices from all the room. But the riding-master eye had observed the bottle of the nine oils in her bosom, and he now interposed with "Leave the bottle, my dear; ith large to carry; it will be of no uthe to you now. Give it to me... | many and to pack them in a basket which had often travelled with them. Sissy sat all the time upon the ground, still sobbing, and covering her eyes. Mr. Gradgrind and his friend Bounderby stood near the door, ready to take her away. Mr. Sleary stood in the middle of the room, with the male members of the company about ... | took her by both her hands, and would have sprung her up and down, after the riding-master manner of congratulating young ladies on their dismounting from a rapid act; but there was no rebound in Sissy, and she only stood before him crying. "Good-bye, my dear!" said Sleary. "You'll make your fortun, I hope, and none of... | Hard Times |
"And yet, sir," | Josiah Bounderby | all over that lady's path.<|quote|>"And yet, sir,"</|quote|>he would say, "how does | showered waggon-loads of early roses all over that lady's path.<|quote|>"And yet, sir,"</|quote|>he would say, "how does it turn out after all? | so it belonged to it to exalt Mrs. Sparsit's. In the measure that he would not allow his own youth to have been attended by a single favourable circumstance, he brightened Mrs. Sparsit's juvenile career with every possible advantage, and showered waggon-loads of early roses all over that lady's path.<|quote|>"And yet, ... | his breakfast. 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 exa... | when he died, at twenty-four (the scene of his decease, Calais, and the cause, brandy), he did not leave his widow, from whom he had been separated soon after the honeymoon, in affluent circumstances. That bereaved lady, fifteen years older than he, fell presently at deadly feud with her only relative, Lady Scadgers; a... | of limited information and dull apprehension were sometimes observed not to know what a Powler was, and even to appear uncertain whether it might be a business, or a political party, or a profession of faith. The better class of minds, however, did not need to be informed that the Powlers were an ancient stock, who cou... | "Good-bye, Cecilia!" "Good-bye, Sissy!" "God bless you, dear!" In a variety of voices from all the room. But the riding-master eye had observed the bottle of the nine oils in her bosom, and he now interposed with "Leave the bottle, my dear; ith large to carry; it will be of no uthe to you now. Give it to me!" "No, no!"... | not the wurtht. I've got my living out of the horthe-riding all my life, I know; but I conthider that I lay down the philothophy of the thubject when I thay to you, Thquire, make the betht of uth: not the wurtht!" The Sleary philosophy was propounded as they went downstairs and the fixed eye of Philosophy and its rolli... | Hard Times |
he would say, | No speaker | lady's path. "And yet, sir,"<|quote|>he would say,</|quote|>"how does it turn out | early roses all over that lady's path. "And yet, sir,"<|quote|>he would say,</|quote|>"how does it turn out after all? Why here she | to it to exalt Mrs. Sparsit's. In the measure that he would not allow his own youth to have been attended by a single favourable circumstance, he brightened Mrs. Sparsit's juvenile career with every possible advantage, and showered waggon-loads of early roses all over that lady's path. "And yet, sir,"<|quote|>he would ... | 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.... | at twenty-four (the scene of his decease, Calais, and the cause, brandy), he did not leave his widow, from whom he had been separated soon after the honeymoon, in affluent circumstances. That bereaved lady, fifteen years older than he, fell presently at deadly feud with her only relative, Lady Scadgers; and, partly to ... | and dull apprehension were sometimes observed not to know what a Powler was, and even to appear uncertain whether it might be a business, or a political party, or a profession of faith. The better class of minds, however, did not need to be informed that the Powlers were an ancient stock, who could trace themselves so ... | Sissy!" "God bless you, dear!" In a variety of voices from all the room. But the riding-master eye had observed the bottle of the nine oils in her bosom, and he now interposed with "Leave the bottle, my dear; ith large to carry; it will be of no uthe to you now. Give it to me!" "No, no!" she said, in another burst of t... | class of minds, however, did not need to be informed that the Powlers were an ancient stock, who could trace themselves so exceedingly far back that it was not surprising if they sometimes lost themselves which they had rather frequently done, as respected horse-flesh, blind-hookey, Hebrew monetary transactions, and th... | Hard Times |
"how does it turn out after all? Why here she is at a hundred a year (I give her a hundred, which she is pleased to term handsome), keeping the house of Josiah Bounderby of Coketown!" | Josiah Bounderby | yet, sir," he would say,<|quote|>"how does it turn out after all? Why here she is at a hundred a year (I give her a hundred, which she is pleased to term handsome), keeping the house of Josiah Bounderby of Coketown!"</|quote|>Nay, he made this foil | over that lady's path. "And yet, sir," he would say,<|quote|>"how does it turn out after all? Why here she is at a hundred a year (I give her a hundred, which she is pleased to term handsome), keeping the house of Josiah Bounderby of Coketown!"</|quote|>Nay, he made this foil of his so very widely | exalt Mrs. Sparsit's. In the measure that he would not allow his own youth to have been attended by a single favourable circumstance, he brightened Mrs. Sparsit's juvenile career with every possible advantage, and showered waggon-loads of early roses all over that lady's path. "And yet, sir," he would say,<|quote|>"how... | 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. In the measure tha... | scene of his decease, Calais, and the cause, brandy), he did not leave his widow, from whom he had been separated soon after the honeymoon, in affluent circumstances. That bereaved lady, fifteen years older than he, fell presently at deadly feud with her only relative, Lady Scadgers; and, partly to spite her ladyship, ... | were sometimes observed not to know what a Powler was, and even to appear uncertain whether it might be a business, or a political party, or a profession of faith. The better class of minds, however, did not need to be informed that the Powlers were an ancient stock, who could trace themselves so exceedingly far back t... | you, dear!" In a variety of voices from all the room. But the riding-master eye had observed the bottle of the nine oils in her bosom, and he now interposed with "Leave the bottle, my dear; ith large to carry; it will be of no uthe to you now. Give it to me!" "No, no!" she said, in another burst of tears. "Oh, no! Pray... | that it was not surprising if they sometimes lost themselves which they had rather frequently done, as respected horse-flesh, blind-hookey, Hebrew monetary transactions, and the Insolvent Debtors' Court. The late Mr. Sparsit, being by the mother's side a Powler, married this lady, being by the father's side a Scadgers.... | Hard Times |
Nay, he made this foil of his so very widely known, that third parties took it up, and handled it on some occasions with considerable briskness. It was one of the most exasperating attributes of Bounderby, that he not only sang his own praises but stimulated other men to sing them. There was a moral infection of clap-t... | No speaker | of Josiah Bounderby of Coketown!"<|quote|>Nay, he made this foil of his so very widely known, that third parties took it up, and handled it on some occasions with considerable briskness. It was one of the most exasperating attributes of Bounderby, that he not only sang his own praises but stimulated other men to sing t... | term handsome), keeping the house of Josiah Bounderby of Coketown!"<|quote|>Nay, he made this foil of his so very widely known, that third parties took it up, and handled it on some occasions with considerable briskness. It was one of the most exasperating attributes of Bounderby, that he not only sang his own praises ... | of early roses all over that lady's path. "And yet, sir," he would say, "how does it turn out after all? Why here she is at a hundred a year (I give her a hundred, which she is pleased to term handsome), keeping the house of Josiah Bounderby of Coketown!"<|quote|>Nay, he made this foil of his so very widely known, that... | to his boastfulness to depreciate his own extraction, so it belonged to it to exalt Mrs. Sparsit's. In the measure that he would not allow his own youth to have been attended by a single favourable circumstance, he brightened Mrs. Sparsit's juvenile career with every possible advantage, and showered waggon-loads of ear... | fell presently at deadly feud with her only relative, Lady Scadgers; and, partly to spite her ladyship, and partly to maintain herself, went out at a salary. And here she was now, in her elderly days, with the Coriolanian style of nose and the dense black eyebrows which had captivated Sparsit, making Mr. Bounderby's te... | did not need to be informed that the Powlers were an ancient stock, who could trace themselves so exceedingly far back that it was not surprising if they sometimes lost themselves which they had rather frequently done, as respected horse-flesh, blind-hookey, Hebrew monetary transactions, and the Insolvent Debtors' Cour... | ith large to carry; it will be of no uthe to you now. Give it to me!" "No, no!" she said, in another burst of tears. "Oh, no! Pray let me keep it for father till he comes back! He will want it when he comes back. He had never thought of going away, when he sent me for it. I must keep it for him, if you please!" "Tho be... | an elderly lady presided over his establishment, in consideration of a certain annual stipend. Mrs. Sparsit was this lady's name; and she was a prominent figure in attendance on Mr. Bounderby's car, as it rolled along in triumph with the Bully of humility inside. For, Mrs. Sparsit had not only seen different days, but ... | Hard Times |
"Princes and lords may flourish or may fade, A breath can make them, as a breath has made," | Josiah Bounderby | kind brought into his peroration,<|quote|>"Princes and lords may flourish or may fade, A breath can make them, as a breath has made,"</|quote|>it was, for certain, more | as an orator of this kind brought into his peroration,<|quote|>"Princes and lords may flourish or may fade, A breath can make them, as a breath has made,"</|quote|>it was, for certain, more or less understood among the | the Royal arms, the Union-Jack, Magna Charta, John Bull, Habeas Corpus, the Bill of Rights, An Englishman's house is his castle, Church and State, and God save the Queen, all put together. And as often (and it was very often) as an orator of this kind brought into his peroration,<|quote|>"Princes and lords may flourish... | Bounderby, that he not only sang his own praises but stimulated other men to sing them. There was a moral infection of clap-trap in him. Strangers, modest enough elsewhere, started up at dinners in Coketown, and boasted, in quite a rampant way, of Bounderby. They made him out to be the Royal arms, the Union-Jack, Magna... | favourable circumstance, he brightened Mrs. Sparsit's juvenile career with every possible advantage, and showered waggon-loads of early roses all over that lady's path. "And yet, sir," he would say, "how does it turn out after all? Why here she is at a hundred a year (I give her a hundred, which she is pleased to term ... | a fair fortune from his uncle, but owed it all before he came into it, and spent it twice over immediately afterwards. Thus, when he died, at twenty-four (the scene of his decease, Calais, and the cause, brandy), he did not leave his widow, from whom he had been separated soon after the honeymoon, in affluent circumsta... | if you can, and think you might do wurth. People mutht be amuthed, Thquire, thomehow," continued Sleary, rendered more pursy than ever, by so much talking; "they can't be alwayth a working, nor yet they can't be alwayth a learning. Make the betht of uth; not the wurtht. I've got my living out of the horthe-riding all m... | she was the relict, had been by the mother's side what Mrs. Sparsit still called "a Powler." Strangers of limited information and dull apprehension were sometimes observed not to know what a Powler was, and even to appear uncertain whether it might be a business, or a political party, or a profession of faith. The bett... | Hard Times |
it was, for certain, more or less understood among the company that he had heard of Mrs. Sparsit. | No speaker | as a breath has made,"<|quote|>it was, for certain, more or less understood among the company that he had heard of Mrs. Sparsit.</|quote|>"Mr. Bounderby," said Mrs. Sparsit, | A breath can make them, as a breath has made,"<|quote|>it was, for certain, more or less understood among the company that he had heard of Mrs. Sparsit.</|quote|>"Mr. Bounderby," said Mrs. Sparsit, "you are unusually slow, sir, | is his castle, Church and State, and God save the Queen, all put together. And as often (and it was very often) as an orator of this kind brought into his peroration, "Princes and lords may flourish or may fade, A breath can make them, as a breath has made,"<|quote|>it was, for certain, more or less understood among th... | a moral infection of clap-trap in him. Strangers, modest enough elsewhere, started up at dinners in Coketown, and boasted, in quite a rampant way, of Bounderby. They made him out to be the Royal arms, the Union-Jack, Magna Charta, John Bull, Habeas Corpus, the Bill of Rights, An Englishman's house is his castle, Church... | all over that lady's path. "And yet, sir," he would say, "how does it turn out after all? Why here she is at a hundred a year (I give her a hundred, which she is pleased to term handsome), keeping the house of Josiah Bounderby of Coketown!" Nay, he made this foil of his so very widely known, that third parties took it ... | twice over immediately afterwards. Thus, when he died, at twenty-four (the scene of his decease, Calais, and the cause, brandy), he did not leave his widow, from whom he had been separated soon after the honeymoon, in affluent circumstances. That bereaved lady, fifteen years older than he, fell presently at deadly feud... | more pursy than ever, by so much talking; "they can't be alwayth a working, nor yet they can't be alwayth a learning. Make the betht of uth; not the wurtht. I've got my living out of the horthe-riding all my life, I know; but I conthider that I lay down the philothophy of the thubject when I thay to you, Thquire, make ... | far back that it was not surprising if they sometimes lost themselves which they had rather frequently done, as respected horse-flesh, blind-hookey, Hebrew monetary transactions, and the Insolvent Debtors' Court. The late Mr. Sparsit, being by the mother's side a Powler, married this lady, being by the father's side a ... | Hard Times |
"Mr. Bounderby," | Mrs. Sparsit | had heard of Mrs. Sparsit.<|quote|>"Mr. Bounderby,"</|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit, "you are | among the company that he had heard of Mrs. Sparsit.<|quote|>"Mr. Bounderby,"</|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit, "you are unusually slow, sir, with your | it was very often) as an orator of this kind brought into his peroration, "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.<|quote|>"Mr. Bounderby,"</|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit, "yo... | boasted, in quite a rampant way, of Bounderby. They made him out to be the Royal arms, the Union-Jack, Magna Charta, John Bull, Habeas Corpus, the Bill of Rights, An Englishman's house is his castle, Church and State, and God save the Queen, all put together. And as often (and it was very often) as an orator of this ki... | Why here she is at a hundred a year (I give her a hundred, which she is pleased to term handsome), keeping the house of Josiah Bounderby of Coketown!" Nay, he made this foil of his so very widely known, that third parties took it up, and handled it on some occasions with considerable briskness. It was one of the most e... | cause, brandy), he did not leave his widow, from whom he had been separated soon after the honeymoon, in affluent circumstances. That bereaved lady, fifteen years older than he, fell presently at deadly feud with her only relative, Lady Scadgers; and, partly to spite her ladyship, and partly to maintain herself, went o... | be alwayth a learning. Make the betht of uth; not the wurtht. I've got my living out of the horthe-riding all my life, I know; but I conthider that I lay down the philothophy of the thubject when I thay to you, Thquire, make the betht of uth: not the wurtht!" The Sleary philosophy was propounded as they went downstairs... | sometimes lost themselves which they had rather frequently done, as respected horse-flesh, blind-hookey, Hebrew monetary transactions, and the Insolvent Debtors' Court. The late Mr. Sparsit, being by the mother's side a Powler, married this lady, being by the father's side a Scadgers. Lady Scadgers (an immensely fat ol... | Hard Times |
said Mrs. Sparsit, | No speaker | of Mrs. Sparsit. "Mr. Bounderby,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit,</|quote|>"you are unusually slow, sir, | company that he had heard of Mrs. Sparsit. "Mr. Bounderby,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit,</|quote|>"you are unusually slow, sir, with your breakfast this morning." | very often) as an orator of this kind brought into his peroration, "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,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit,</|quote|>"you are u... | quite a rampant way, of Bounderby. They made him out to be the Royal arms, the Union-Jack, Magna Charta, John Bull, Habeas Corpus, the Bill of Rights, An Englishman's house is his castle, Church and State, and God save the Queen, all put together. And as often (and it was very often) as an orator of this kind brought i... | she is at a hundred a year (I give her a hundred, which she is pleased to term handsome), keeping the house of Josiah Bounderby of Coketown!" Nay, he made this foil of his so very widely known, that third parties took it up, and handled it on some occasions with considerable briskness. It was one of the most exasperati... | he did not leave his widow, from whom he had been separated soon after the honeymoon, in affluent circumstances. That bereaved lady, fifteen years older than he, fell presently at deadly feud with her only relative, Lady Scadgers; and, partly to spite her ladyship, and partly to maintain herself, went out at a salary. ... | a learning. Make the betht of uth; not the wurtht. I've got my living out of the horthe-riding all my life, I know; but I conthider that I lay down the philothophy of the thubject when I thay to you, Thquire, make the betht of uth: not the wurtht!" The Sleary philosophy was propounded as they went downstairs and the fi... | minds, however, did not need to be informed that the Powlers were an ancient stock, who could trace themselves so exceedingly far back that it was not surprising if they sometimes lost themselves which they had rather frequently done, as respected horse-flesh, blind-hookey, Hebrew monetary transactions, and the Insolve... | Hard Times |
"you are unusually slow, sir, with your breakfast this morning." | Mrs. Sparsit | "Mr. Bounderby," said Mrs. Sparsit,<|quote|>"you are unusually slow, sir, with your breakfast this morning."</|quote|>"Why, ma'am," he returned, "I | had heard of Mrs. Sparsit. "Mr. Bounderby," said Mrs. Sparsit,<|quote|>"you are unusually slow, sir, with your breakfast this morning."</|quote|>"Why, ma'am," he returned, "I am thinking about Tom Gradgrind's | an orator of this kind brought into his peroration, "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,<|quote|>"you are unusually slow, sir, with... | way, of Bounderby. They made him out to be the Royal arms, the Union-Jack, Magna Charta, John Bull, Habeas Corpus, the Bill of Rights, An Englishman's house is his castle, Church and State, and God save the Queen, all put together. And as often (and it was very often) as an orator of this kind brought into his perorati... | a hundred a year (I give her a hundred, which she is pleased to term handsome), keeping the house of Josiah Bounderby of Coketown!" Nay, he made this foil of his so very widely known, that third parties took it up, and handled it on some occasions with considerable briskness. It was one of the most exasperating attribu... | leave his widow, from whom he had been separated soon after the honeymoon, in affluent circumstances. That bereaved lady, fifteen years older than he, fell presently at deadly feud with her only relative, Lady Scadgers; and, partly to spite her ladyship, and partly to maintain herself, went out at a salary. And here sh... | the betht of uth; not the wurtht. I've got my living out of the horthe-riding all my life, I know; but I conthider that I lay down the philothophy of the thubject when I thay to you, Thquire, make the betht of uth: not the wurtht!" The Sleary philosophy was propounded as they went downstairs and the fixed eye of Philos... | 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. In the measure that he would not allow his own youth to have been attended by a single favourable circumstance, he brightened... | Hard Times |
"Why, ma'am," | Josiah Bounderby | with your breakfast this morning."<|quote|>"Why, ma'am,"</|quote|>he returned, "I am thinking | "you are unusually slow, sir, with your breakfast this morning."<|quote|>"Why, ma'am,"</|quote|>he returned, "I am thinking about Tom Gradgrind's whim;" Tom | 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."<|quote|>"Why, ma'am,"</|quote|>he retu... | Royal arms, the Union-Jack, Magna Charta, John Bull, Habeas Corpus, the Bill of Rights, An Englishman's house is his castle, Church and State, and God save the Queen, all put together. And as often (and it was very often) as an orator of this kind brought into his peroration, "Princes and lords may flourish or may fade... | she is pleased to term handsome), keeping the house of Josiah Bounderby of Coketown!" Nay, he made this foil of his so very widely known, that third parties took it up, and handled it on some occasions with considerable briskness. It was one of the most exasperating attributes of Bounderby, that he not only sang his ow... | after the honeymoon, in affluent circumstances. That bereaved lady, fifteen years older than he, fell presently at deadly feud with her only relative, Lady Scadgers; and, partly to spite her ladyship, and partly to maintain herself, went out at a salary. And here she was now, in her elderly days, with the Coriolanian s... | living out of the horthe-riding all my life, I know; but I conthider that I lay down the philothophy of the thubject when I thay to you, Thquire, make the betht of uth: not the wurtht!" The Sleary philosophy was propounded as they went downstairs and the fixed eye of Philosophy and its rolling eye, too soon lost the th... | That bereaved lady, fifteen years older than he, fell presently at deadly feud with her only relative, Lady Scadgers; and, partly to spite her ladyship, and partly to maintain herself, went out at a salary. And here she was now, in her elderly days, with the Coriolanian style of nose and the dense black eyebrows which ... | Hard Times |
he returned, | No speaker | breakfast this morning." "Why, ma'am,"<|quote|>he returned,</|quote|>"I am thinking about Tom | unusually slow, sir, with your breakfast this morning." "Why, ma'am,"<|quote|>he returned,</|quote|>"I am thinking about Tom Gradgrind's whim;" Tom Gradgrind, for | 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." "Why, ma'am,"<|quote|>he returned,</|quote|>"I a... | the Union-Jack, Magna Charta, John Bull, Habeas Corpus, the Bill of Rights, An Englishman's house is his castle, Church and State, and God save the Queen, all put together. And as often (and it was very often) as an orator of this kind brought into his peroration, "Princes and lords may flourish or may fade, A breath c... | pleased to term handsome), keeping the house of Josiah Bounderby of Coketown!" Nay, he made this foil of his so very widely known, that third parties took it up, and handled it on some occasions with considerable briskness. It was one of the most exasperating attributes of Bounderby, that he not only sang his own prais... | honeymoon, in affluent circumstances. That bereaved lady, fifteen years older than he, fell presently at deadly feud with her only relative, Lady Scadgers; and, partly to spite her ladyship, and partly to maintain herself, went out at a salary. And here she was now, in her elderly days, with the Coriolanian style of no... | of the horthe-riding all my life, I know; but I conthider that I lay down the philothophy of the thubject when I thay to you, Thquire, make the betht of uth: not the wurtht!" The Sleary philosophy was propounded as they went downstairs and the fixed eye of Philosophy and its rolling eye, too soon lost the three figures... | he, fell presently at deadly feud with her only relative, Lady Scadgers; and, partly to spite her ladyship, and partly to maintain herself, went out at a salary. And here she was now, in her elderly days, with the Coriolanian style of nose and the dense black eyebrows which had captivated Sparsit, making Mr. Bounderby'... | Hard Times |
"I am thinking about Tom Gradgrind's whim;" | Josiah Bounderby | morning." "Why, ma'am," he returned,<|quote|>"I am thinking about Tom Gradgrind's whim;"</|quote|>Tom Gradgrind, for a bluff | sir, with your breakfast this morning." "Why, ma'am," he returned,<|quote|>"I am thinking about Tom Gradgrind's whim;"</|quote|>Tom Gradgrind, for a bluff independent manner of speaking as | 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." "Why, ma'am," he returned,<|quote|>"I am thinking about Tom G... | Magna Charta, John Bull, Habeas Corpus, the Bill of Rights, An Englishman's house is his castle, Church and State, and God save the Queen, all put together. And as often (and it was very often) as an orator of this kind brought into his peroration, "Princes and lords may flourish or may fade, A breath can make them, as... | term handsome), keeping the house of Josiah Bounderby of Coketown!" Nay, he made this foil of his so very widely known, that third parties took it up, and handled it on some occasions with considerable briskness. It was one of the most exasperating attributes of Bounderby, that he not only sang his own praises but stim... | affluent circumstances. That bereaved lady, fifteen years older than he, fell presently at deadly feud with her only relative, Lady Scadgers; and, partly to spite her ladyship, and partly to maintain herself, went out at a salary. And here she was now, in her elderly days, with the Coriolanian style of nose and the den... | horthe-riding all my life, I know; but I conthider that I lay down the philothophy of the thubject when I thay to you, Thquire, make the betht of uth: not the wurtht!" The Sleary philosophy was propounded as they went downstairs and the fixed eye of Philosophy and its rolling eye, too soon lost the three figures and th... | two long slim props, and surmounted by no head worth mentioning. He inherited a fair fortune from his uncle, but owed it all before he came into it, and spent it twice over immediately afterwards. Thus, when he died, at twenty-four (the scene of his decease, Calais, and the cause, brandy), he did not leave his widow, f... | Hard Times |
Tom Gradgrind, for a bluff independent manner of speaking as if somebody were always endeavouring to bribe him with immense sums to say Thomas, and he wouldn't; | No speaker | thinking about Tom Gradgrind's whim;"<|quote|>Tom Gradgrind, for a bluff independent manner of speaking as if somebody were always endeavouring to bribe him with immense sums to say Thomas, and he wouldn't;</|quote|>"Tom Gradgrind's whim, ma'am, of | ma'am," he returned, "I am thinking about Tom Gradgrind's whim;"<|quote|>Tom Gradgrind, for a bluff independent manner of speaking as if somebody were always endeavouring to bribe him with immense sums to say Thomas, and he wouldn't;</|quote|>"Tom Gradgrind's whim, ma'am, of bringing up the tumbling-girl." "The | 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." "Why, ma'am," he returned, "I am thinking about Tom Gradgrind's whim;"<|quote|>Tom Gradgrind... | Bill of Rights, An Englishman's house is his castle, Church and State, and God save the Queen, all put together. And as often (and it was very often) as an orator of this kind brought into his peroration, "Princes and lords may flourish or may fade, A breath can make them, as a breath has made," it was, for certain, mo... | Bounderby of Coketown!" Nay, he made this foil of his so very widely known, that third parties took it up, and handled it on some occasions with considerable briskness. It was one of the most exasperating attributes of Bounderby, that he not only sang his own praises but stimulated other men to sing them. There was a m... | older than he, fell presently at deadly feud with her only relative, Lady Scadgers; and, partly to spite her ladyship, and partly to maintain herself, went out at a salary. And here she was now, in her elderly days, with the Coriolanian style of nose and the dense black eyebrows which had captivated Sparsit, making Mr.... | I conthider that I lay down the philothophy of the thubject when I thay to you, Thquire, make the betht of uth: not the wurtht!" The Sleary philosophy was propounded as they went downstairs and the fixed eye of Philosophy and its rolling eye, too soon lost the three figures and the basket in the darkness of the street.... | 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. In the measure that he would not allow his own youth to have been attended by a single favourable circ... | Hard Times |
"Tom Gradgrind's whim, ma'am, of bringing up the tumbling-girl." | Josiah Bounderby | say Thomas, and he wouldn't;<|quote|>"Tom Gradgrind's whim, ma'am, of bringing up the tumbling-girl."</|quote|>"The girl is now waiting | him with immense sums to say Thomas, and he wouldn't;<|quote|>"Tom Gradgrind's whim, ma'am, of bringing up the tumbling-girl."</|quote|>"The girl is now waiting to know," said Mrs. Sparsit, | Mrs. Sparsit, "you are unusually slow, sir, with your breakfast this morning." "Why, ma'am," he returned, "I am thinking about Tom Gradgrind's whim;" Tom Gradgrind, for a bluff independent manner of speaking as if somebody were always endeavouring to bribe him with immense sums to say Thomas, and he wouldn't;<|quote|>"... | often) as an orator of this kind brought into his peroration, "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, wi... | considerable briskness. It was one of the most exasperating attributes of Bounderby, that he not only sang his own praises but stimulated other men to sing them. There was a moral infection of clap-trap in him. Strangers, modest enough elsewhere, started up at dinners in Coketown, and boasted, in quite a rampant way, o... | at a salary. And here she was now, in her elderly days, with the Coriolanian style of nose and the dense black eyebrows which had captivated Sparsit, making Mr. Bounderby's tea as he took his breakfast. If Bounderby had been a Conqueror, and Mrs. Sparsit a captive Princess whom he took about as a feature in his state-p... | philosophy was propounded as they went downstairs and the fixed eye of Philosophy and its rolling eye, too soon lost the three figures and the basket in the darkness of the street. CHAPTER VII MRS. SPARSIT MR. BOUNDERBY being a bachelor, an elderly lady presided over his establishment, in consideration of a certain ann... | 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. In the measure that he would not allow his own youth to have been attended by a single favourable c... | Hard Times |
"The girl is now waiting to know," | Mrs. Sparsit | of bringing up the tumbling-girl."<|quote|>"The girl is now waiting to know,"</|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit, "whether she | wouldn't; "Tom Gradgrind's whim, ma'am, of bringing up the tumbling-girl."<|quote|>"The girl is now waiting to know,"</|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit, "whether she is to go straight to | breakfast this morning." "Why, ma'am," he returned, "I am thinking about Tom Gradgrind's whim;" Tom Gradgrind, for a bluff independent manner of speaking as if somebody were always endeavouring to bribe him with immense sums to say Thomas, and he wouldn't; "Tom Gradgrind's whim, ma'am, of bringing up the tumbling-girl.... | his peroration, "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." "Why, ma'am,"... | attributes of Bounderby, that he not only sang his own praises but stimulated other men to sing them. There was a moral infection of clap-trap in him. Strangers, modest enough elsewhere, started up at dinners in Coketown, and boasted, in quite a rampant way, of Bounderby. They made him out to be the Royal arms, the Uni... | her elderly days, with the Coriolanian style of nose and the dense black eyebrows which had captivated Sparsit, making Mr. Bounderby's tea as he took his breakfast. 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 g... | fixed eye of Philosophy and its rolling eye, too soon lost the three figures and the basket in the darkness of the street. CHAPTER VII MRS. SPARSIT MR. BOUNDERBY being a bachelor, an elderly lady presided over his establishment, in consideration of a certain annual stipend. Mrs. Sparsit was this lady's name; and she wa... | 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. In the measure that he would not allow his own youth to have been attended by a single favourable circumstance, he brightened Mrs. Sparsit's juvenile career with every... | Hard Times |
said Mrs. Sparsit, | No speaker | is now waiting to know,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit,</|quote|>"whether she is to go | up the tumbling-girl." "The girl is now waiting to know,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit,</|quote|>"whether she is to go straight to the school, or | "I am thinking about Tom Gradgrind's whim;" Tom Gradgrind, for a bluff independent manner of speaking as if somebody were always endeavouring to bribe him with immense sums to say Thomas, and he wouldn't; "Tom Gradgrind's whim, ma'am, of bringing up the tumbling-girl." "The girl is now waiting to know,"<|quote|>said Mr... | 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." "Why, ma'am," he returned, "I am thinking about Tom Gradgrind... | sang his own praises but stimulated other men to sing them. There was a moral infection of clap-trap in him. Strangers, modest enough elsewhere, started up at dinners in Coketown, and boasted, in quite a rampant way, of Bounderby. They made him out to be the Royal arms, the Union-Jack, Magna Charta, John Bull, Habeas C... | of nose and the dense black eyebrows which had captivated Sparsit, making Mr. Bounderby's tea as he took his breakfast. 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 d... | eye, too soon lost the three figures and the basket in the darkness of the street. CHAPTER VII MRS. SPARSIT MR. BOUNDERBY being a bachelor, an elderly lady presided over his establishment, in consideration of a certain annual stipend. Mrs. Sparsit was this lady's name; and she was a prominent figure in attendance on Mr... | 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. In the measure that he would not allow his own youth to have been attended by a single favourable circumstance, he brightened Mrs. Sparsit's ju... | Hard Times |
"whether she is to go straight to the school, or up to the Lodge." | Mrs. Sparsit | to know," said Mrs. Sparsit,<|quote|>"whether she is to go straight to the school, or up to the Lodge."</|quote|>"She must wait, ma'am," answered | "The girl is now waiting to know," said Mrs. Sparsit,<|quote|>"whether she is to go straight to the school, or up to the Lodge."</|quote|>"She must wait, ma'am," answered Bounderby, "till I know myself. | about Tom Gradgrind's whim;" Tom Gradgrind, for a bluff independent manner of speaking as if somebody were always endeavouring to bribe him with immense sums to say Thomas, and he wouldn't; "Tom Gradgrind's whim, ma'am, of bringing up the tumbling-girl." "The girl is now waiting to know," said Mrs. Sparsit,<|quote|>"wh... | 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." "Why, ma'am," he returned, "I am thinking about Tom Gradgrind's whim;" Tom... | praises but stimulated other men to sing them. There was a moral infection of clap-trap in him. Strangers, modest enough elsewhere, started up at dinners in Coketown, and boasted, in quite a rampant way, of Bounderby. They made him out to be the Royal arms, the Union-Jack, Magna Charta, John Bull, Habeas Corpus, the Bi... | the dense black eyebrows which had captivated Sparsit, making Mr. Bounderby's tea as he took his breakfast. 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 ... | lost the three figures and the basket in the darkness of the street. CHAPTER VII MRS. SPARSIT MR. BOUNDERBY being a bachelor, an elderly lady presided over his establishment, in consideration of a certain annual stipend. Mrs. Sparsit was this lady's name; and she was a prominent figure in attendance on Mr. Bounderby's ... | weakly supported on two long slim props, and surmounted by no head worth mentioning. He inherited a fair fortune from his uncle, but owed it all before he came into it, and spent it twice over immediately afterwards. Thus, when he died, at twenty-four (the scene of his decease, Calais, and the cause, brandy), he did no... | Hard Times |
"She must wait, ma'am," | Josiah Bounderby | or up to the Lodge."<|quote|>"She must wait, ma'am,"</|quote|>answered Bounderby, "till I know | go straight to the school, or up to the Lodge."<|quote|>"She must wait, ma'am,"</|quote|>answered Bounderby, "till I know myself. We shall have Tom | if somebody were always endeavouring to bribe him with immense sums to say Thomas, and he wouldn't; "Tom Gradgrind's whim, ma'am, of bringing up the tumbling-girl." "The girl is now waiting to know," said Mrs. Sparsit, "whether she is to go straight to the school, or up to the Lodge."<|quote|>"She must wait, ma'am,"</|... | 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." "Why, ma'am," he returned, "I am thinking about Tom Gradgrind's whim;" Tom Gradgrind, for a bluff independent manner of speaking as if somebod... | clap-trap in him. Strangers, modest enough elsewhere, started up at dinners in Coketown, and boasted, in quite a rampant way, of Bounderby. They made him out to be the Royal arms, the Union-Jack, Magna Charta, John Bull, Habeas Corpus, the Bill of Rights, An Englishman's house is his castle, Church and State, and God s... | took his breakfast. 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 t... | VII MRS. SPARSIT MR. BOUNDERBY being a bachelor, an elderly lady presided over his establishment, in consideration of a certain annual stipend. Mrs. Sparsit was this lady's name; and she was a prominent figure in attendance on Mr. Bounderby's car, as it rolled along in triumph with the Bully of humility inside. For, Mr... | 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... | Hard Times |
answered Bounderby, | No speaker | Lodge." "She must wait, ma'am,"<|quote|>answered Bounderby,</|quote|>"till I know myself. We | school, or up to the Lodge." "She must wait, ma'am,"<|quote|>answered Bounderby,</|quote|>"till I know myself. We shall have Tom Gradgrind down | endeavouring to bribe him with immense sums to say Thomas, and he wouldn't; "Tom Gradgrind's whim, ma'am, of bringing up the tumbling-girl." "The girl is now waiting to know," said Mrs. Sparsit, "whether she is to go straight to the school, or up to the Lodge." "She must wait, ma'am,"<|quote|>answered Bounderby,</|quot... | 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." "Why, ma'am," he returned, "I am thinking about Tom Gradgrind's whim;" Tom Gradgrind, for a bluff independent manner of speaking as if somebody were always endeavouri... | modest enough elsewhere, started up at dinners in Coketown, and boasted, in quite a rampant way, of Bounderby. They made him out to be the Royal arms, the Union-Jack, Magna Charta, John Bull, Habeas Corpus, the Bill of Rights, An Englishman's house is his castle, Church and State, and God save the Queen, all put togeth... | 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.... | BOUNDERBY being a bachelor, an elderly lady presided over his establishment, in consideration of a certain annual stipend. Mrs. Sparsit was this lady's name; and she was a prominent figure in attendance on Mr. Bounderby's car, as it rolled along in triumph with the Bully of humility inside. For, Mrs. Sparsit had not on... | own praises but stimulated other men to sing them. There was a moral infection of clap-trap in him. Strangers, modest enough elsewhere, started up at dinners in Coketown, and boasted, in quite a rampant way, of Bounderby. They made him out to be the Royal arms, the Union-Jack, Magna Charta, John Bull, Habeas Corpus, th... | Hard Times |
"till I know myself. We shall have Tom Gradgrind down here presently, I suppose. If he should wish her to remain here a day or two longer, of course she can, ma'am." | Josiah Bounderby | must wait, ma'am," answered Bounderby,<|quote|>"till I know myself. We shall have Tom Gradgrind down here presently, I suppose. If he should wish her to remain here a day or two longer, of course she can, ma'am."</|quote|>"Of course she can if | up to the Lodge." "She must wait, ma'am," answered Bounderby,<|quote|>"till I know myself. We shall have Tom Gradgrind down here presently, I suppose. If he should wish her to remain here a day or two longer, of course she can, ma'am."</|quote|>"Of course she can if you wish it, Mr. Bounderby." | bribe him with immense sums to say Thomas, and he wouldn't; "Tom Gradgrind's whim, ma'am, of bringing up the tumbling-girl." "The girl is now waiting to know," said Mrs. Sparsit, "whether she is to go straight to the school, or up to the Lodge." "She must wait, ma'am," answered Bounderby,<|quote|>"till I know myself. W... | company that he had heard of Mrs. Sparsit. "Mr. Bounderby," said Mrs. Sparsit, "you are unusually slow, sir, with your breakfast this morning." "Why, ma'am," he returned, "I am thinking about Tom Gradgrind's whim;" Tom Gradgrind, for a bluff independent manner of speaking as if somebody were always endeavouring to brib... | elsewhere, started up at dinners in Coketown, and boasted, in quite a rampant way, of Bounderby. They made him out to be the Royal arms, the Union-Jack, Magna Charta, John Bull, Habeas Corpus, the Bill of Rights, An Englishman's house is his castle, Church and State, and God save the Queen, all put together. And as oft... | 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. In the measur... | a bachelor, an elderly lady presided over his establishment, in consideration of a certain annual stipend. Mrs. Sparsit was this lady's name; and she was a prominent figure in attendance on Mr. Bounderby's car, as it rolled along in triumph with the Bully of humility inside. For, Mrs. Sparsit had not only seen differen... | 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. In the measure that he would not allow his own you... | Hard Times |
"Of course she can if you wish it, Mr. Bounderby." | Mrs. Sparsit | of course she can, ma'am."<|quote|>"Of course she can if you wish it, Mr. Bounderby."</|quote|>"I told him I would | a day or two longer, of course she can, ma'am."<|quote|>"Of course she can if you wish it, Mr. Bounderby."</|quote|>"I told him I would give her a shake-down here, | is to go straight to the school, or up to the Lodge." "She must wait, ma'am," answered Bounderby, "till I know myself. We shall have Tom Gradgrind down here presently, I suppose. If he should wish her to remain here a day or two longer, of course she can, ma'am."<|quote|>"Of course she can if you wish it, Mr. Bounderby... | Gradgrind's whim;" Tom Gradgrind, for a bluff independent manner of speaking as if somebody were always endeavouring to bribe him with immense sums to say Thomas, and he wouldn't; "Tom Gradgrind's whim, ma'am, of bringing up the tumbling-girl." "The girl is now waiting to know," said Mrs. Sparsit, "whether she is to go... | Corpus, the Bill of Rights, An Englishman's house is his castle, Church and State, and God save the Queen, all put together. And as often (and it was very often) as an orator of this kind brought into his peroration, "Princes and lords may flourish or may fade, A breath can make them, as a breath has made," it was, for... | did. Just as it belonged to his boastfulness to depreciate his own extraction, so it belonged to it to exalt Mrs. Sparsit's. In the measure that he would not allow his own youth to have been attended by a single favourable circumstance, he brightened Mrs. Sparsit's juvenile career with every possible advantage, and sho... | Bounderby's car, as it rolled along in triumph with the Bully of humility inside. For, Mrs. Sparsit had not only seen different days, but was highly connected. She had a great aunt living in these very times called Lady Scadgers. Mr. Sparsit, deceased, of whom she was the relict, had been by the mother's side what Mrs.... | weakly supported on two long slim props, and surmounted by no head worth mentioning. He inherited a fair fortune from his uncle, but owed it all before he came into it, and spent it twice over immediately afterwards. Thus, when he died, at twenty-four (the scene of his decease, Calais, and the cause, brandy), he did no... | Hard Times |
"I told him I would give her a shake-down here, last night, in order that he might sleep on it before he decided to let her have any association with Louisa." | Josiah Bounderby | you wish it, Mr. Bounderby."<|quote|>"I told him I would give her a shake-down here, last night, in order that he might sleep on it before he decided to let her have any association with Louisa."</|quote|>"Indeed, Mr. Bounderby? Very thoughtful | "Of course she can if you wish it, Mr. Bounderby."<|quote|>"I told him I would give her a shake-down here, last night, in order that he might sleep on it before he decided to let her have any association with Louisa."</|quote|>"Indeed, Mr. Bounderby? Very thoughtful of you!" Mrs. Sparsit's Coriolanian | the Lodge." "She must wait, ma'am," answered Bounderby, "till I know myself. We shall have Tom Gradgrind down here presently, I suppose. If he should wish her to remain here a day or two longer, of course she can, ma'am." "Of course she can if you wish it, Mr. Bounderby."<|quote|>"I told him I would give her a shake-do... | speaking as if somebody were always endeavouring to bribe him with immense sums to say Thomas, and he wouldn't; "Tom Gradgrind's whim, ma'am, of bringing up the tumbling-girl." "The girl is now waiting to know," said Mrs. Sparsit, "whether she is to go straight to the school, or up to the Lodge." "She must wait, ma'am,... | castle, Church and State, and God save the Queen, all put together. And as often (and it was very often) as an orator of this kind brought into his peroration, "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 ... | his own extraction, so it belonged to it to exalt Mrs. Sparsit's. In the measure that he would not allow his own youth to have been attended by a single favourable circumstance, he brightened Mrs. Sparsit's juvenile career with every possible advantage, and showered waggon-loads of early roses all over that lady's path... | Bully of humility inside. For, Mrs. Sparsit had not only seen different days, but was highly connected. She had a great aunt living in these very times called Lady Scadgers. Mr. Sparsit, deceased, of whom she was the relict, had been by the mother's side what Mrs. Sparsit still called "a Powler." Strangers of limited i... | maintain herself, went out at a salary. And here she was now, in her elderly days, with the Coriolanian style of nose and the dense black eyebrows which had captivated Sparsit, making Mr. Bounderby's tea as he took his breakfast. If Bounderby had been a Conqueror, and Mrs. Sparsit a captive Princess whom he took about ... | Hard Times |
"Indeed, Mr. Bounderby? Very thoughtful of you!" | Mrs. Sparsit | have any association with Louisa."<|quote|>"Indeed, Mr. Bounderby? Very thoughtful of you!"</|quote|>Mrs. Sparsit's Coriolanian nose underwent | he decided to let her have any association with Louisa."<|quote|>"Indeed, Mr. Bounderby? Very thoughtful of you!"</|quote|>Mrs. Sparsit's Coriolanian nose underwent a slight expansion of the | day or two longer, of course she can, ma'am." "Of course she can if you wish it, Mr. Bounderby." "I told him I would give her a shake-down here, last night, in order that he might sleep on it before he decided to let her have any association with Louisa."<|quote|>"Indeed, Mr. Bounderby? Very thoughtful of you!"</|quote... | now waiting to know," said Mrs. Sparsit, "whether she is to go straight to the school, or up to the Lodge." "She must wait, ma'am," answered Bounderby, "till I know myself. We shall have Tom Gradgrind down here presently, I suppose. If he should wish her to remain here a day or two longer, of course she can, ma'am." "O... | 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." "Why, ma'am," he returned, "I am think... | circumstance, he brightened Mrs. Sparsit's juvenile career with every possible advantage, and showered waggon-loads of early roses all over that lady's path. "And yet, sir," he would say, "how does it turn out after all? Why here she is at a hundred a year (I give her a hundred, which she is pleased to term handsome), ... | Sparsit, deceased, of whom she was the relict, had been by the mother's side what Mrs. Sparsit still called "a Powler." Strangers of limited information and dull apprehension were sometimes observed not to know what a Powler was, and even to appear uncertain whether it might be a business, or a political party, or a pr... | career with every possible advantage, and showered waggon-loads of early roses all over that lady's path. "And yet, sir," he would say, "how does it turn out after all? Why here she is at a hundred a year (I give her a hundred, which she is pleased to term handsome), keeping the house of Josiah Bounderby of Coketown!" ... | Hard Times |
Mrs. Sparsit's Coriolanian nose underwent a slight expansion of the nostrils, and her black eyebrows contracted as she took a sip of tea. | No speaker | Bounderby? Very thoughtful of you!"<|quote|>Mrs. Sparsit's Coriolanian nose underwent a slight expansion of the nostrils, and her black eyebrows contracted as she took a sip of tea.</|quote|>"It's tolerably clear to _me_," | association with Louisa." "Indeed, Mr. Bounderby? Very thoughtful of you!"<|quote|>Mrs. Sparsit's Coriolanian nose underwent a slight expansion of the nostrils, and her black eyebrows contracted as she took a sip of tea.</|quote|>"It's tolerably clear to _me_," said Bounderby, "that the little | can, ma'am." "Of course she can if you wish it, Mr. Bounderby." "I told him I would give her a shake-down here, last night, in order that he might sleep on it before he decided to let her have any association with Louisa." "Indeed, Mr. Bounderby? Very thoughtful of you!"<|quote|>Mrs. Sparsit's Coriolanian nose underwen... | "whether she is to go straight to the school, or up to the Lodge." "She must wait, ma'am," answered Bounderby, "till I know myself. We shall have Tom Gradgrind down here presently, I suppose. If he should wish her to remain here a day or two longer, of course she can, ma'am." "Of course she can if you wish it, Mr. Boun... | 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." "Why, ma'am," he returned, "I am thinking about Tom Gradgrind's whim;" Tom... | with every possible advantage, and showered waggon-loads of early roses all over that lady's path. "And yet, sir," he would say, "how does it turn out after all? Why here she is at a hundred a year (I give her a hundred, which she is pleased to term handsome), keeping the house of Josiah Bounderby of Coketown!" Nay, he... | relict, had been by the mother's side what Mrs. Sparsit still called "a Powler." Strangers of limited information and dull apprehension were sometimes observed not to know what a Powler was, and even to appear uncertain whether it might be a business, or a political party, or a profession of faith. The better class of ... | was one of the most exasperating attributes of Bounderby, that he not only sang his own praises but stimulated other men to sing them. There was a moral infection of clap-trap in him. Strangers, modest enough elsewhere, started up at dinners in Coketown, and boasted, in quite a rampant way, of Bounderby. They made him ... | Hard Times |
"It's tolerably clear to _me_," | Josiah Bounderby | took a sip of tea.<|quote|>"It's tolerably clear to _me_,"</|quote|>said Bounderby, "that the little | black eyebrows contracted as she took a sip of tea.<|quote|>"It's tolerably clear to _me_,"</|quote|>said Bounderby, "that the little puss can get small good | night, in order that he might sleep on it before he decided to let her have any association with Louisa." "Indeed, Mr. Bounderby? Very thoughtful of you!" Mrs. Sparsit's Coriolanian nose underwent a slight expansion of the nostrils, and her black eyebrows contracted as she took a sip of tea.<|quote|>"It's tolerably cle... | myself. We shall have Tom Gradgrind down here presently, I suppose. If he should wish her to remain here a day or two longer, of course she can, ma'am." "Of course she can if you wish it, Mr. Bounderby." "I told him I would give her a shake-down here, last night, in order that he might sleep on it before he decided to ... | had heard of Mrs. Sparsit. "Mr. Bounderby," said Mrs. Sparsit, "you are unusually slow, sir, with your breakfast this morning." "Why, ma'am," he returned, "I am thinking about Tom Gradgrind's whim;" Tom Gradgrind, for a bluff independent manner of speaking as if somebody were always endeavouring to bribe him with immen... | it turn out after all? Why here she is at a hundred a year (I give her a hundred, which she is pleased to term handsome), keeping the house of Josiah Bounderby of Coketown!" Nay, he made this foil of his so very widely known, that third parties took it up, and handled it on some occasions with considerable briskness. I... | observed not to know what a Powler was, and even to appear uncertain whether it might be a business, or a political party, or a profession of faith. The better class of minds, however, did not need to be informed that the Powlers were an ancient stock, who could trace themselves so exceedingly far back that it was not ... | often (and it was very often) as an orator of this kind brought into his peroration, "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 ... | Hard Times |
said Bounderby, | No speaker | "It's tolerably clear to _me_,"<|quote|>said Bounderby,</|quote|>"that the little puss can | took a sip of tea. "It's tolerably clear to _me_,"<|quote|>said Bounderby,</|quote|>"that the little puss can get small good out of | might sleep on it before he decided to let her have any association with Louisa." "Indeed, Mr. Bounderby? Very thoughtful of you!" Mrs. Sparsit's Coriolanian nose underwent a slight expansion of the nostrils, and her black eyebrows contracted as she took a sip of tea. "It's tolerably clear to _me_,"<|quote|>said Bounde... | Gradgrind down here presently, I suppose. If he should wish her to remain here a day or two longer, of course she can, ma'am." "Of course she can if you wish it, Mr. Bounderby." "I told him I would give her a shake-down here, last night, in order that he might sleep on it before he decided to let her have any associati... | "Mr. Bounderby," said Mrs. Sparsit, "you are unusually slow, sir, with your breakfast this morning." "Why, ma'am," he returned, "I am thinking about Tom Gradgrind's whim;" Tom Gradgrind, for a bluff independent manner of speaking as if somebody were always endeavouring to bribe him with immense sums to say Thomas, and ... | Why here she is at a hundred a year (I give her a hundred, which she is pleased to term handsome), keeping the house of Josiah Bounderby of Coketown!" Nay, he made this foil of his so very widely known, that third parties took it up, and handled it on some occasions with considerable briskness. It was one of the most e... | a Powler was, and even to appear uncertain whether it might be a business, or a political party, or a profession of faith. The better class of minds, however, did not need to be informed that the Powlers were an ancient stock, who could trace themselves so exceedingly far back that it was not surprising if they sometim... | brought into his peroration, "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." ... | Hard Times |
"that the little puss can get small good out of such companionship." | Josiah Bounderby | clear to _me_," said Bounderby,<|quote|>"that the little puss can get small good out of such companionship."</|quote|>"Are you speaking of young | sip of tea. "It's tolerably clear to _me_," said Bounderby,<|quote|>"that the little puss can get small good out of such companionship."</|quote|>"Are you speaking of young Miss Gradgrind, Mr. Bounderby?" "Yes, | on it before he decided to let her have any association with Louisa." "Indeed, Mr. Bounderby? Very thoughtful of you!" Mrs. Sparsit's Coriolanian nose underwent a slight expansion of the nostrils, and her black eyebrows contracted as she took a sip of tea. "It's tolerably clear to _me_," said Bounderby,<|quote|>"that t... | here presently, I suppose. If he should wish her to remain here a day or two longer, of course she can, ma'am." "Of course she can if you wish it, Mr. Bounderby." "I told him I would give her a shake-down here, last night, in order that he might sleep on it before he decided to let her have any association with Louisa.... | said Mrs. Sparsit, "you are unusually slow, sir, with your breakfast this morning." "Why, ma'am," he returned, "I am thinking about Tom Gradgrind's whim;" Tom Gradgrind, for a bluff independent manner of speaking as if somebody were always endeavouring to bribe him with immense sums to say Thomas, and he wouldn't; "Tom... | she is at a hundred a year (I give her a hundred, which she is pleased to term handsome), keeping the house of Josiah Bounderby of Coketown!" Nay, he made this foil of his so very widely known, that third parties took it up, and handled it on some occasions with considerable briskness. It was one of the most exasperati... | was, and even to appear uncertain whether it might be a business, or a political party, or a profession of faith. The better class of minds, however, did not need to be informed that the Powlers were an ancient stock, who could trace themselves so exceedingly far back that it was not surprising if they sometimes lost t... | enough elsewhere, started up at dinners in Coketown, and boasted, in quite a rampant way, of Bounderby. They made him out to be the Royal arms, the Union-Jack, Magna Charta, John Bull, Habeas Corpus, the Bill of Rights, An Englishman's house is his castle, Church and State, and God save the Queen, all put together. And... | Hard Times |
"Are you speaking of young Miss Gradgrind, Mr. Bounderby?" | Mrs. Sparsit | good out of such companionship."<|quote|>"Are you speaking of young Miss Gradgrind, Mr. Bounderby?"</|quote|>"Yes, ma'am, I'm speaking of | little puss can get small good out of such companionship."<|quote|>"Are you speaking of young Miss Gradgrind, Mr. Bounderby?"</|quote|>"Yes, ma'am, I'm speaking of Louisa." "Your observation being limited | Louisa." "Indeed, Mr. Bounderby? Very thoughtful of you!" Mrs. Sparsit's Coriolanian nose underwent a slight expansion of the nostrils, and her black eyebrows contracted as she took a sip of tea. "It's tolerably clear to _me_," said Bounderby, "that the little puss can get small good out of such companionship."<|quote|... | a day or two longer, of course she can, ma'am." "Of course she can if you wish it, Mr. Bounderby." "I told him I would give her a shake-down here, last night, in order that he might sleep on it before he decided to let her have any association with Louisa." "Indeed, Mr. Bounderby? Very thoughtful of you!" Mrs. Sparsit'... | morning." "Why, ma'am," he returned, "I am thinking about Tom Gradgrind's whim;" Tom Gradgrind, for a bluff independent manner of speaking as if somebody were always endeavouring to bribe him with immense sums to say Thomas, and he wouldn't; "Tom Gradgrind's whim, ma'am, of bringing up the tumbling-girl." "The girl is ... | which she is pleased to term handsome), keeping the house of Josiah Bounderby of Coketown!" Nay, he made this foil of his so very widely known, that third parties took it up, and handled it on some occasions with considerable briskness. It was one of the most exasperating attributes of Bounderby, that he not only sang ... | or a political party, or a profession of faith. The better class of minds, however, did not need to be informed that the Powlers were an ancient stock, who could trace themselves so exceedingly far back that it was not surprising if they sometimes lost themselves which they had rather frequently done, as respected hors... | she is at a hundred a year (I give her a hundred, which she is pleased to term handsome), keeping the house of Josiah Bounderby of Coketown!" Nay, he made this foil of his so very widely known, that third parties took it up, and handled it on some occasions with considerable briskness. It was one of the most exasperati... | Hard Times |
"Yes, ma'am, I'm speaking of Louisa." | Josiah Bounderby | young Miss Gradgrind, Mr. Bounderby?"<|quote|>"Yes, ma'am, I'm speaking of Louisa."</|quote|>"Your observation being limited to | companionship." "Are you speaking of young Miss Gradgrind, Mr. Bounderby?"<|quote|>"Yes, ma'am, I'm speaking of Louisa."</|quote|>"Your observation being limited to "little puss,"" said Mrs. Sparsit, | Sparsit's Coriolanian nose underwent a slight expansion of the nostrils, and her black eyebrows contracted as she took a sip of tea. "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?"<|quote|>"Ye... | ma'am." "Of course she can if you wish it, Mr. Bounderby." "I told him I would give her a shake-down here, last night, in order that he might sleep on it before he decided to let her have any association with Louisa." "Indeed, Mr. Bounderby? Very thoughtful of you!" Mrs. Sparsit's Coriolanian nose underwent a slight ex... | Tom Gradgrind's whim;" Tom Gradgrind, for a bluff independent manner of speaking as if somebody were always endeavouring to bribe him with immense sums to say Thomas, and he wouldn't; "Tom Gradgrind's whim, ma'am, of bringing up the tumbling-girl." "The girl is now waiting to know," said Mrs. Sparsit, "whether she is t... | house of Josiah Bounderby of Coketown!" Nay, he made this foil of his so very widely known, that third parties took it up, and handled it on some occasions with considerable briskness. It was one of the most exasperating attributes of Bounderby, that he not only sang his own praises but stimulated other men to sing the... | The better class of minds, however, did not need to be informed that the Powlers were an ancient stock, who could trace themselves so exceedingly far back that it was not surprising if they sometimes lost themselves which they had rather frequently done, as respected horse-flesh, blind-hookey, Hebrew monetary transacti... | 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." "Why, ma'am," he returned, "I am thinking about Tom Gradgrind's whim;" Tom G... | Hard Times |
"Your observation being limited to "little puss,"" said Mrs. Sparsit, | No speaker | ma'am, I'm speaking of Louisa."<|quote|>"Your observation being limited to "little puss,"" said Mrs. Sparsit,</|quote|>"and there being two little | Miss Gradgrind, Mr. Bounderby?" "Yes, ma'am, I'm speaking of Louisa."<|quote|>"Your observation being limited to "little puss,"" said Mrs. Sparsit,</|quote|>"and there being two little girls in question, I did | expansion of the nostrils, and her black eyebrows contracted as she took a sip of tea. "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."<|quote|>"Your obser... | you wish it, Mr. Bounderby." "I told him I would give her a shake-down here, last night, in order that he might sleep on it before he decided to let her have any association with Louisa." "Indeed, Mr. Bounderby? Very thoughtful of you!" Mrs. Sparsit's Coriolanian nose underwent a slight expansion of the nostrils, and h... | a bluff independent manner of speaking as if somebody were always endeavouring to bribe him with immense sums to say Thomas, and he wouldn't; "Tom Gradgrind's whim, ma'am, of bringing up the tumbling-girl." "The girl is now waiting to know," said Mrs. Sparsit, "whether she is to go straight to the school, or up to the ... | Nay, he made this foil of his so very widely known, that third parties took it up, and handled it on some occasions with considerable briskness. It was one of the most exasperating attributes of Bounderby, that he not only sang his own praises but stimulated other men to sing them. There was a moral infection of clap-t... | did not need to be informed that the Powlers were an ancient stock, who could trace themselves so exceedingly far back that it was not surprising if they sometimes lost themselves which they had rather frequently done, as respected horse-flesh, blind-hookey, Hebrew monetary transactions, and the Insolvent Debtors' Cour... | dense black eyebrows which had captivated Sparsit, making Mr. Bounderby's tea as he took his breakfast. 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 b... | Hard Times |
"and there being two little girls in question, I did not know which might be indicated by that expression." | Mrs. Sparsit | "little puss,"" said Mrs. Sparsit,<|quote|>"and there being two little girls in question, I did not know which might be indicated by that expression."</|quote|>"Your observation being limited to | "Your observation being limited to "little puss,"" said Mrs. Sparsit,<|quote|>"and there being two little girls in question, I did not know which might be indicated by that expression."</|quote|>"Your observation being limited to "little puss,"" said Mrs. Sparsit, | she took a sip of tea. "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,<|quote|>"and ... | give her a shake-down here, last night, in order that he might sleep on it before he decided to let her have any association with Louisa." "Indeed, Mr. Bounderby? Very thoughtful of you!" Mrs. Sparsit's Coriolanian nose underwent a slight expansion of the nostrils, and her black eyebrows contracted as she took a sip of... | always endeavouring to bribe him with immense sums to say Thomas, and he wouldn't; "Tom Gradgrind's whim, ma'am, of bringing up the tumbling-girl." "The girl is now waiting to know," said Mrs. Sparsit, "whether she is to go straight to the school, or up to the Lodge." "She must wait, ma'am," answered Bounderby, "till I... | known, that third parties took it up, and handled it on some occasions with considerable briskness. It was one of the most exasperating attributes of Bounderby, that he not only sang his own praises but stimulated other men to sing them. There was a moral infection of clap-trap in him. Strangers, modest enough elsewher... | an ancient stock, who could trace themselves so exceedingly far back that it was not surprising if they sometimes lost themselves which they had rather frequently done, as respected horse-flesh, blind-hookey, Hebrew monetary transactions, and the Insolvent Debtors' Court. The late Mr. Sparsit, being by the mother's sid... | An Englishman's house is his castle, Church and State, and God save the Queen, all put together. And as often (and it was very often) as an orator of this kind brought into his peroration, "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 under... | Hard Times |
"Your observation being limited to "little puss,"" | Mrs. Sparsit | be indicated by that expression."<|quote|>"Your observation being limited to "little puss,""</|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit, "and there | did not know which might be indicated by that expression."<|quote|>"Your observation being limited to "little puss,""</|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit, "and there being two little girls in | 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."<|quote... | let her have any association with Louisa." "Indeed, Mr. Bounderby? Very thoughtful of you!" Mrs. Sparsit's Coriolanian nose underwent a slight expansion of the nostrils, and her black eyebrows contracted as she took a sip of tea. "It's tolerably clear to _me_," said Bounderby, "that the little puss can get small good o... | bringing up the tumbling-girl." "The girl is now waiting to know," said Mrs. Sparsit, "whether she is to go straight to the school, or up to the Lodge." "She must wait, ma'am," answered Bounderby, "till I know myself. We shall have Tom Gradgrind down here presently, I suppose. If he should wish her to remain here a day... | of the most exasperating attributes of Bounderby, that he not only sang his own praises but stimulated other men to sing them. There was a moral infection of clap-trap in him. Strangers, modest enough elsewhere, started up at dinners in Coketown, and boasted, in quite a rampant way, of Bounderby. They made him out to b... | lost themselves which they had rather frequently done, as respected horse-flesh, blind-hookey, Hebrew monetary transactions, and the Insolvent Debtors' Court. The late Mr. Sparsit, being by the mother's side a Powler, married this lady, being by the father's side a Scadgers. Lady Scadgers (an immensely fat old woman, w... | are unusually slow, sir, with your breakfast this morning." "Why, ma'am," he returned, "I am thinking about Tom Gradgrind's whim;" Tom Gradgrind, for a bluff independent manner of speaking as if somebody were always endeavouring to bribe him with immense sums to say Thomas, and he wouldn't; "Tom Gradgrind's whim, ma'am... | Hard Times |
said Mrs. Sparsit, "and there being two little girls in question, I did not know which might be indicated by that expression." | No speaker | being limited to "little puss,""<|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit, "and there being two little girls in question, I did not know which might be indicated by that expression."</|quote|>"Louisa," repeated Mr. Bounderby. "Louisa, | by that expression." "Your observation being limited to "little puss,""<|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit, "and there being two little girls in question, I did not know which might be indicated by that expression."</|quote|>"Louisa," repeated Mr. Bounderby. "Louisa, Louisa." "You are quite another | 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." "Your observation being limited to "little puss,""... | "Indeed, Mr. Bounderby? Very thoughtful of you!" Mrs. Sparsit's Coriolanian nose underwent a slight expansion of the nostrils, and her black eyebrows contracted as she took a sip of tea. "It's tolerably clear to _me_," said Bounderby, "that the little puss can get small good out of such companionship." "Are you speakin... | now waiting to know," said Mrs. Sparsit, "whether she is to go straight to the school, or up to the Lodge." "She must wait, ma'am," answered Bounderby, "till I know myself. We shall have Tom Gradgrind down here presently, I suppose. If he should wish her to remain here a day or two longer, of course she can, ma'am." "O... | that he not only sang his own praises but stimulated other men to sing them. There was a moral infection of clap-trap in him. Strangers, modest enough elsewhere, started up at dinners in Coketown, and boasted, in quite a rampant way, of Bounderby. They made him out to be the Royal arms, the Union-Jack, Magna Charta, Jo... | done, as respected horse-flesh, blind-hookey, Hebrew monetary transactions, and the Insolvent Debtors' Court. The late Mr. Sparsit, being by the mother's side a Powler, married this lady, being by the father's side a Scadgers. Lady Scadgers (an immensely fat old woman, with an inordinate appetite for butcher's meat, an... | his boastfulness to depreciate his own extraction, so it belonged to it to exalt Mrs. Sparsit's. In the measure that he would not allow his own youth to have been attended by a single favourable circumstance, he brightened Mrs. Sparsit's juvenile career with every possible advantage, and showered waggon-loads of early ... | Hard Times |
"Louisa," | Josiah Bounderby | be indicated by that expression."<|quote|>"Louisa,"</|quote|>repeated Mr. Bounderby. "Louisa, Louisa." | did not know which might be indicated by that expression."<|quote|>"Louisa,"</|quote|>repeated Mr. Bounderby. "Louisa, Louisa." "You are quite another father | Mrs. Sparsit, "and there being two little girls in question, I did not know which might be indicated by that expression." "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."<|quote|>"Louisa,"</|... | contracted as she took a sip of tea. "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,... | must wait, ma'am," answered Bounderby, "till I know myself. We shall have Tom Gradgrind down here presently, I suppose. If he should wish her to remain here a day or two longer, of course she can, ma'am." "Of course she can if you wish it, Mr. Bounderby." "I told him I would give her a shake-down here, last night, in o... | in him. Strangers, modest enough elsewhere, started up at dinners in Coketown, and boasted, in quite a rampant way, of Bounderby. They made him out to be the Royal arms, the Union-Jack, Magna Charta, John Bull, Habeas Corpus, the Bill of Rights, An Englishman's house is his castle, Church and State, and God save the Qu... | a Powler, married this lady, being by the father's side a Scadgers. Lady Scadgers (an immensely fat old woman, with an inordinate appetite for butcher's meat, and a mysterious leg which had now refused to get out of bed for fourteen years) contrived the marriage, at a period when Sparsit was just of age, and chiefly no... | his own youth to have been attended by a single favourable circumstance, he brightened Mrs. Sparsit's juvenile career with every possible advantage, and showered waggon-loads of early roses all over that lady's path. "And yet, sir," he would say, "how does it turn out after all? Why here she is at a hundred a year (I g... | Hard Times |
repeated Mr. Bounderby. | No speaker | indicated by that expression." "Louisa,"<|quote|>repeated Mr. Bounderby.</|quote|>"Louisa, Louisa." "You are quite | not know which might be indicated by that expression." "Louisa,"<|quote|>repeated Mr. Bounderby.</|quote|>"Louisa, Louisa." "You are quite another father to Louisa, sir." | Sparsit, "and there being two little girls in question, I did not know which might be indicated by that expression." "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." "Louisa,"<|quote|>repeate... | as she took a sip of tea. "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... | wait, ma'am," answered Bounderby, "till I know myself. We shall have Tom Gradgrind down here presently, I suppose. If he should wish her to remain here a day or two longer, of course she can, ma'am." "Of course she can if you wish it, Mr. Bounderby." "I told him I would give her a shake-down here, last night, in order ... | him. Strangers, modest enough elsewhere, started up at dinners in Coketown, and boasted, in quite a rampant way, of Bounderby. They made him out to be the Royal arms, the Union-Jack, Magna Charta, John Bull, Habeas Corpus, the Bill of Rights, An Englishman's house is his castle, Church and State, and God save the Queen... | Powler, married this lady, being by the father's side a Scadgers. Lady Scadgers (an immensely fat old woman, with an inordinate appetite for butcher's meat, and a mysterious leg which had now refused to get out of bed for fourteen years) contrived the marriage, at a period when Sparsit was just of age, and chiefly noti... | 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.... | Hard Times |
"Louisa, Louisa." | Josiah Bounderby | expression." "Louisa," repeated Mr. Bounderby.<|quote|>"Louisa, Louisa."</|quote|>"You are quite another father | might be indicated by that expression." "Louisa," repeated Mr. Bounderby.<|quote|>"Louisa, Louisa."</|quote|>"You are quite another father to Louisa, sir." Mrs. Sparsit | being two little girls in question, I did not know which might be indicated by that expression." "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." "Louisa," repeated Mr. Bounderby.<|quote|>"Lo... | a sip of tea. "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 l... | Bounderby, "till I know myself. We shall have Tom Gradgrind down here presently, I suppose. If he should wish her to remain here a day or two longer, of course she can, ma'am." "Of course she can if you wish it, Mr. Bounderby." "I told him I would give her a shake-down here, last night, in order that he might sleep on ... | enough elsewhere, started up at dinners in Coketown, and boasted, in quite a rampant way, of Bounderby. They made him out to be the Royal arms, the Union-Jack, Magna Charta, John Bull, Habeas Corpus, the Bill of Rights, An Englishman's house is his castle, Church and State, and God save the Queen, all put together. And... | lady, being by the father's side a Scadgers. Lady Scadgers (an immensely fat old woman, with an inordinate appetite for butcher's meat, and a mysterious leg which had now refused to get out of bed for fourteen years) contrived the marriage, at a period when Sparsit was just of age, and chiefly noticeable for a slender ... | a year (I give her a hundred, which she is pleased to term handsome), keeping the house of Josiah Bounderby of Coketown!" Nay, he made this foil of his so very widely known, that third parties took it up, and handled it on some occasions with considerable briskness. It was one of the most exasperating attributes of Bou... | Hard Times |
"You are quite another father to Louisa, sir." | Mrs. Sparsit | repeated Mr. Bounderby. "Louisa, Louisa."<|quote|>"You are quite another father to Louisa, sir."</|quote|>Mrs. Sparsit took a little | indicated by that expression." "Louisa," repeated Mr. Bounderby. "Louisa, Louisa."<|quote|>"You are quite another father to Louisa, sir."</|quote|>Mrs. Sparsit took a little more tea; and, as she | little girls in question, I did not know which might be indicated by that expression." "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." "Louisa," repeated Mr. Bounderby. "Louisa, Louisa."<|qu... | of tea. "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 ... | I know myself. We shall have Tom Gradgrind down here presently, I suppose. If he should wish her to remain here a day or two longer, of course she can, ma'am." "Of course she can if you wish it, Mr. Bounderby." "I told him I would give her a shake-down here, last night, in order that he might sleep on it before he deci... | started up at dinners in Coketown, and boasted, in quite a rampant way, of Bounderby. They made him out to be the Royal arms, the Union-Jack, Magna Charta, John Bull, Habeas Corpus, the Bill of Rights, An Englishman's house is his castle, Church and State, and God save the Queen, all put together. And as often (and it ... | by the father's side a Scadgers. Lady Scadgers (an immensely fat old woman, with an inordinate appetite for butcher's meat, and a mysterious leg which had now refused to get out of bed for fourteen years) contrived the marriage, at a period when Sparsit was just of age, and chiefly noticeable for a slender body, weakly... | his peroration, "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." "Why, ma'am,"... | Hard Times |
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. | No speaker | another father to Louisa, sir."<|quote|>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.</|quote|>"If you had said I | "Louisa, Louisa." "You are quite another father to Louisa, sir."<|quote|>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.</|quote|>"If you had said I was another father to Tom | which might be indicated by that expression." "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." "Louisa," repeated Mr. Bounderby. "Louisa, Louisa." "You are quite another father to Louisa, sir... | 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... | down here presently, I suppose. If he should wish her to remain here a day or two longer, of course she can, ma'am." "Of course she can if you wish it, Mr. Bounderby." "I told him I would give her a shake-down here, last night, in order that he might sleep on it before he decided to let her have any association with Lo... | in quite a rampant way, of Bounderby. They made him out to be the Royal arms, the Union-Jack, Magna Charta, John Bull, Habeas Corpus, the Bill of Rights, An Englishman's house is his castle, Church and State, and God save the Queen, all put together. And as often (and it was very often) as an orator of this kind brough... | (an immensely fat old woman, with an inordinate appetite for butcher's meat, and a mysterious leg which had now refused to get out of bed for fourteen years) contrived the marriage, at a period when Sparsit was just of age, and chiefly noticeable for a slender body, weakly supported on two long slim props, and surmount... | They made him out to be the Royal arms, the Union-Jack, Magna Charta, John Bull, Habeas Corpus, the Bill of Rights, An Englishman's house is his castle, Church and State, and God save the Queen, all put together. And as often (and it was very often) as an orator of this kind brought into his peroration, "Princes and lo... | Hard Times |
"If you had said I was another father to Tom young Tom, I mean, not my friend Tom Gradgrind you might have been nearer the mark. I am going to take young Tom into my office. Going to have him under my wing, ma'am." | Josiah Bounderby | were invoking the infernal gods.<|quote|>"If you had said I was another father to Tom young Tom, I mean, not my friend Tom Gradgrind you might have been nearer the mark. I am going to take young Tom into my office. Going to have him under my wing, ma'am."</|quote|>"Indeed? Rather young for that, | as if her classical countenance were invoking the infernal gods.<|quote|>"If you had said I was another father to Tom young Tom, I mean, not my friend Tom Gradgrind you might have been nearer the mark. I am going to take young Tom into my office. Going to have him under my wing, ma'am."</|quote|>"Indeed? Rather young f... | be indicated by that expression." "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.<|... | 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." "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 e... | Mr. Bounderby." "I told him I would give her a shake-down here, last night, in order that he might sleep on it before he decided to let her have any association with Louisa." "Indeed, Mr. Bounderby? Very thoughtful of you!" Mrs. Sparsit's Coriolanian nose underwent a slight expansion of the nostrils, and her black eyeb... | is his castle, Church and State, and God save the Queen, all put together. And as often (and it was very often) as an orator of this kind brought into his peroration, "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 compan... | at a period when Sparsit was just of age, and chiefly noticeable for a slender body, weakly supported on two long slim props, and surmounted by no head worth mentioning. He inherited a fair fortune from his uncle, but owed it all before he came into it, and spent it twice over immediately afterwards. Thus, when he died... | the measure that he would not allow his own youth to have been attended by a single favourable circumstance, he brightened Mrs. Sparsit's juvenile career with every possible advantage, and showered waggon-loads of early roses all over that lady's path. "And yet, sir," he would say, "how does it turn out after all? Why ... | Hard Times |
"Indeed? Rather young for that, is he not, sir?" | Mrs. Sparsit | him under my wing, ma'am."<|quote|>"Indeed? Rather young for that, is he not, sir?"</|quote|>Mrs. Sparsit's "sir," in addressing | my office. Going to have him under my wing, ma'am."<|quote|>"Indeed? Rather young for that, is he not, sir?"</|quote|>Mrs. Sparsit's "sir," in addressing Mr. Bounderby, was a word | countenance were invoking the infernal gods. "If you had said I was another father to Tom young Tom, I mean, not my friend Tom Gradgrind you might have been nearer the mark. I am going to take young Tom into my office. Going to have him under my wing, ma'am."<|quote|>"Indeed? Rather young for that, is he not, sir?"</|q... | I did not know which might be indicated by that expression." "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 in... | underwent a slight expansion of the nostrils, and her black eyebrows contracted as she took a sip of tea. "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." ... | 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." "Why, ma'am," he returned, "I am thinking about Tom Gradgrind's whim;" Tom Gradgrind, for a ... | came into it, and spent it twice over immediately afterwards. Thus, when he died, at twenty-four (the scene of his decease, Calais, and the cause, brandy), he did not leave his widow, from whom he had been separated soon after the honeymoon, in affluent circumstances. That bereaved lady, fifteen years older than he, fe... | 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." "Why, ma'am," he returned, "I am thinking about Tom Gradgrind's whim;" Tom Gradgrind, for a bluff independent manner of spea... | Hard Times |
Mrs. Sparsit's "sir," in addressing Mr. Bounderby, was a word of ceremony, rather exacting consideration for herself in the use, than honouring him. | No speaker | that, is he not, sir?"<|quote|>Mrs. Sparsit's "sir," in addressing Mr. Bounderby, was a word of ceremony, rather exacting consideration for herself in the use, than honouring him.</|quote|>"I'm not going to take | ma'am." "Indeed? Rather young for that, is he not, sir?"<|quote|>Mrs. Sparsit's "sir," in addressing Mr. Bounderby, was a word of ceremony, rather exacting consideration for herself in the use, than honouring him.</|quote|>"I'm not going to take him at once; he is | said I was another father to Tom young Tom, I mean, not my friend Tom Gradgrind you might have been nearer the mark. I am going to take young Tom into my office. Going to have him under my wing, ma'am." "Indeed? Rather young for that, is he not, sir?"<|quote|>Mrs. Sparsit's "sir," in addressing Mr. Bounderby, was a wor... | that expression." "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. "If you had said ... | black eyebrows contracted as she took a sip of tea. "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,"" sai... | 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." "Why, ma'am," he returned, "I am thinking about Tom Gradgrind's whim;" Tom Gradgrind, for a bluff independent manner of speaking as i... | afterwards. Thus, when he died, at twenty-four (the scene of his decease, Calais, and the cause, brandy), he did not leave his widow, from whom he had been separated soon after the honeymoon, in affluent circumstances. That bereaved lady, fifteen years older than he, fell presently at deadly feud with her only relative... | into his peroration, "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." "Why, ma... | Hard Times |
"I'm not going to take him at once; he is to finish his educational cramming before then," | Josiah Bounderby | the use, than honouring him.<|quote|>"I'm not going to take him at once; he is to finish his educational cramming before then,"</|quote|>said Bounderby. "By the Lord | exacting consideration for herself in the use, than honouring him.<|quote|>"I'm not going to take him at once; he is to finish his educational cramming before then,"</|quote|>said Bounderby. "By the Lord Harry, he'll have enough of | I am going to take young Tom into my office. Going to have him under my wing, ma'am." "Indeed? Rather young for that, is he not, sir?" Mrs. Sparsit's "sir," in addressing Mr. Bounderby, was a word of ceremony, rather exacting consideration for herself in the use, than honouring him.<|quote|>"I'm not going to take him a... | and, as she bent her again contracted eyebrows over her steaming cup, rather looked as if her classical countenance were invoking the infernal gods. "If you had said I was another father to Tom young Tom, I mean, not my friend Tom Gradgrind you might have been nearer the mark. I am going to take young Tom into my offic... | 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." "Your ... | slow, sir, with your breakfast this morning." "Why, ma'am," he returned, "I am thinking about Tom Gradgrind's whim;" Tom Gradgrind, for a bluff independent manner of speaking as if somebody were always endeavouring to bribe him with immense sums to say Thomas, and he wouldn't; "Tom Gradgrind's whim, ma'am, of bringing ... | from whom he had been separated soon after the honeymoon, in affluent circumstances. That bereaved lady, fifteen years older than he, fell presently at deadly feud with her only relative, Lady Scadgers; and, partly to spite her ladyship, and partly to maintain herself, went out at a salary. And here she was now, in her... | shall have Tom Gradgrind down here presently, I suppose. If he should wish her to remain here a day or two longer, of course she can, ma'am." "Of course she can if you wish it, Mr. Bounderby." "I told him I would give her a shake-down here, last night, in order that he might sleep on it before he decided to let her hav... | Hard Times |
said Bounderby. | No speaker | his educational cramming before then,"<|quote|>said Bounderby.</|quote|>"By the Lord Harry, he'll | once; he is to finish his educational cramming before then,"<|quote|>said Bounderby.</|quote|>"By the Lord Harry, he'll have enough of it, first | ma'am." "Indeed? Rather young for that, is he not, sir?" Mrs. Sparsit's "sir," in addressing Mr. Bounderby, was a word of ceremony, rather exacting consideration for herself in the use, than honouring him. "I'm not going to take him at once; he is to finish his educational cramming before then,"<|quote|>said Bounderby.... | classical countenance were invoking the infernal gods. "If you had said I was another father to Tom young Tom, I mean, not my friend Tom Gradgrind you might have been nearer the mark. I am going to take young Tom into my office. Going to have him under my wing, ma'am." "Indeed? Rather young for that, is he not, sir?" M... | 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." "Your observation being limited to "little puss,"" said Mrs. Sparsit, "and there being two little girls in question, ... | whim;" Tom Gradgrind, for a bluff independent manner of speaking as if somebody were always endeavouring to bribe him with immense sums to say Thomas, and he wouldn't; "Tom Gradgrind's whim, ma'am, of bringing up the tumbling-girl." "The girl is now waiting to know," said Mrs. Sparsit, "whether she is to go straight to... | years older than he, fell presently at deadly feud with her only relative, Lady Scadgers; and, partly to spite her ladyship, and partly to maintain herself, went out at a salary. And here she was now, in her elderly days, with the Coriolanian style of nose and the dense black eyebrows which had captivated Sparsit, maki... | 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." "Why, ma'am," he returned, "I am thinking about Tom Gradgrind's whim;" Tom Gradgrind, for a bluff independent manner of spea... | Hard Times |
"By the Lord Harry, he'll have enough of it, first and last! He'd open his eyes, that boy would, if he knew how empty of learning _my_ young maw was, at his time of life." | Josiah Bounderby | cramming before then," said Bounderby.<|quote|>"By the Lord Harry, he'll have enough of it, first and last! He'd open his eyes, that boy would, if he knew how empty of learning _my_ young maw was, at his time of life."</|quote|>Which, by the by, he | is to finish his educational cramming before then," said Bounderby.<|quote|>"By the Lord Harry, he'll have enough of it, first and last! He'd open his eyes, that boy would, if he knew how empty of learning _my_ young maw was, at his time of life."</|quote|>Which, by the by, he probably did know, for he | Rather young for that, is he not, sir?" Mrs. Sparsit's "sir," in addressing Mr. Bounderby, was a word of ceremony, rather exacting consideration for herself in the use, than honouring him. "I'm not going to take him at once; he is to finish his educational cramming before then," said Bounderby.<|quote|>"By the Lord Har... | were invoking the infernal gods. "If you had said I was another father to Tom young Tom, I mean, not my friend Tom Gradgrind you might have been nearer the mark. I am going to take young Tom into my office. Going to have him under my wing, ma'am." "Indeed? Rather young for that, is he not, sir?" Mrs. Sparsit's "sir," i... | 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." "Your observation being limited to "little puss,"" said Mrs. Sparsit, "and there being two little girls in question, I did not kno... | Gradgrind, for a bluff independent manner of speaking as if somebody were always endeavouring to bribe him with immense sums to say Thomas, and he wouldn't; "Tom Gradgrind's whim, ma'am, of bringing up the tumbling-girl." "The girl is now waiting to know," said Mrs. Sparsit, "whether she is to go straight to the school... | than he, fell presently at deadly feud with her only relative, Lady Scadgers; and, partly to spite her ladyship, and partly to maintain herself, went out at a salary. And here she was now, in her elderly days, with the Coriolanian style of nose and the dense black eyebrows which had captivated Sparsit, making Mr. Bound... | 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." "Why, ma'am," he returned, "I am thinking about Tom Gradgrind's whim;" Tom Gradgrind, for a bluff independent manner of speaking ... | Hard Times |
Which, by the by, he probably did know, for he had heard of it often enough. | No speaker | at his time of life."<|quote|>Which, by the by, he probably did know, for he had heard of it often enough.</|quote|>"But it's extraordinary the difficulty | learning _my_ young maw was, at his time of life."<|quote|>Which, by the by, he probably did know, for he had heard of it often enough.</|quote|>"But it's extraordinary the difficulty I have on scores of | take him at once; he is to finish his educational cramming before then," said Bounderby. "By the Lord Harry, he'll have enough of it, first and last! He'd open his eyes, that boy would, if he knew how empty of learning _my_ young maw was, at his time of life."<|quote|>Which, by the by, he probably did know, for he had ... | take young Tom into my office. Going to have him under my wing, ma'am." "Indeed? Rather young for that, is he not, sir?" Mrs. Sparsit's "sir," in addressing Mr. Bounderby, was a word of ceremony, rather exacting consideration for herself in the use, than honouring him. "I'm not going to take him at once; he is to finis... | 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." "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 ... | "The girl is now waiting to know," said Mrs. Sparsit, "whether she is to go straight to the school, or up to the Lodge." "She must wait, ma'am," answered Bounderby, "till I know myself. We shall have Tom Gradgrind down here presently, I suppose. If he should wish her to remain here a day or two longer, of course she ca... | her elderly days, with the Coriolanian style of nose and the dense black eyebrows which had captivated Sparsit, making Mr. Bounderby's tea as he took his breakfast. 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 g... | the Union-Jack, Magna Charta, John Bull, Habeas Corpus, the Bill of Rights, An Englishman's house is his castle, Church and State, and God save the Queen, all put together. And as often (and it was very often) as an orator of this kind brought into his peroration, "Princes and lords may flourish or may fade, A breath c... | Hard Times |
"But it's extraordinary the difficulty I have on scores of such subjects, in speaking to any one on equal terms. Here, for example, I have been speaking to you this morning about tumblers. Why, what do _you_ know about tumblers? At the time when, to have been a tumbler in the mud of the streets, would have been a godse... | Josiah Bounderby | heard of it often enough.<|quote|>"But it's extraordinary the difficulty I have on scores of such subjects, in speaking to any one on equal terms. Here, for example, I have been speaking to you this morning about tumblers. Why, what do _you_ know about tumblers? At the time when, to have been a tumbler in the mud of th... | did know, for he had heard of it often enough.<|quote|>"But it's extraordinary the difficulty I have on scores of such subjects, in speaking to any one on equal terms. Here, for example, I have been speaking to you this morning about tumblers. Why, what do _you_ know about tumblers? At the time when, to have been a tum... | the Lord Harry, he'll have enough of it, first and last! He'd open his eyes, that boy would, if he knew how empty of learning _my_ young maw was, at his time of life." Which, by the by, he probably did know, for he had heard of it often enough.<|quote|>"But it's extraordinary the difficulty I have on scores of such sub... | young for that, is he not, sir?" Mrs. Sparsit's "sir," in addressing Mr. Bounderby, was a word of ceremony, rather exacting consideration for herself in the use, than honouring him. "I'm not going to take him at once; he is to finish his educational cramming before then," said Bounderby. "By the Lord Harry, he'll have ... | not know which might be indicated by that expression." "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... | to the school, or up to the Lodge." "She must wait, ma'am," answered Bounderby, "till I know myself. We shall have Tom Gradgrind down here presently, I suppose. If he should wish her to remain here a day or two longer, of course she can, ma'am." "Of course she can if you wish it, Mr. Bounderby." "I told him I would giv... | captivated Sparsit, making Mr. Bounderby's tea as he took his breakfast. 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 ... | know which might be indicated by that expression." "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." "Louisa," repeated Mr. Bounderby. "Louisa, Louisa." "You are quite another father to Louisa... | Hard Times |
"I certainly, sir," | Mrs. Sparsit | a link to light you."<|quote|>"I certainly, sir,"</|quote|>returned Mrs. Sparsit, with a | hadn't a penny to buy a link to light you."<|quote|>"I certainly, sir,"</|quote|>returned Mrs. Sparsit, with a dignity serenely mournful, "was familiar | would have been a godsend to me, a prize in the lottery to me, you were at the Italian Opera. You were coming out of the Italian Opera, ma'am, in white satin and jewels, a blaze of splendour, when I hadn't a penny to buy a link to light you."<|quote|>"I certainly, sir,"</|quote|>returned Mrs. Sparsit, with a dignity se... | I have on scores of such subjects, in speaking to any one on equal terms. Here, for example, I have been speaking to you this morning about tumblers. Why, what do _you_ know about tumblers? At the time when, to have been a tumbler in the mud of the streets, would have been a godsend to me, a prize in the lottery to me,... | not, sir?" Mrs. Sparsit's "sir," in addressing Mr. Bounderby, was a word of ceremony, rather exacting consideration for herself in the use, than honouring him. "I'm not going to take him at once; he is to finish his educational cramming before then," said Bounderby. "By the Lord Harry, he'll have enough of it, first an... | and her black eyebrows contracted as she took a sip of tea. "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 pus... | over that lady's path. "And yet, sir," he would say, "how does it turn out after all? Why here she is at a hundred a year (I give her a hundred, which she is pleased to term handsome), keeping the house of Josiah Bounderby of Coketown!" Nay, he made this foil of his so very widely known, that third parties took it up, ... | 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." "Your observation being limited to "little puss,"" said Mrs. Spars... | Hard Times |
returned Mrs. Sparsit, with a dignity serenely mournful, | No speaker | light you." "I certainly, sir,"<|quote|>returned Mrs. Sparsit, with a dignity serenely mournful,</|quote|>"was familiar with the Italian | to buy a link to light you." "I certainly, sir,"<|quote|>returned Mrs. Sparsit, with a dignity serenely mournful,</|quote|>"was familiar with the Italian Opera at a very early | a godsend to me, a prize in the lottery to me, you were at the Italian Opera. You were coming out of the Italian Opera, ma'am, in white satin and jewels, a blaze of splendour, when I hadn't a penny to buy a link to light you." "I certainly, sir,"<|quote|>returned Mrs. Sparsit, with a dignity serenely mournful,</|quote|... | scores of such subjects, in speaking to any one on equal terms. Here, for example, I have been speaking to you this morning about tumblers. Why, what do _you_ know about tumblers? At the time when, to have been a tumbler in the mud of the streets, would have been a godsend to me, a prize in the lottery to me, you were ... | Sparsit's "sir," in addressing Mr. Bounderby, was a word of ceremony, rather exacting consideration for herself in the use, than honouring him. "I'm not going to take him at once; he is to finish his educational cramming before then," said Bounderby. "By the Lord Harry, he'll have enough of it, first and last! He'd ope... | eyebrows contracted as she took a sip of tea. "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.... | path. "And yet, sir," he would say, "how does it turn out after all? Why here she is at a hundred a year (I give her a hundred, which she is pleased to term handsome), keeping the house of Josiah Bounderby of Coketown!" Nay, he made this foil of his so very widely known, that third parties took it up, and handled it on... | have him under my wing, ma'am." "Indeed? Rather young for that, is he not, sir?" Mrs. Sparsit's "sir," in addressing Mr. Bounderby, was a word of ceremony, rather exacting consideration for herself in the use, than honouring him. "I'm not going to take him at once; he is to finish his educational cramming before then,"... | Hard Times |
"was familiar with the Italian Opera at a very early age." | Mrs. Sparsit | with a dignity serenely mournful,<|quote|>"was familiar with the Italian Opera at a very early age."</|quote|>"Egad, ma'am, so was I," | certainly, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, with a dignity serenely mournful,<|quote|>"was familiar with the Italian Opera at a very early age."</|quote|>"Egad, ma'am, so was I," said Bounderby, "with the wrong | lottery to me, you were at the Italian Opera. You were coming out of the Italian Opera, ma'am, in white satin and jewels, a blaze of splendour, when I hadn't a penny to buy a link to light you." "I certainly, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, with a dignity serenely mournful,<|quote|>"was familiar with the Italian Opera at ... | one on equal terms. Here, for example, I have been speaking to you this morning about tumblers. Why, what do _you_ know about tumblers? At the time when, to have been a tumbler in the mud of the streets, would have been a godsend to me, a prize in the lottery to me, you were at the Italian Opera. You were coming out of... | word of ceremony, rather exacting consideration for herself in the use, than honouring him. "I'm not going to take him at once; he is to finish his educational cramming before then," said Bounderby. "By the Lord Harry, he'll have enough of it, first and last! He'd open his eyes, that boy would, if he knew how empty of ... | tea. "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 gir... | does it turn out after all? Why here she is at a hundred a year (I give her a hundred, which she is pleased to term handsome), keeping the house of Josiah Bounderby of Coketown!" Nay, he made this foil of his so very widely known, that third parties took it up, and handled it on some occasions with considerable briskne... | rather looked as if her classical countenance were invoking the infernal gods. "If you had said I was another father to Tom young Tom, I mean, not my friend Tom Gradgrind you might have been nearer the mark. I am going to take young Tom into my office. Going to have him under my wing, ma'am." "Indeed? Rather young for ... | Hard Times |
"Egad, ma'am, so was I," | Josiah Bounderby | at a very early age."<|quote|>"Egad, ma'am, so was I,"</|quote|>said Bounderby, "with the wrong | familiar with the Italian Opera at a very early age."<|quote|>"Egad, ma'am, so was I,"</|quote|>said Bounderby, "with the wrong side of it. A hard | coming out of the Italian Opera, ma'am, in white satin and jewels, a blaze of splendour, when I hadn't a penny to buy a link to light you." "I certainly, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, with a dignity serenely mournful, "was familiar with the Italian Opera at a very early age."<|quote|>"Egad, ma'am, so was I,"</|quote|>sa... | to you this morning about tumblers. Why, what do _you_ know about tumblers? At the time when, to have been a tumbler in the mud of the streets, would have been a godsend to me, a prize in the lottery to me, you were at the Italian Opera. You were coming out of the Italian Opera, ma'am, in white satin and jewels, a blaz... | than honouring him. "I'm not going to take him at once; he is to finish his educational cramming before then," said Bounderby. "By the Lord Harry, he'll have enough of it, first and last! He'd open his eyes, that boy would, if he knew how empty of learning _my_ young maw was, at his time of life." Which, by the by, he ... | 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 expres... | a hundred a year (I give her a hundred, which she is pleased to term handsome), keeping the house of Josiah Bounderby of Coketown!" Nay, he made this foil of his so very widely known, that third parties took it up, and handled it on some occasions with considerable briskness. It was one of the most exasperating attribu... | 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. "If you had said I was another father to Tom young Tom, I ... | Hard Times |
said Bounderby, | No speaker | "Egad, ma'am, so was I,"<|quote|>said Bounderby,</|quote|>"with the wrong side of | at a very early age." "Egad, ma'am, so was I,"<|quote|>said Bounderby,</|quote|>"with the wrong side of it. A hard bed the | Opera, ma'am, in white satin and jewels, a blaze of splendour, when I hadn't a penny to buy a link to light you." "I certainly, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, with a dignity serenely mournful, "was familiar with the Italian Opera at a very early age." "Egad, ma'am, so was I,"<|quote|>said Bounderby,</|quote|>"with the wr... | tumblers. Why, what do _you_ know about tumblers? At the time when, to have been a tumbler in the mud of the streets, would have been a godsend to me, a prize in the lottery to me, you were at the Italian Opera. You were coming out of the Italian Opera, ma'am, in white satin and jewels, a blaze of splendour, when I had... | going to take him at once; he is to finish his educational cramming before then," said Bounderby. "By the Lord Harry, he'll have enough of it, first and last! He'd open his eyes, that boy would, if he knew how empty of learning _my_ young maw was, at his time of life." Which, by the by, he probably did know, for he had... | 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." "Your observation... | give her a hundred, which she is pleased to term handsome), keeping the house of Josiah Bounderby of Coketown!" Nay, he made this foil of his so very widely known, that third parties took it up, and handled it on some occasions with considerable briskness. It was one of the most exasperating attributes of Bounderby, th... | bent her again contracted eyebrows over her steaming cup, rather looked as if her classical countenance were invoking the infernal gods. "If you had said I was another father to Tom young Tom, I mean, not my friend Tom Gradgrind you might have been nearer the mark. I am going to take young Tom into my office. Going to ... | Hard Times |
"with the wrong side of it. A hard bed the pavement of its Arcade used to make, I assure you. People like you, ma'am, accustomed from infancy to lie on Down feathers, have no idea _how_ hard a paving-stone is, without trying it. No, no, it's of no use my talking to _you_ about tumblers. I should speak of foreign dancer... | Josiah Bounderby | so was I," said Bounderby,<|quote|>"with the wrong side of it. A hard bed the pavement of its Arcade used to make, I assure you. People like you, ma'am, accustomed from infancy to lie on Down feathers, have no idea _how_ hard a paving-stone is, without trying it. No, no, it's of no use my talking to _you_ about tumbler... | very early age." "Egad, ma'am, so was I," said Bounderby,<|quote|>"with the wrong side of it. A hard bed the pavement of its Arcade used to make, I assure you. People like you, ma'am, accustomed from infancy to lie on Down feathers, have no idea _how_ hard a paving-stone is, without trying it. No, no, it's of no use my... | in white satin and jewels, a blaze of splendour, when I hadn't a penny to buy a link to light you." "I certainly, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, with a dignity serenely mournful, "was familiar with the Italian Opera at a very early age." "Egad, ma'am, so was I," said Bounderby,<|quote|>"with the wrong side of it. A hard ... | what do _you_ know about tumblers? At the time when, to have been a tumbler in the mud of the streets, would have been a godsend to me, a prize in the lottery to me, you were at the Italian Opera. You were coming out of the Italian Opera, ma'am, in white satin and jewels, a blaze of splendour, when I hadn't a penny to ... | take him at once; he is to finish his educational cramming before then," said Bounderby. "By the Lord Harry, he'll have enough of it, first and last! He'd open his eyes, that boy would, if he knew how empty of learning _my_ young maw was, at his time of life." Which, by the by, he probably did know, for he had heard 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." "Your observation being ... | a hundred, which she is pleased to term handsome), keeping the house of Josiah Bounderby of Coketown!" Nay, he made this foil of his so very widely known, that third parties took it up, and handled it on some occasions with considerable briskness. It was one of the most exasperating attributes of Bounderby, that he not... | 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.... | Hard Times |
"I trust, sir," | Mrs. Sparsit | lords and ladies and honourables."<|quote|>"I trust, sir,"</|quote|>rejoined Mrs. Sparsit, with decent | London, and May Fair, and lords and ladies and honourables."<|quote|>"I trust, sir,"</|quote|>rejoined Mrs. Sparsit, with decent resignation, "it is not necessary | infancy to lie on Down feathers, have no idea _how_ hard a paving-stone is, without trying it. No, no, it's of no use my talking to _you_ about tumblers. I should speak of foreign dancers, and the West End of London, and May Fair, and lords and ladies and honourables."<|quote|>"I trust, sir,"</|quote|>rejoined Mrs. Spa... | Sparsit, with a dignity serenely mournful, "was familiar with the Italian Opera at a very early age." "Egad, ma'am, so was I," said Bounderby, "with the wrong side of it. A hard bed the pavement of its Arcade used to make, I assure you. People like you, ma'am, accustomed from infancy to lie on Down feathers, have no id... | such subjects, in speaking to any one on equal terms. Here, for example, I have been speaking to you this morning about tumblers. Why, what do _you_ know about tumblers? At the time when, to have been a tumbler in the mud of the streets, would have been a godsend to me, a prize in the lottery to me, you were at the Ita... | 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. "If you had said I was another father to Tom ... | him. Strangers, modest enough elsewhere, started up at dinners in Coketown, and boasted, in quite a rampant way, of Bounderby. They made him out to be the Royal arms, the Union-Jack, Magna Charta, John Bull, Habeas Corpus, the Bill of Rights, An Englishman's house is his castle, Church and State, and God save the Queen... | once; he is to finish his educational cramming before then," said Bounderby. "By the Lord Harry, he'll have enough of it, first and last! He'd open his eyes, that boy would, if he knew how empty of learning _my_ young maw was, at his time of life." Which, by the by, he probably did know, for he had heard of it often en... | Hard Times |
rejoined Mrs. Sparsit, with decent resignation, | No speaker | and honourables." "I trust, sir,"<|quote|>rejoined Mrs. Sparsit, with decent resignation,</|quote|>"it is not necessary that | Fair, and lords and ladies and honourables." "I trust, sir,"<|quote|>rejoined Mrs. Sparsit, with decent resignation,</|quote|>"it is not necessary that you should do anything of | on Down feathers, have no idea _how_ hard a paving-stone is, without trying it. No, no, it's of no use my talking to _you_ about tumblers. I should speak of foreign dancers, and the West End of London, and May Fair, and lords and ladies and honourables." "I trust, sir,"<|quote|>rejoined Mrs. Sparsit, with decent resign... | dignity serenely mournful, "was familiar with the Italian Opera at a very early age." "Egad, ma'am, so was I," said Bounderby, "with the wrong side of it. A hard bed the pavement of its Arcade used to make, I assure you. People like you, ma'am, accustomed from infancy to lie on Down feathers, have no idea _how_ hard a ... | speaking to any one on equal terms. Here, for example, I have been speaking to you this morning about tumblers. Why, what do _you_ know about tumblers? At the time when, to have been a tumbler in the mud of the streets, would have been a godsend to me, a prize in the lottery to me, you were at the Italian Opera. You we... | "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. "If you had said I was another father to Tom young Tom, I mean, not m... | enough elsewhere, started up at dinners in Coketown, and boasted, in quite a rampant way, of Bounderby. They made him out to be the Royal arms, the Union-Jack, Magna Charta, John Bull, Habeas Corpus, the Bill of Rights, An Englishman's house is his castle, Church and State, and God save the Queen, all put together. And... | and, as she bent her again contracted eyebrows over her steaming cup, rather looked as if her classical countenance were invoking the infernal gods. "If you had said I was another father to Tom young Tom, I mean, not my friend Tom Gradgrind you might have been nearer the mark. I am going to take young Tom into my offic... | Hard Times |
"it is not necessary that you should do anything of that kind. I hope I have learnt how to accommodate myself to the changes of life. If I have acquired an interest in hearing of your instructive experiences, and can scarcely hear enough of them, I claim no merit for that, since I believe it is a general sentiment." | Mrs. Sparsit | Mrs. Sparsit, with decent resignation,<|quote|>"it is not necessary that you should do anything of that kind. I hope I have learnt how to accommodate myself to the changes of life. If I have acquired an interest in hearing of your instructive experiences, and can scarcely hear enough of them, I claim no merit for that,... | honourables." "I trust, sir," rejoined Mrs. Sparsit, with decent resignation,<|quote|>"it is not necessary that you should do anything of that kind. I hope I have learnt how to accommodate myself to the changes of life. If I have acquired an interest in hearing of your instructive experiences, and can scarcely hear eno... | _how_ hard a paving-stone is, without trying it. No, no, it's of no use my talking to _you_ about tumblers. I should speak of foreign dancers, and the West End of London, and May Fair, and lords and ladies and honourables." "I trust, sir," rejoined Mrs. Sparsit, with decent resignation,<|quote|>"it is not necessary tha... | the Italian Opera at a very early age." "Egad, ma'am, so was I," said Bounderby, "with the wrong side of it. A hard bed the pavement of its Arcade used to make, I assure you. People like you, ma'am, accustomed from infancy to lie on Down feathers, have no idea _how_ hard a paving-stone is, without trying it. No, no, it... | terms. Here, for example, I have been speaking to you this morning about tumblers. Why, what do _you_ know about tumblers? At the time when, to have been a tumbler in the mud of the streets, would have been a godsend to me, a prize in the lottery to me, you were at the Italian Opera. You were coming out of the Italian ... | 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. "If you had said I was another father to Tom young Tom, I mean, not my friend Tom Gradgrind you might have bee... | in Coketown, and boasted, in quite a rampant way, of Bounderby. They made him out to be the Royal arms, the Union-Jack, Magna Charta, John Bull, Habeas Corpus, the Bill of Rights, An Englishman's house is his castle, Church and State, and God save the Queen, all put together. And as often (and it was very often) as an ... | subjects, in speaking to any one on equal terms. Here, for example, I have been speaking to you this morning about tumblers. Why, what do _you_ know about tumblers? At the time when, to have been a tumbler in the mud of the streets, would have been a godsend to me, a prize in the lottery to me, you were at the Italian ... | Hard Times |
"Well, ma'am," | Josiah Bounderby | it is a general sentiment."<|quote|>"Well, ma'am,"</|quote|>said her patron, "perhaps some | for that, since I believe it is a general sentiment."<|quote|>"Well, ma'am,"</|quote|>said her patron, "perhaps some people may be pleased to | of that kind. I hope I have learnt how to accommodate myself to the changes of life. If I have acquired an interest in hearing of your instructive experiences, and can scarcely hear enough of them, I claim no merit for that, since I believe it is a general sentiment."<|quote|>"Well, ma'am,"</|quote|>said her patron, "p... | no, it's of no use my talking to _you_ about tumblers. I should speak of foreign dancers, and the West End of London, and May Fair, and lords and ladies and honourables." "I trust, sir," rejoined Mrs. Sparsit, with decent resignation, "it is not necessary that you should do anything of that kind. I hope I have learnt h... | out of the Italian Opera, ma'am, in white satin and jewels, a blaze of splendour, when I hadn't a penny to buy a link to light you." "I certainly, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, with a dignity serenely mournful, "was familiar with the Italian Opera at a very early age." "Egad, ma'am, so was I," said Bounderby, "with the ... | the mark. I am going to take young Tom into my office. Going to have him under my wing, ma'am." "Indeed? Rather young for that, is he not, sir?" Mrs. Sparsit's "sir," in addressing Mr. Bounderby, was a word of ceremony, rather exacting consideration for herself in the use, than honouring him. "I'm not going to take him... | orator of this kind brought into his peroration, "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 break... | honouring him. "I'm not going to take him at once; he is to finish his educational cramming before then," said Bounderby. "By the Lord Harry, he'll have enough of it, first and last! He'd open his eyes, that boy would, if he knew how empty of learning _my_ young maw was, at his time of life." Which, by the by, he proba... | Hard Times |
said her patron, | No speaker | a general sentiment." "Well, ma'am,"<|quote|>said her patron,</|quote|>"perhaps some people may be | since I believe it is a general sentiment." "Well, ma'am,"<|quote|>said her patron,</|quote|>"perhaps some people may be pleased to say that they | kind. I hope I have learnt how to accommodate myself to the changes of life. If I have acquired an interest in hearing of your instructive experiences, and can scarcely hear enough of them, I claim no merit for that, since I believe it is a general sentiment." "Well, ma'am,"<|quote|>said her patron,</|quote|>"perhaps s... | of no use my talking to _you_ about tumblers. I should speak of foreign dancers, and the West End of London, and May Fair, and lords and ladies and honourables." "I trust, sir," rejoined Mrs. Sparsit, with decent resignation, "it is not necessary that you should do anything of that kind. I hope I have learnt how to acc... | the Italian Opera, ma'am, in white satin and jewels, a blaze of splendour, when I hadn't a penny to buy a link to light you." "I certainly, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, with a dignity serenely mournful, "was familiar with the Italian Opera at a very early age." "Egad, ma'am, so was I," said Bounderby, "with the wrong s... | I am going to take young Tom into my office. Going to have him under my wing, ma'am." "Indeed? Rather young for that, is he not, sir?" Mrs. Sparsit's "sir," in addressing Mr. Bounderby, was a word of ceremony, rather exacting consideration for herself in the use, than honouring him. "I'm not going to take him at once; ... | this kind brought into his peroration, "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 ... | 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. "If you had said I was another father to Tom young Tom, I ... | Hard Times |
"perhaps some people may be pleased to say that they do like to hear, in his own unpolished way, what Josiah Bounderby, of Coketown, has gone through. But you must confess that you were born in the lap of luxury, yourself. Come, ma'am, you know you were born in the lap of luxury." | Josiah Bounderby | "Well, ma'am," said her patron,<|quote|>"perhaps some people may be pleased to say that they do like to hear, in his own unpolished way, what Josiah Bounderby, of Coketown, has gone through. But you must confess that you were born in the lap of luxury, yourself. Come, ma'am, you know you were born in the lap of luxury.... | it is a general sentiment." "Well, ma'am," said her patron,<|quote|>"perhaps some people may be pleased to say that they do like to hear, in his own unpolished way, what Josiah Bounderby, of Coketown, has gone through. But you must confess that you were born in the lap of luxury, yourself. Come, ma'am, you know you wer... | I have learnt how to accommodate myself to the changes of life. If I have acquired an interest in hearing of your instructive experiences, and can scarcely hear enough of them, I claim no merit for that, since I believe it is a general sentiment." "Well, ma'am," said her patron,<|quote|>"perhaps some people may be plea... | my talking to _you_ about tumblers. I should speak of foreign dancers, and the West End of London, and May Fair, and lords and ladies and honourables." "I trust, sir," rejoined Mrs. Sparsit, with decent resignation, "it is not necessary that you should do anything of that kind. I hope I have learnt how to accommodate m... | ma'am, in white satin and jewels, a blaze of splendour, when I hadn't a penny to buy a link to light you." "I certainly, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, with a dignity serenely mournful, "was familiar with the Italian Opera at a very early age." "Egad, ma'am, so was I," said Bounderby, "with the wrong side of it. A hard b... | to take young Tom into my office. Going to have him under my wing, ma'am." "Indeed? Rather young for that, is he not, sir?" Mrs. Sparsit's "sir," in addressing Mr. Bounderby, was a word of ceremony, rather exacting consideration for herself in the use, than honouring him. "I'm not going to take him at once; he is to fi... | into his peroration, "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." "Why, ma... | going to take him at once; he is to finish his educational cramming before then," said Bounderby. "By the Lord Harry, he'll have enough of it, first and last! He'd open his eyes, that boy would, if he knew how empty of learning _my_ young maw was, at his time of life." Which, by the by, he probably did know, for he had... | Hard Times |
"I do not, sir," | Mrs. Sparsit | in the lap of luxury."<|quote|>"I do not, sir,"</|quote|>returned Mrs. Sparsit with a | you know you were born in the lap of luxury."<|quote|>"I do not, sir,"</|quote|>returned Mrs. Sparsit with a shake of her head, "deny | may be pleased to say that they do like to hear, in his own unpolished way, what Josiah Bounderby, of Coketown, has gone through. But you must confess that you were born in the lap of luxury, yourself. Come, ma'am, you know you were born in the lap of luxury."<|quote|>"I do not, sir,"</|quote|>returned Mrs. Sparsit wit... | how to accommodate myself to the changes of life. If I have acquired an interest in hearing of your instructive experiences, and can scarcely hear enough of them, I claim no merit for that, since I believe it is a general sentiment." "Well, ma'am," said her patron, "perhaps some people may be pleased to say that they d... | wrong side of it. A hard bed the pavement of its Arcade used to make, I assure you. People like you, ma'am, accustomed from infancy to lie on Down feathers, have no idea _how_ hard a paving-stone is, without trying it. No, no, it's of no use my talking to _you_ about tumblers. I should speak of foreign dancers, and the... | at once; he is to finish his educational cramming before then," said Bounderby. "By the Lord Harry, he'll have enough of it, first and last! He'd open his eyes, that boy would, if he knew how empty of learning _my_ young maw was, at his time of life." Which, by the by, he probably did know, for he had heard of it often... | morning." "Why, ma'am," he returned, "I am thinking about Tom Gradgrind's whim;" Tom Gradgrind, for a bluff independent manner of speaking as if somebody were always endeavouring to bribe him with immense sums to say Thomas, and he wouldn't; "Tom Gradgrind's whim, ma'am, of bringing up the tumbling-girl." "The girl is ... | a godsend to me, a prize in the lottery to me, you were at the Italian Opera. You were coming out of the Italian Opera, ma'am, in white satin and jewels, a blaze of splendour, when I hadn't a penny to buy a link to light you." "I certainly, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, with a dignity serenely mournful, "was familiar wi... | Hard Times |
returned Mrs. Sparsit with a shake of her head, | No speaker | luxury." "I do not, sir,"<|quote|>returned Mrs. Sparsit with a shake of her head,</|quote|>"deny it." Mr. Bounderby was | born in the lap of luxury." "I do not, sir,"<|quote|>returned Mrs. Sparsit with a shake of her head,</|quote|>"deny it." Mr. Bounderby was obliged to get up from | say that they do like to hear, in his own unpolished way, what Josiah Bounderby, of Coketown, has gone through. But you must confess that you were born in the lap of luxury, yourself. Come, ma'am, you know you were born in the lap of luxury." "I do not, sir,"<|quote|>returned Mrs. Sparsit with a shake of her head,</|qu... | to the changes of life. If I have acquired an interest in hearing of your instructive experiences, and can scarcely hear enough of them, I claim no merit for that, since I believe it is a general sentiment." "Well, ma'am," said her patron, "perhaps some people may be pleased to say that they do like to hear, in his own... | A hard bed the pavement of its Arcade used to make, I assure you. People like you, ma'am, accustomed from infancy to lie on Down feathers, have no idea _how_ hard a paving-stone is, without trying it. No, no, it's of no use my talking to _you_ about tumblers. I should speak of foreign dancers, and the West End of Londo... | to finish his educational cramming before then," said Bounderby. "By the Lord Harry, he'll have enough of it, first and last! He'd open his eyes, that boy would, if he knew how empty of learning _my_ young maw was, at his time of life." Which, by the by, he probably did know, for he had heard of it often enough. "But i... | returned, "I am thinking about Tom Gradgrind's whim;" Tom Gradgrind, for a bluff independent manner of speaking as if somebody were always endeavouring to bribe him with immense sums to say Thomas, and he wouldn't; "Tom Gradgrind's whim, ma'am, of bringing up the tumbling-girl." "The girl is now waiting to know," said ... | Mrs. Sparsit, with a dignity serenely mournful, "was familiar with the Italian Opera at a very early age." "Egad, ma'am, so was I," said Bounderby, "with the wrong side of it. A hard bed the pavement of its Arcade used to make, I assure you. People like you, ma'am, accustomed from infancy to lie on Down feathers, have ... | Hard Times |
"deny it." | Mrs. Sparsit | a shake of her head,<|quote|>"deny it."</|quote|>Mr. Bounderby was obliged to | sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit with a shake of her head,<|quote|>"deny it."</|quote|>Mr. Bounderby was obliged to get up from table, and | own unpolished way, what Josiah Bounderby, of Coketown, has gone through. But you must confess that you were born in the lap of luxury, yourself. Come, ma'am, you know you were born in the lap of luxury." "I do not, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit with a shake of her head,<|quote|>"deny it."</|quote|>Mr. Bounderby was obli... | an interest in hearing of your instructive experiences, and can scarcely hear enough of them, I claim no merit for that, since I believe it is a general sentiment." "Well, ma'am," said her patron, "perhaps some people may be pleased to say that they do like to hear, in his own unpolished way, what Josiah Bounderby, of ... | to make, I assure you. People like you, ma'am, accustomed from infancy to lie on Down feathers, have no idea _how_ hard a paving-stone is, without trying it. No, no, it's of no use my talking to _you_ about tumblers. I should speak of foreign dancers, and the West End of London, and May Fair, and lords and ladies and h... | "By the Lord Harry, he'll have enough of it, first and last! He'd open his eyes, that boy would, if he knew how empty of learning _my_ young maw was, at his time of life." Which, by the by, he probably did know, for he had heard of it often enough. "But it's extraordinary the difficulty I have on scores of such subject... | Gradgrind, for a bluff independent manner of speaking as if somebody were always endeavouring to bribe him with immense sums to say Thomas, and he wouldn't; "Tom Gradgrind's whim, ma'am, of bringing up the tumbling-girl." "The girl is now waiting to know," said Mrs. Sparsit, "whether she is to go straight to the school... | might have been nearer the mark. I am going to take young Tom into my office. Going to have him under my wing, ma'am." "Indeed? Rather young for that, is he not, sir?" Mrs. Sparsit's "sir," in addressing Mr. Bounderby, was a word of ceremony, rather exacting consideration for herself in the use, than honouring him. "I'... | Hard Times |
Mr. Bounderby was obliged to get up from table, and stand with his back to the fire, looking at her; she was such an enhancement of his position. | No speaker | of her head, "deny it."<|quote|>Mr. Bounderby was obliged to get up from table, and stand with his back to the fire, looking at her; she was such an enhancement of his position.</|quote|>"And you were in crack | Mrs. Sparsit with a shake of her head, "deny it."<|quote|>Mr. Bounderby was obliged to get up from table, and stand with his back to the fire, looking at her; she was such an enhancement of his position.</|quote|>"And you were in crack society. Devilish high society," he | way, what Josiah Bounderby, of Coketown, has gone through. But you must confess that you were born in the lap of luxury, yourself. Come, ma'am, you know you were born in the lap of luxury." "I do not, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit with a shake of her head, "deny it."<|quote|>Mr. Bounderby was obliged to get up from table... | in hearing of your instructive experiences, and can scarcely hear enough of them, I claim no merit for that, since I believe it is a general sentiment." "Well, ma'am," said her patron, "perhaps some people may be pleased to say that they do like to hear, in his own unpolished way, what Josiah Bounderby, of Coketown, ha... | I assure you. People like you, ma'am, accustomed from infancy to lie on Down feathers, have no idea _how_ hard a paving-stone is, without trying it. No, no, it's of no use my talking to _you_ about tumblers. I should speak of foreign dancers, and the West End of London, and May Fair, and lords and ladies and honourable... | Lord Harry, he'll have enough of it, first and last! He'd open his eyes, that boy would, if he knew how empty of learning _my_ young maw was, at his time of life." Which, by the by, he probably did know, for he had heard of it often enough. "But it's extraordinary the difficulty I have on scores of such subjects, in sp... | a bluff independent manner of speaking as if somebody were always endeavouring to bribe him with immense sums to say Thomas, and he wouldn't; "Tom Gradgrind's whim, ma'am, of bringing up the tumbling-girl." "The girl is now waiting to know," said Mrs. Sparsit, "whether she is to go straight to the school, or up to the ... | know which might be indicated by that expression." "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." "Louisa," repeated Mr. Bounderby. "Louisa, Louisa." "You are quite another father to Louisa... | Hard Times |
"And you were in crack society. Devilish high society," | Josiah Bounderby | an enhancement of his position.<|quote|>"And you were in crack society. Devilish high society,"</|quote|>he said, warming his legs. | at her; she was such an enhancement of his position.<|quote|>"And you were in crack society. Devilish high society,"</|quote|>he said, warming his legs. "It is true, sir," returned | were born in the lap of luxury." "I do not, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit with a shake of her head, "deny it." Mr. Bounderby was obliged to get up from table, and stand with his back to the fire, looking at her; she was such an enhancement of his position.<|quote|>"And you were in crack society. Devilish high society,"</... | ma'am," said her patron, "perhaps some people may be pleased to say that they do like to hear, in his own unpolished way, what Josiah Bounderby, of Coketown, has gone through. But you must confess that you were born in the lap of luxury, yourself. Come, ma'am, you know you were born in the lap of luxury." "I do not, si... | it's of no use my talking to _you_ about tumblers. I should speak of foreign dancers, and the West End of London, and May Fair, and lords and ladies and honourables." "I trust, sir," rejoined Mrs. Sparsit, with decent resignation, "it is not necessary that you should do anything of that kind. I hope I have learnt how t... | at his time of life." Which, by the by, he probably did know, for he had heard of it often enough. "But it's extraordinary the difficulty I have on scores of such subjects, in speaking to any one on equal terms. Here, for example, I have been speaking to you this morning about tumblers. Why, what do _you_ know about tu... | of bringing up the tumbling-girl." "The girl is now waiting to know," said Mrs. Sparsit, "whether she is to go straight to the school, or up to the Lodge." "She must wait, ma'am," answered Bounderby, "till I know myself. We shall have Tom Gradgrind down here presently, I suppose. If he should wish her to remain here a ... | Gradgrind you might have been nearer the mark. I am going to take young Tom into my office. Going to have him under my wing, ma'am." "Indeed? Rather young for that, is he not, sir?" Mrs. Sparsit's "sir," in addressing Mr. Bounderby, was a word of ceremony, rather exacting consideration for herself in the use, than hono... | Hard Times |
he said, warming his legs. | No speaker | crack society. Devilish high society,"<|quote|>he said, warming his legs.</|quote|>"It is true, sir," returned | position. "And you were in crack society. Devilish high society,"<|quote|>he said, warming his legs.</|quote|>"It is true, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, with an affectation | not, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit with a shake of her head, "deny it." Mr. Bounderby was obliged to get up from table, and stand with his back to the fire, looking at her; she was such an enhancement of his position. "And you were in crack society. Devilish high society,"<|quote|>he said, warming his legs.</|quote|>"It ... | pleased to say that they do like to hear, in his own unpolished way, what Josiah Bounderby, of Coketown, has gone through. But you must confess that you were born in the lap of luxury, yourself. Come, ma'am, you know you were born in the lap of luxury." "I do not, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit with a shake of her head, "... | tumblers. I should speak of foreign dancers, and the West End of London, and May Fair, and lords and ladies and honourables." "I trust, sir," rejoined Mrs. Sparsit, with decent resignation, "it is not necessary that you should do anything of that kind. I hope I have learnt how to accommodate myself to the changes of li... | he probably did know, for he had heard of it often enough. "But it's extraordinary the difficulty I have on scores of such subjects, in speaking to any one on equal terms. Here, for example, I have been speaking to you this morning about tumblers. Why, what do _you_ know about tumblers? At the time when, to have been a... | waiting to know," said Mrs. Sparsit, "whether she is to go straight to the school, or up to the Lodge." "She must wait, ma'am," answered Bounderby, "till I know myself. We shall have Tom Gradgrind down here presently, I suppose. If he should wish her to remain here a day or two longer, of course she can, ma'am." "Of co... | a tumbler in the mud of the streets, would have been a godsend to me, a prize in the lottery to me, you were at the Italian Opera. You were coming out of the Italian Opera, ma'am, in white satin and jewels, a blaze of splendour, when I hadn't a penny to buy a link to light you." "I certainly, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsi... | Hard Times |
"It is true, sir," | Mrs. Sparsit | he said, warming his legs.<|quote|>"It is true, sir,"</|quote|>returned Mrs. Sparsit, with an | crack society. Devilish high society," he said, warming his legs.<|quote|>"It is true, sir,"</|quote|>returned Mrs. Sparsit, with an affectation of humility the very | with a shake of her head, "deny it." Mr. Bounderby was obliged to get up from table, and stand with his back to the fire, looking at her; she was such an enhancement of his position. "And you were in crack society. Devilish high society," he said, warming his legs.<|quote|>"It is true, sir,"</|quote|>returned Mrs. Spar... | do like to hear, in his own unpolished way, what Josiah Bounderby, of Coketown, has gone through. But you must confess that you were born in the lap of luxury, yourself. Come, ma'am, you know you were born in the lap of luxury." "I do not, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit with a shake of her head, "deny it." Mr. Bounderby w... | foreign dancers, and the West End of London, and May Fair, and lords and ladies and honourables." "I trust, sir," rejoined Mrs. Sparsit, with decent resignation, "it is not necessary that you should do anything of that kind. I hope I have learnt how to accommodate myself to the changes of life. If I have acquired an in... | he had heard of it often enough. "But it's extraordinary the difficulty I have on scores of such subjects, in speaking to any one on equal terms. Here, for example, I have been speaking to you this morning about tumblers. Why, what do _you_ know about tumblers? At the time when, to have been a tumbler in the mud of the... | Sparsit, "whether she is to go straight to the school, or up to the Lodge." "She must wait, ma'am," answered Bounderby, "till I know myself. We shall have Tom Gradgrind down here presently, I suppose. If he should wish her to remain here a day or two longer, of course she can, ma'am." "Of course she can if you wish it,... | had heard of it often enough. "But it's extraordinary the difficulty I have on scores of such subjects, in speaking to any one on equal terms. Here, for example, I have been speaking to you this morning about tumblers. Why, what do _you_ know about tumblers? At the time when, to have been a tumbler in the mud of the st... | Hard Times |
returned Mrs. Sparsit, with an affectation of humility the very opposite of his, and therefore in no danger of jostling it. | No speaker | legs. "It is true, sir,"<|quote|>returned Mrs. Sparsit, with an affectation of humility the very opposite of his, and therefore in no danger of jostling it.</|quote|>"You were in the tiptop | society," he said, warming his legs. "It is true, sir,"<|quote|>returned Mrs. Sparsit, with an affectation of humility the very opposite of his, and therefore in no danger of jostling it.</|quote|>"You were in the tiptop fashion, and all the rest | her head, "deny it." Mr. Bounderby was obliged to get up from table, and stand with his back to the fire, looking at her; she was such an enhancement of his position. "And you were in crack society. Devilish high society," he said, warming his legs. "It is true, sir,"<|quote|>returned Mrs. Sparsit, with an affectation ... | in his own unpolished way, what Josiah Bounderby, of Coketown, has gone through. But you must confess that you were born in the lap of luxury, yourself. Come, ma'am, you know you were born in the lap of luxury." "I do not, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit with a shake of her head, "deny it." Mr. Bounderby was obliged to get... | West End of London, and May Fair, and lords and ladies and honourables." "I trust, sir," rejoined Mrs. Sparsit, with decent resignation, "it is not necessary that you should do anything of that kind. I hope I have learnt how to accommodate myself to the changes of life. If I have acquired an interest in hearing of your... | it often enough. "But it's extraordinary the difficulty I have on scores of such subjects, in speaking to any one on equal terms. Here, for example, I have been speaking to you this morning about tumblers. Why, what do _you_ know about tumblers? At the time when, to have been a tumbler in the mud of the streets, would ... | to go straight to the school, or up to the Lodge." "She must wait, ma'am," answered Bounderby, "till I know myself. We shall have Tom Gradgrind down here presently, I suppose. If he should wish her to remain here a day or two longer, of course she can, ma'am." "Of course she can if you wish it, Mr. Bounderby." "I told ... | going to take him at once; he is to finish his educational cramming before then," said Bounderby. "By the Lord Harry, he'll have enough of it, first and last! He'd open his eyes, that boy would, if he knew how empty of learning _my_ young maw was, at his time of life." Which, by the by, he probably did know, for he had... | Hard Times |
"You were in the tiptop fashion, and all the rest of it," | Josiah Bounderby | no danger of jostling it.<|quote|>"You were in the tiptop fashion, and all the rest of it,"</|quote|>said Mr. Bounderby. "Yes, sir," | of his, and therefore in no danger of jostling it.<|quote|>"You were in the tiptop fashion, and all the rest of it,"</|quote|>said Mr. Bounderby. "Yes, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, with a | looking at her; she was such an enhancement of his position. "And you were in crack society. Devilish high society," he said, warming his legs. "It is true, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, with an affectation of humility the very opposite of his, and therefore in no danger of jostling it.<|quote|>"You were in the tiptop f... | in the lap of luxury, yourself. Come, ma'am, you know you were born in the lap of luxury." "I do not, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit with a shake of her head, "deny it." Mr. Bounderby was obliged to get up from table, and stand with his back to the fire, looking at her; she was such an enhancement of his position. "And yo... | resignation, "it is not necessary that you should do anything of that kind. I hope I have learnt how to accommodate myself to the changes of life. If I have acquired an interest in hearing of your instructive experiences, and can scarcely hear enough of them, I claim no merit for that, since I believe it is a general s... | equal terms. Here, for example, I have been speaking to you this morning about tumblers. Why, what do _you_ know about tumblers? At the time when, to have been a tumbler in the mud of the streets, would have been a godsend to me, a prize in the lottery to me, you were at the Italian Opera. You were coming out of the It... | We shall have Tom Gradgrind down here presently, I suppose. If he should wish her to remain here a day or two longer, of course she can, ma'am." "Of course she can if you wish it, Mr. Bounderby." "I told him I would give her a shake-down here, last night, in order that he might sleep on it before he decided to let her ... | in addressing Mr. Bounderby, was a word of ceremony, rather exacting consideration for herself in the use, than honouring him. "I'm not going to take him at once; he is to finish his educational cramming before then," said Bounderby. "By the Lord Harry, he'll have enough of it, first and last! He'd open his eyes, that ... | Hard Times |
said Mr. Bounderby. | No speaker | all the rest of it,"<|quote|>said Mr. Bounderby.</|quote|>"Yes, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, | in the tiptop fashion, and all the rest of it,"<|quote|>said Mr. Bounderby.</|quote|>"Yes, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, with a kind of social | you were in crack society. Devilish high society," he said, warming his legs. "It is true, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, with an affectation of humility the very opposite of his, and therefore in no danger of jostling it. "You were in the tiptop fashion, and all the rest of it,"<|quote|>said Mr. Bounderby.</|quote|>"Yes... | born in the lap of luxury." "I do not, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit with a shake of her head, "deny it." Mr. Bounderby was obliged to get up from table, and stand with his back to the fire, looking at her; she was such an enhancement of his position. "And you were in crack society. Devilish high society," he said, warmi... | kind. I hope I have learnt how to accommodate myself to the changes of life. If I have acquired an interest in hearing of your instructive experiences, and can scarcely hear enough of them, I claim no merit for that, since I believe it is a general sentiment." "Well, ma'am," said her patron, "perhaps some people may be... | morning about tumblers. Why, what do _you_ know about tumblers? At the time when, to have been a tumbler in the mud of the streets, would have been a godsend to me, a prize in the lottery to me, you were at the Italian Opera. You were coming out of the Italian Opera, ma'am, in white satin and jewels, a blaze of splendo... | should wish her to remain here a day or two longer, of course she can, ma'am." "Of course she can if you wish it, Mr. Bounderby." "I told him I would give her a shake-down here, last night, in order that he might sleep on it before he decided to let her have any association with Louisa." "Indeed, Mr. Bounderby? Very th... | "was familiar with the Italian Opera at a very early age." "Egad, ma'am, so was I," said Bounderby, "with the wrong side of it. A hard bed the pavement of its Arcade used to make, I assure you. People like you, ma'am, accustomed from infancy to lie on Down feathers, have no idea _how_ hard a paving-stone is, without tr... | Hard Times |
"Yes, sir," | Mrs. Sparsit | of it," said Mr. Bounderby.<|quote|>"Yes, sir,"</|quote|>returned Mrs. Sparsit, with a | fashion, and all the rest of it," said Mr. Bounderby.<|quote|>"Yes, sir,"</|quote|>returned Mrs. Sparsit, with a kind of social widowhood upon | crack society. Devilish high society," he said, warming his legs. "It is true, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, with an affectation of humility the very opposite of his, and therefore in no danger of jostling it. "You were in the tiptop fashion, and all the rest of it," said Mr. Bounderby.<|quote|>"Yes, sir,"</|quote|>retu... | lap of luxury." "I do not, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit with a shake of her head, "deny it." Mr. Bounderby was obliged to get up from table, and stand with his back to the fire, looking at her; she was such an enhancement of his position. "And you were in crack society. Devilish high society," he said, warming his legs.... | I have learnt how to accommodate myself to the changes of life. If I have acquired an interest in hearing of your instructive experiences, and can scarcely hear enough of them, I claim no merit for that, since I believe it is a general sentiment." "Well, ma'am," said her patron, "perhaps some people may be pleased to s... | Why, what do _you_ know about tumblers? At the time when, to have been a tumbler in the mud of the streets, would have been a godsend to me, a prize in the lottery to me, you were at the Italian Opera. You were coming out of the Italian Opera, ma'am, in white satin and jewels, a blaze of splendour, when I hadn't a penn... | to remain here a day or two longer, of course she can, ma'am." "Of course she can if you wish it, Mr. Bounderby." "I told him I would give her a shake-down here, last night, in order that he might sleep on it before he decided to let her have any association with Louisa." "Indeed, Mr. Bounderby? Very thoughtful of you!... | wrong side of it. A hard bed the pavement of its Arcade used to make, I assure you. People like you, ma'am, accustomed from infancy to lie on Down feathers, have no idea _how_ hard a paving-stone is, without trying it. No, no, it's of no use my talking to _you_ about tumblers. I should speak of foreign dancers, and the... | Hard Times |
returned Mrs. Sparsit, with a kind of social widowhood upon her. | No speaker | said Mr. Bounderby. "Yes, sir,"<|quote|>returned Mrs. Sparsit, with a kind of social widowhood upon her.</|quote|>"It is unquestionably true." Mr. | all the rest of it," said Mr. Bounderby. "Yes, sir,"<|quote|>returned Mrs. Sparsit, with a kind of social widowhood upon her.</|quote|>"It is unquestionably true." Mr. Bounderby, bending himself at the | Devilish high society," he said, warming his legs. "It is true, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, with an affectation of humility the very opposite of his, and therefore in no danger of jostling it. "You were in the tiptop fashion, and all the rest of it," said Mr. Bounderby. "Yes, sir,"<|quote|>returned Mrs. Sparsit, with ... | luxury." "I do not, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit with a shake of her head, "deny it." Mr. Bounderby was obliged to get up from table, and stand with his back to the fire, looking at her; she was such an enhancement of his position. "And you were in crack society. Devilish high society," he said, warming his legs. "It is... | learnt how to accommodate myself to the changes of life. If I have acquired an interest in hearing of your instructive experiences, and can scarcely hear enough of them, I claim no merit for that, since I believe it is a general sentiment." "Well, ma'am," said her patron, "perhaps some people may be pleased to say that... | do _you_ know about tumblers? At the time when, to have been a tumbler in the mud of the streets, would have been a godsend to me, a prize in the lottery to me, you were at the Italian Opera. You were coming out of the Italian Opera, ma'am, in white satin and jewels, a blaze of splendour, when I hadn't a penny to buy a... | here a day or two longer, of course she can, ma'am." "Of course she can if you wish it, Mr. Bounderby." "I told him I would give her a shake-down here, last night, in order that he might sleep on it before he decided to let her have any association with Louisa." "Indeed, Mr. Bounderby? Very thoughtful of you!" Mrs. Spa... | word of ceremony, rather exacting consideration for herself in the use, than honouring him. "I'm not going to take him at once; he is to finish his educational cramming before then," said Bounderby. "By the Lord Harry, he'll have enough of it, first and last! He'd open his eyes, that boy would, if he knew how empty of ... | Hard Times |
"It is unquestionably true." | Mrs. Sparsit | of social widowhood upon her.<|quote|>"It is unquestionably true."</|quote|>Mr. Bounderby, bending himself at | Mrs. Sparsit, with a kind of social widowhood upon her.<|quote|>"It is unquestionably true."</|quote|>Mr. Bounderby, bending himself at the knees, literally embraced his | sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, with an affectation of humility the very opposite of his, and therefore in no danger of jostling it. "You were in the tiptop fashion, and all the rest of it," said Mr. Bounderby. "Yes, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, with a kind of social widowhood upon her.<|quote|>"It is unquestionably true.... | of her head, "deny it." Mr. Bounderby was obliged to get up from table, and stand with his back to the fire, looking at her; she was such an enhancement of his position. "And you were in crack society. Devilish high society," he said, warming his legs. "It is true, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, with an affectation of hu... | I have acquired an interest in hearing of your instructive experiences, and can scarcely hear enough of them, I claim no merit for that, since I believe it is a general sentiment." "Well, ma'am," said her patron, "perhaps some people may be pleased to say that they do like to hear, in his own unpolished way, what Josia... | been a tumbler in the mud of the streets, would have been a godsend to me, a prize in the lottery to me, you were at the Italian Opera. You were coming out of the Italian Opera, ma'am, in white satin and jewels, a blaze of splendour, when I hadn't a penny to buy a link to light you." "I certainly, sir," returned Mrs. S... | "Of course she can if you wish it, Mr. Bounderby." "I told him I would give her a shake-down here, last night, in order that he might sleep on it before he decided to let her have any association with Louisa." "Indeed, Mr. Bounderby? Very thoughtful of you!" Mrs. Sparsit's Coriolanian nose underwent a slight expansion ... | have learnt how to accommodate myself to the changes of life. If I have acquired an interest in hearing of your instructive experiences, and can scarcely hear enough of them, I claim no merit for that, since I believe it is a general sentiment." "Well, ma'am," said her patron, "perhaps some people may be pleased to say... | Hard Times |
Mr. Bounderby, bending himself at the knees, literally embraced his legs in his great satisfaction and laughed aloud. Mr. and Miss Gradgrind being then announced, he received the former with a shake of the hand, and the latter with a kiss. | No speaker | her. "It is unquestionably true."<|quote|>Mr. Bounderby, bending himself at the knees, literally embraced his legs in his great satisfaction and laughed aloud. Mr. and Miss Gradgrind being then announced, he received the former with a shake of the hand, and the latter with a kiss.</|quote|>"Can Jupe be sent here, | kind of social widowhood upon her. "It is unquestionably true."<|quote|>Mr. Bounderby, bending himself at the knees, literally embraced his legs in his great satisfaction and laughed aloud. Mr. and Miss Gradgrind being then announced, he received the former with a shake of the hand, and the latter with a kiss.</|quote|... | with an affectation of humility the very opposite of his, and therefore in no danger of jostling it. "You were in the tiptop fashion, and all the rest of it," said Mr. Bounderby. "Yes, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, with a kind of social widowhood upon her. "It is unquestionably true."<|quote|>Mr. Bounderby, bending hims... | it." Mr. Bounderby was obliged to get up from table, and stand with his back to the fire, looking at her; she was such an enhancement of his position. "And you were in crack society. Devilish high society," he said, warming his legs. "It is true, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, with an affectation of humility the very opp... | interest in hearing of your instructive experiences, and can scarcely hear enough of them, I claim no merit for that, since I believe it is a general sentiment." "Well, ma'am," said her patron, "perhaps some people may be pleased to say that they do like to hear, in his own unpolished way, what Josiah Bounderby, of Cok... | the mud of the streets, would have been a godsend to me, a prize in the lottery to me, you were at the Italian Opera. You were coming out of the Italian Opera, ma'am, in white satin and jewels, a blaze of splendour, when I hadn't a penny to buy a link to light you." "I certainly, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, with a dig... | if you wish it, Mr. Bounderby." "I told him I would give her a shake-down here, last night, in order that he might sleep on it before he decided to let her have any association with Louisa." "Indeed, Mr. Bounderby? Very thoughtful of you!" Mrs. Sparsit's Coriolanian nose underwent a slight expansion of the nostrils, an... | of life. If I have acquired an interest in hearing of your instructive experiences, and can scarcely hear enough of them, I claim no merit for that, since I believe it is a general sentiment." "Well, ma'am," said her patron, "perhaps some people may be pleased to say that they do like to hear, in his own unpolished way... | Hard Times |
"Can Jupe be sent here, Bounderby?" | Thomas Gradgrind | the latter with a kiss.<|quote|>"Can Jupe be sent here, Bounderby?"</|quote|>asked Mr. Gradgrind. Certainly. So | shake of the hand, and the latter with a kiss.<|quote|>"Can Jupe be sent here, Bounderby?"</|quote|>asked Mr. Gradgrind. Certainly. So Jupe was sent there. On | of social widowhood upon her. "It is unquestionably true." Mr. Bounderby, bending himself at the knees, literally embraced his legs in his great satisfaction and laughed aloud. Mr. and Miss Gradgrind being then announced, he received the former with a shake of the hand, and the latter with a kiss.<|quote|>"Can Jupe be ... | his legs. "It is true, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, with an affectation of humility the very opposite of his, and therefore in no danger of jostling it. "You were in the tiptop fashion, and all the rest of it," said Mr. Bounderby. "Yes, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, with a kind of social widowhood upon her. "It is unque... | that they do like to hear, in his own unpolished way, what Josiah Bounderby, of Coketown, has gone through. But you must confess that you were born in the lap of luxury, yourself. Come, ma'am, you know you were born in the lap of luxury." "I do not, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit with a shake of her head, "deny it." Mr. B... | of splendour, when I hadn't a penny to buy a link to light you." "I certainly, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, with a dignity serenely mournful, "was familiar with the Italian Opera at a very early age." "Egad, ma'am, so was I," said Bounderby, "with the wrong side of it. A hard bed the pavement of its Arcade used to make... | thoughtful of you!" Mrs. Sparsit's Coriolanian nose underwent a slight expansion of the nostrils, and her black eyebrows contracted as she took a sip of tea. "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... | wing, ma'am." "Indeed? Rather young for that, is he not, sir?" Mrs. Sparsit's "sir," in addressing Mr. Bounderby, was a word of ceremony, rather exacting consideration for herself in the use, than honouring him. "I'm not going to take him at once; he is to finish his educational cramming before then," said Bounderby. "... | Hard Times |
asked Mr. Gradgrind. Certainly. So Jupe was sent there. On coming in, she curtseyed to Mr. 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: | No speaker | Jupe be sent here, Bounderby?"<|quote|>asked Mr. Gradgrind. Certainly. So Jupe was sent there. On coming in, she curtseyed to Mr. 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... | latter with a kiss. "Can Jupe be sent here, Bounderby?"<|quote|>asked Mr. Gradgrind. Certainly. So Jupe was sent there. On coming in, she curtseyed to Mr. 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 ... | is unquestionably true." Mr. Bounderby, bending himself at the knees, literally embraced his legs in his great satisfaction and laughed aloud. Mr. and Miss Gradgrind being then announced, he received the former with a shake of the hand, and the latter with a kiss. "Can Jupe be sent here, Bounderby?"<|quote|>asked Mr. G... | returned Mrs. Sparsit, with an affectation of humility the very opposite of his, and therefore in no danger of jostling it. "You were in the tiptop fashion, and all the rest of it," said Mr. Bounderby. "Yes, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, with a kind of social widowhood upon her. "It is unquestionably true." Mr. Bounderb... | in his own unpolished way, what Josiah Bounderby, of Coketown, has gone through. But you must confess that you were born in the lap of luxury, yourself. Come, ma'am, you know you were born in the lap of luxury." "I do not, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit with a shake of her head, "deny it." Mr. Bounderby was obliged to get... | penny to buy a link to light you." "I certainly, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, with a dignity serenely mournful, "was familiar with the Italian Opera at a very early age." "Egad, ma'am, so was I," said Bounderby, "with the wrong side of it. A hard bed the pavement of its Arcade used to make, I assure you. People like yo... | nose underwent a slight expansion of the nostrils, and her black eyebrows contracted as she took a sip of tea. "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 Loui... | rejoined Mrs. Sparsit, with decent resignation, "it is not necessary that you should do anything of that kind. I hope I have learnt how to accommodate myself to the changes of life. If I have acquired an interest in hearing of your instructive experiences, and can scarcely hear enough of them, I claim no merit for that... | Hard Times |
"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. Consequently, if ever you come again into any room in this house, you will make a short stay in it if you don't behave towards that lady in your most respec... | Josiah Bounderby | the following remarks to make:<|quote|>"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. Consequently, if ever you come again into any room in this house, you will make a short stay in it if you don't behav... | this, the blustrous Bounderby had the following remarks to make:<|quote|>"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. Consequently, if ever you come again into any room in this house, you will make a s... | be sent here, Bounderby?" asked Mr. Gradgrind. Certainly. So Jupe was sent there. On coming in, she curtseyed to Mr. 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:<|quote|>"No... | widowhood upon her. "It is unquestionably true." Mr. Bounderby, bending himself at the knees, literally embraced his legs in his great satisfaction and laughed aloud. Mr. and Miss Gradgrind being then announced, he received the former with a shake of the hand, and the latter with a kiss. "Can Jupe be sent here, Bounder... | with a shake of her head, "deny it." Mr. Bounderby was obliged to get up from table, and stand with his back to the fire, looking at her; she was such an enhancement of his position. "And you were in crack society. Devilish high society," he said, warming his legs. "It is true, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, with an affe... | the pavement of its Arcade used to make, I assure you. People like you, ma'am, accustomed from infancy to lie on Down feathers, have no idea _how_ hard a paving-stone is, without trying it. No, no, it's of no use my talking to _you_ about tumblers. I should speak of foreign dancers, and the West End of London, and May ... | 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." "Your observation being limited to "little puss,"" said Mrs. Sparsit, "and there being t... | "I do not, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit with a shake of her head, "deny it." Mr. Bounderby was obliged to get up from table, and stand with his back to the fire, looking at her; she was such an enhancement of his position. "And you were in crack society. Devilish high society," he said, warming his legs. "It is true, si... | Hard Times |
"I hope, Bounderby," | Thomas Gradgrind | you shall not come here."<|quote|>"I hope, Bounderby,"</|quote|>said Mr. Gradgrind, in a | is deferential and respectful, or you shall not come here."<|quote|>"I hope, Bounderby,"</|quote|>said Mr. Gradgrind, in a conciliatory voice, "that this was | affect to be anybody. So far from having high connections I have no connections at all, and I come of the scum of the earth. 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."<|quote|>"I hope, Bounderby,"</|quote|>said Mr. Gradgrind, in a conc... | a highly connected lady. Consequently, if ever you come again into any room in this house, you will make a short stay in it if you don't behave towards that lady in your most respectful manner. Now, I don't care a button what you do to _me_, because I don't affect to be anybody. So far from having high connections I ha... | being then announced, he received the former with a shake of the hand, and the latter with a kiss. "Can Jupe be sent here, Bounderby?" asked Mr. Gradgrind. Certainly. So Jupe was sent there. On coming in, she curtseyed to Mr. Bounderby, and to his friend Tom Gradgrind, and also to Louisa; but in her confusion unluckily... | believe it is a general sentiment." "Well, ma'am," said her patron, "perhaps some people may be pleased to say that they do like to hear, in his own unpolished way, what Josiah Bounderby, of Coketown, has gone through. But you must confess that you were born in the lap of luxury, yourself. Come, ma'am, you know you wer... | Gradgrind you might have been nearer the mark. I am going to take young Tom into my office. Going to have him under my wing, ma'am." "Indeed? Rather young for that, is he not, sir?" Mrs. Sparsit's "sir," in addressing Mr. Bounderby, was a word of ceremony, rather exacting consideration for herself in the use, than hono... | serenely mournful, "was familiar with the Italian Opera at a very early age." "Egad, ma'am, so was I," said Bounderby, "with the wrong side of it. A hard bed the pavement of its Arcade used to make, I assure you. People like you, ma'am, accustomed from infancy to lie on Down feathers, have no idea _how_ hard a paving-s... | Hard Times |
said Mr. Gradgrind, in a conciliatory voice, | No speaker | come here." "I hope, Bounderby,"<|quote|>said Mr. Gradgrind, in a conciliatory voice,</|quote|>"that this was merely an | respectful, or you shall not come here." "I hope, Bounderby,"<|quote|>said Mr. Gradgrind, in a conciliatory voice,</|quote|>"that this was merely an oversight." "My friend Tom Gradgrind | anybody. So far from having high connections I have no connections at all, and I come of the scum of the earth. 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,"<|quote|>said Mr. Gradgrind, in a conciliatory voice,</|quot... | lady. Consequently, if ever you come again into any room in this house, you will make a short stay in it if you don't behave towards that lady in your most respectful manner. Now, I don't care a button what you do to _me_, because I don't affect to be anybody. So far from having high connections I have no connections a... | he received the former with a shake of the hand, and the latter with a kiss. "Can Jupe be sent here, Bounderby?" asked Mr. Gradgrind. Certainly. So Jupe was sent there. On coming in, she curtseyed to Mr. Bounderby, and to his friend Tom Gradgrind, and also to Louisa; but in her confusion unluckily omitted Mrs. Sparsit.... | a general sentiment." "Well, ma'am," said her patron, "perhaps some people may be pleased to say that they do like to hear, in his own unpolished way, what Josiah Bounderby, of Coketown, has gone through. But you must confess that you were born in the lap of luxury, yourself. Come, ma'am, you know you were born in the ... | have been nearer the mark. I am going to take young Tom into my office. Going to have him under my wing, ma'am." "Indeed? Rather young for that, is he not, sir?" Mrs. Sparsit's "sir," in addressing Mr. Bounderby, was a word of ceremony, rather exacting consideration for herself in the use, than honouring him. "I'm not ... | I believe it is a general sentiment." "Well, ma'am," said her patron, "perhaps some people may be pleased to say that they do like to hear, in his own unpolished way, what Josiah Bounderby, of Coketown, has gone through. But you must confess that you were born in the lap of luxury, yourself. Come, ma'am, you know you w... | Hard Times |
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