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"My dear Bounderby," | Mr. James Harthouse | surprised you don't see it."<|quote|>"My dear Bounderby,"</|quote|>said James, dismounting, and giving | the important circumstance. I am surprised you don't see it."<|quote|>"My dear Bounderby,"</|quote|>said James, dismounting, and giving his bridle to his servant, | "Oh! as a sum if you stick to a sum of not more than a hundred and fifty pound," said Bounderby, with impatience. "But it's not the sum; it's the fact. It's the fact of the Bank being robbed, that's the important circumstance. I am surprised you don't see it."<|quote|>"My dear Bounderby,"</|quote|>said James, dismounti... | it!" "Robbed last night, sir. Robbed in an extraordinary manner. Robbed with a false key." "Of much?" Mr. Bounderby, in his desire to make the most of it, really seemed mortified by being obliged to reply, "Why, no; not of very much. But it might have been." "Of how much?" "Oh! as a sum if you stick to a sum of not mor... | a foot pace over the smooth gravel, once Nickits's, when Mr. Bounderby burst out of the shrubbery, with such violence as to make his horse shy across the road. "Harthouse!" cried Mr. Bounderby. "Have you heard?" "Heard what?" said Harthouse, soothing his horse, and inwardly favouring Mr. Bounderby with no good wishes. ... | up as to bliss; then, whether he take to the serving out of red tape, or to the kindling of red fire, he is the very Devil. So James Harthouse reclined in the window, indolently smoking, and reckoning up the steps he had taken on the road by which he happened to be travelling. The end to which it led was before him, pr... | appeared before Mr. Bounderby came in. "I didn't mean to be cross, Loo," he said, giving her his hand, and kissing her. "I know you are fond of me, and you know I am fond of you." After this, there was a smile upon Louisa's face that day, for some one else. Alas, for some one else! "So much the less is the whelp the on... | better for the age in which he lived, that he and the legion of whom he was one were designedly bad, than indifferent and purposeless. It is the drifting icebergs setting with any current anywhere, that wreck the ships. When the Devil goeth about like a roaring lion, he goeth about in a shape by which few but savages a... | Hard Times |
said James, dismounting, and giving his bridle to his servant, | No speaker | see it." "My dear Bounderby,"<|quote|>said James, dismounting, and giving his bridle to his servant,</|quote|>"I _do_ see it; and | I am surprised you don't see it." "My dear Bounderby,"<|quote|>said James, dismounting, and giving his bridle to his servant,</|quote|>"I _do_ see it; and am as overcome as you | sum if you stick to a sum of not more than a hundred and fifty pound," said Bounderby, with impatience. "But it's not the sum; it's the fact. It's the fact of the Bank being robbed, that's the important circumstance. I am surprised you don't see it." "My dear Bounderby,"<|quote|>said James, dismounting, and giving his ... | night, sir. Robbed in an extraordinary manner. Robbed with a false key." "Of much?" Mr. Bounderby, in his desire to make the most of it, really seemed mortified by being obliged to reply, "Why, no; not of very much. But it might have been." "Of how much?" "Oh! as a sum if you stick to a sum of not more than a hundred a... | over the smooth gravel, once Nickits's, when Mr. Bounderby burst out of the shrubbery, with such violence as to make his horse shy across the road. "Harthouse!" cried Mr. Bounderby. "Have you heard?" "Heard what?" said Harthouse, soothing his horse, and inwardly favouring Mr. Bounderby with no good wishes. "Then you _h... | bliss; then, whether he take to the serving out of red tape, or to the kindling of red fire, he is the very Devil. So James Harthouse reclined in the window, indolently smoking, and reckoning up the steps he had taken on the road by which he happened to be travelling. The end to which it led was before him, pretty plai... | Bounderby came in. "I didn't mean to be cross, Loo," he said, giving her his hand, and kissing her. "I know you are fond of me, and you know I am fond of you." After this, there was a smile upon Louisa's face that day, for some one else. Alas, for some one else! "So much the less is the whelp the only creature that she... | had come so near to her through its tenderest sentiment; he had associated himself with that feeling; and the barrier behind which she lived, had melted away. All very odd, and very satisfactory! And yet he had not, even now, any earnest wickedness of purpose in him. Publicly and privately, it were much better for the ... | Hard Times |
"I _do_ see it; and am as overcome as you can possibly desire me to be, by the spectacle afforded to my mental view. Nevertheless, I may be allowed, I hope, to congratulate you which I do with all my soul, I assure you on your not having sustained a greater loss." | Mr. James Harthouse | his bridle to his servant,<|quote|>"I _do_ see it; and am as overcome as you can possibly desire me to be, by the spectacle afforded to my mental view. Nevertheless, I may be allowed, I hope, to congratulate you which I do with all my soul, I assure you on your not having sustained a greater loss."</|quote|>"Thank'ee,"... | said James, dismounting, and giving his bridle to his servant,<|quote|>"I _do_ see it; and am as overcome as you can possibly desire me to be, by the spectacle afforded to my mental view. Nevertheless, I may be allowed, I hope, to congratulate you which I do with all my soul, I assure you on your not having sustained a... | than a hundred and fifty pound," said Bounderby, with impatience. "But it's not the sum; it's the fact. It's the fact of the Bank being robbed, that's the important circumstance. I am surprised you don't see it." "My dear Bounderby," said James, dismounting, and giving his bridle to his servant,<|quote|>"I _do_ see it;... | false key." "Of much?" Mr. Bounderby, in his desire to make the most of it, really seemed mortified by being obliged to reply, "Why, no; not of very much. But it might have been." "Of how much?" "Oh! as a sum if you stick to a sum of not more than a hundred and fifty pound," said Bounderby, with impatience. "But it's n... | out of the shrubbery, with such violence as to make his horse shy across the road. "Harthouse!" cried Mr. Bounderby. "Have you heard?" "Heard what?" said Harthouse, soothing his horse, and inwardly favouring Mr. Bounderby with no good wishes. "Then you _haven't_ heard!" "I have heard you, and so has this brute. I have ... | red tape, or to the kindling of red fire, he is the very Devil. So James Harthouse reclined in the window, indolently smoking, and reckoning up the steps he had taken on the road by which he happened to be travelling. The end to which it led was before him, pretty plainly; but he troubled himself with no calculations a... | he said, giving her his hand, and kissing her. "I know you are fond of me, and you know I am fond of you." After this, there was a smile upon Louisa's face that day, for some one else. Alas, for some one else! "So much the less is the whelp the only creature that she cares for," thought James Harthouse, reversing the r... | breakfast. He was anxious to see if she had relapsed since the previous evening. No. He resumed where he had left off. There was a look of interest for him again. He got through the day as much (or as little) to his own satisfaction, as was to be expected under the fatiguing circumstances; and came riding back at six o... | Hard Times |
"Thank'ee," | Josiah Bounderby | having sustained a greater loss."<|quote|>"Thank'ee,"</|quote|>replied Bounderby, in a short, | assure you on your not having sustained a greater loss."<|quote|>"Thank'ee,"</|quote|>replied Bounderby, in a short, ungracious manner. "But I tell | see it; and am as overcome as you can possibly desire me to be, by the spectacle afforded to my mental view. Nevertheless, I may be allowed, I hope, to congratulate you which I do with all my soul, I assure you on your not having sustained a greater loss."<|quote|>"Thank'ee,"</|quote|>replied Bounderby, in a short, ung... | hundred and fifty pound," said Bounderby, with impatience. "But it's not the sum; it's the fact. It's the fact of the Bank being robbed, that's the important circumstance. I am surprised you don't see it." "My dear Bounderby," said James, dismounting, and giving his bridle to his servant, "I _do_ see it; and am as over... | I have heard nothing else." Mr. Bounderby, red and hot, planted himself in the centre of the path before the horse's head, to explode his bombshell with more effect. "The Bank's robbed!" "You don't mean it!" "Robbed last night, sir. Robbed in an extraordinary manner. Robbed with a false key." "Of much?" Mr. Bounderby, ... | but he troubled himself with no calculations about it. What will be, will be. As he had rather a long ride to take that day for there was a public occasion "to do" at some distance, which afforded a tolerable opportunity of going in for the Gradgrind men he dressed early and went down to breakfast. He was anxious to se... | only creature that she cares for," thought James Harthouse, reversing the reflection of his first day's knowledge of her pretty face. "So much the less, so much the less." CHAPTER VIII EXPLOSION THE next morning was too bright a morning for sleep, and James Harthouse rose early, and sat in the pleasant bay window of hi... | he is aweary of vice, and aweary of virtue, used up as to brimstone, and used up as to bliss; then, whether he take to the serving out of red tape, or to the kindling of red fire, he is the very Devil. So James Harthouse reclined in the window, indolently smoking, and reckoning up the steps he had taken on the road by ... | Hard Times |
replied Bounderby, in a short, ungracious manner. | No speaker | sustained a greater loss." "Thank'ee,"<|quote|>replied Bounderby, in a short, ungracious manner.</|quote|>"But I tell you what. | you on your not having sustained a greater loss." "Thank'ee,"<|quote|>replied Bounderby, in a short, ungracious manner.</|quote|>"But I tell you what. It might have been twenty | it; and am as overcome as you can possibly desire me to be, by the spectacle afforded to my mental view. Nevertheless, I may be allowed, I hope, to congratulate you which I do with all my soul, I assure you on your not having sustained a greater loss." "Thank'ee,"<|quote|>replied Bounderby, in a short, ungracious manne... | and fifty pound," said Bounderby, with impatience. "But it's not the sum; it's the fact. It's the fact of the Bank being robbed, that's the important circumstance. I am surprised you don't see it." "My dear Bounderby," said James, dismounting, and giving his bridle to his servant, "I _do_ see it; and am as overcome as ... | have heard nothing else." Mr. Bounderby, red and hot, planted himself in the centre of the path before the horse's head, to explode his bombshell with more effect. "The Bank's robbed!" "You don't mean it!" "Robbed last night, sir. Robbed in an extraordinary manner. Robbed with a false key." "Of much?" Mr. Bounderby, in... | he troubled himself with no calculations about it. What will be, will be. As he had rather a long ride to take that day for there was a public occasion "to do" at some distance, which afforded a tolerable opportunity of going in for the Gradgrind men he dressed early and went down to breakfast. He was anxious to see if... | creature that she cares for," thought James Harthouse, reversing the reflection of his first day's knowledge of her pretty face. "So much the less, so much the less." CHAPTER VIII EXPLOSION THE next morning was too bright a morning for sleep, and James Harthouse rose early, and sat in the pleasant bay window of his dre... | some half-mile between the lodge and the house, and he was riding along at a foot pace over the smooth gravel, once Nickits's, when Mr. Bounderby burst out of the shrubbery, with such violence as to make his horse shy across the road. "Harthouse!" cried Mr. Bounderby. "Have you heard?" "Heard what?" said Harthouse, soo... | Hard Times |
"But I tell you what. It might have been twenty thousand pound." | Josiah Bounderby | in a short, ungracious manner.<|quote|>"But I tell you what. It might have been twenty thousand pound."</|quote|>"I suppose it might." "Suppose | greater loss." "Thank'ee," replied Bounderby, in a short, ungracious manner.<|quote|>"But I tell you what. It might have been twenty thousand pound."</|quote|>"I suppose it might." "Suppose it might! By the Lord, | can possibly desire me to be, by the spectacle afforded to my mental view. Nevertheless, I may be allowed, I hope, to congratulate you which I do with all my soul, I assure you on your not having sustained a greater loss." "Thank'ee," replied Bounderby, in a short, ungracious manner.<|quote|>"But I tell you what. It mi... | "But it's not the sum; it's the fact. It's the fact of the Bank being robbed, that's the important circumstance. I am surprised you don't see it." "My dear Bounderby," said James, dismounting, and giving his bridle to his servant, "I _do_ see it; and am as overcome as you can possibly desire me to be, by the spectacle ... | and hot, planted himself in the centre of the path before the horse's head, to explode his bombshell with more effect. "The Bank's robbed!" "You don't mean it!" "Robbed last night, sir. Robbed in an extraordinary manner. Robbed with a false key." "Of much?" Mr. Bounderby, in his desire to make the most of it, really se... | it. What will be, will be. As he had rather a long ride to take that day for there was a public occasion "to do" at some distance, which afforded a tolerable opportunity of going in for the Gradgrind men he dressed early and went down to breakfast. He was anxious to see if she had relapsed since the previous evening. N... | Harthouse, reversing the reflection of his first day's knowledge of her pretty face. "So much the less, so much the less." CHAPTER VIII EXPLOSION THE next morning was too bright a morning for sleep, and James Harthouse rose early, and sat in the pleasant bay window of his dressing-room, smoking the rare tobacco that ha... | and the legion of whom he was one were designedly bad, than indifferent and purposeless. It is the drifting icebergs setting with any current anywhere, that wreck the ships. When the Devil goeth about like a roaring lion, he goeth about in a shape by which few but savages and hunters are attracted. But, when he is trim... | Hard Times |
"I suppose it might." | Mr. James Harthouse | have been twenty thousand pound."<|quote|>"I suppose it might."</|quote|>"Suppose it might! By the | tell you what. It might have been twenty thousand pound."<|quote|>"I suppose it might."</|quote|>"Suppose it might! By the Lord, you _may_ suppose so. | mental view. Nevertheless, I may be allowed, I hope, to congratulate you which I do with all my soul, I assure you on your not having sustained a greater loss." "Thank'ee," replied Bounderby, in a short, ungracious manner. "But I tell you what. It might have been twenty thousand pound."<|quote|>"I suppose it might."</|... | the Bank being robbed, that's the important circumstance. I am surprised you don't see it." "My dear Bounderby," said James, dismounting, and giving his bridle to his servant, "I _do_ see it; and am as overcome as you can possibly desire me to be, by the spectacle afforded to my mental view. Nevertheless, I may be allo... | horse's head, to explode his bombshell with more effect. "The Bank's robbed!" "You don't mean it!" "Robbed last night, sir. Robbed in an extraordinary manner. Robbed with a false key." "Of much?" Mr. Bounderby, in his desire to make the most of it, really seemed mortified by being obliged to reply, "Why, no; not of ver... | ride to take that day for there was a public occasion "to do" at some distance, which afforded a tolerable opportunity of going in for the Gradgrind men he dressed early and went down to breakfast. He was anxious to see if she had relapsed since the previous evening. No. He resumed where he had left off. There was a lo... | face. "So much the less, so much the less." CHAPTER VIII EXPLOSION THE next morning was too bright a morning for sleep, and James Harthouse rose early, and sat in the pleasant bay window of his dressing-room, smoking the rare tobacco that had had so wholesome an influence on his young friend. Reposing in the sunlight, ... | was anxious to see if she had relapsed since the previous evening. No. He resumed where he had left off. There was a look of interest for him again. He got through the day as much (or as little) to his own satisfaction, as was to be expected under the fatiguing circumstances; and came riding back at six o'clock. There ... | Hard Times |
"Suppose it might! By the Lord, you _may_ suppose so. By George!" | Josiah Bounderby | pound." "I suppose it might."<|quote|>"Suppose it might! By the Lord, you _may_ suppose so. By George!"</|quote|>said Mr. Bounderby, with sundry | might have been twenty thousand pound." "I suppose it might."<|quote|>"Suppose it might! By the Lord, you _may_ suppose so. By George!"</|quote|>said Mr. Bounderby, with sundry menacing nods and shakes of | may be allowed, I hope, to congratulate you which I do with all my soul, I assure you on your not having sustained a greater loss." "Thank'ee," replied Bounderby, in a short, ungracious manner. "But I tell you what. It might have been twenty thousand pound." "I suppose it might."<|quote|>"Suppose it might! By the Lord,... | that's the important circumstance. I am surprised you don't see it." "My dear Bounderby," said James, dismounting, and giving his bridle to his servant, "I _do_ see it; and am as overcome as you can possibly desire me to be, by the spectacle afforded to my mental view. Nevertheless, I may be allowed, I hope, to congrat... | his bombshell with more effect. "The Bank's robbed!" "You don't mean it!" "Robbed last night, sir. Robbed in an extraordinary manner. Robbed with a false key." "Of much?" Mr. Bounderby, in his desire to make the most of it, really seemed mortified by being obliged to reply, "Why, no; not of very much. But it might have... | day for there was a public occasion "to do" at some distance, which afforded a tolerable opportunity of going in for the Gradgrind men he dressed early and went down to breakfast. He was anxious to see if she had relapsed since the previous evening. No. He resumed where he had left off. There was a look of interest for... | less, so much the less." CHAPTER VIII EXPLOSION THE next morning was too bright a morning for sleep, and James Harthouse rose early, and sat in the pleasant bay window of his dressing-room, smoking the rare tobacco that had had so wholesome an influence on his young friend. Reposing in the sunlight, with the fragrance ... | no good wishes. "Then you _haven't_ heard!" "I have heard you, and so has this brute. I have heard nothing else." Mr. Bounderby, red and hot, planted himself in the centre of the path before the horse's head, to explode his bombshell with more effect. "The Bank's robbed!" "You don't mean it!" "Robbed last night, sir. R... | Hard Times |
said Mr. Bounderby, with sundry menacing nods and shakes of his head. | No speaker | _may_ suppose so. By George!"<|quote|>said Mr. Bounderby, with sundry menacing nods and shakes of his head.</|quote|>"It might have been twice | might! By the Lord, you _may_ suppose so. By George!"<|quote|>said Mr. Bounderby, with sundry menacing nods and shakes of his head.</|quote|>"It might have been twice twenty. There's no knowing what | all my soul, I assure you on your not having sustained a greater loss." "Thank'ee," replied Bounderby, in a short, ungracious manner. "But I tell you what. It might have been twenty thousand pound." "I suppose it might." "Suppose it might! By the Lord, you _may_ suppose so. By George!"<|quote|>said Mr. Bounderby, with ... | dear Bounderby," said James, dismounting, and giving his bridle to his servant, "I _do_ see it; and am as overcome as you can possibly desire me to be, by the spectacle afforded to my mental view. Nevertheless, I may be allowed, I hope, to congratulate you which I do with all my soul, I assure you on your not having su... | "Robbed last night, sir. Robbed in an extraordinary manner. Robbed with a false key." "Of much?" Mr. Bounderby, in his desire to make the most of it, really seemed mortified by being obliged to reply, "Why, no; not of very much. But it might have been." "Of how much?" "Oh! as a sum if you stick to a sum of not more tha... | which afforded a tolerable opportunity of going in for the Gradgrind men he dressed early and went down to breakfast. He was anxious to see if she had relapsed since the previous evening. No. He resumed where he had left off. There was a look of interest for him again. He got through the day as much (or as little) to h... | too bright a morning for sleep, and James Harthouse rose early, and sat in the pleasant bay window of his dressing-room, smoking the rare tobacco that had had so wholesome an influence on his young friend. Reposing in the sunlight, with the fragrance of his eastern pipe about him, and the dreamy smoke vanishing into th... | he is aweary of vice, and aweary of virtue, used up as to brimstone, and used up as to bliss; then, whether he take to the serving out of red tape, or to the kindling of red fire, he is the very Devil. So James Harthouse reclined in the window, indolently smoking, and reckoning up the steps he had taken on the road by ... | Hard Times |
"It might have been twice twenty. There's no knowing what it would have been, or wouldn't have been, as it was, but for the fellows' being disturbed." | Josiah Bounderby | and shakes of his head.<|quote|>"It might have been twice twenty. There's no knowing what it would have been, or wouldn't have been, as it was, but for the fellows' being disturbed."</|quote|>Louisa had come up now, | Bounderby, with sundry menacing nods and shakes of his head.<|quote|>"It might have been twice twenty. There's no knowing what it would have been, or wouldn't have been, as it was, but for the fellows' being disturbed."</|quote|>Louisa had come up now, and Mrs. Sparsit, and Bitzer. | greater loss." "Thank'ee," replied Bounderby, in a short, ungracious manner. "But I tell you what. It might have been twenty thousand pound." "I suppose it might." "Suppose it might! By the Lord, you _may_ suppose so. By George!" said Mr. Bounderby, with sundry menacing nods and shakes of his head.<|quote|>"It might ha... | "I _do_ see it; and am as overcome as you can possibly desire me to be, by the spectacle afforded to my mental view. Nevertheless, I may be allowed, I hope, to congratulate you which I do with all my soul, I assure you on your not having sustained a greater loss." "Thank'ee," replied Bounderby, in a short, ungracious m... | false key." "Of much?" Mr. Bounderby, in his desire to make the most of it, really seemed mortified by being obliged to reply, "Why, no; not of very much. But it might have been." "Of how much?" "Oh! as a sum if you stick to a sum of not more than a hundred and fifty pound," said Bounderby, with impatience. "But it's n... | he dressed early and went down to breakfast. He was anxious to see if she had relapsed since the previous evening. No. He resumed where he had left off. There was a look of interest for him again. He got through the day as much (or as little) to his own satisfaction, as was to be expected under the fatiguing circumstan... | sat in the pleasant bay window of his dressing-room, smoking the rare tobacco that had had so wholesome an influence on his young friend. Reposing in the sunlight, with the fragrance of his eastern pipe about him, and the dreamy smoke vanishing into the air, so rich and soft with summer odours, he reckoned up his advan... | aweary of virtue, used up as to brimstone, and used up as to bliss; then, whether he take to the serving out of red tape, or to the kindling of red fire, he is the very Devil. So James Harthouse reclined in the window, indolently smoking, and reckoning up the steps he had taken on the road by which he happened to be tr... | Hard Times |
Louisa had come up now, and Mrs. Sparsit, and Bitzer. | No speaker | for the fellows' being disturbed."<|quote|>Louisa had come up now, and Mrs. Sparsit, and Bitzer.</|quote|>"Here's Tom Gradgrind's daughter knows | been, as it was, but for the fellows' being disturbed."<|quote|>Louisa had come up now, and Mrs. Sparsit, and Bitzer.</|quote|>"Here's Tom Gradgrind's daughter knows pretty well what it might | it might! By the Lord, you _may_ suppose so. By George!" said Mr. Bounderby, with sundry menacing nods and shakes of his head. "It might have been twice twenty. There's no knowing what it would have been, or wouldn't have been, as it was, but for the fellows' being disturbed."<|quote|>Louisa had come up now, and Mrs. S... | be allowed, I hope, to congratulate you which I do with all my soul, I assure you on your not having sustained a greater loss." "Thank'ee," replied Bounderby, in a short, ungracious manner. "But I tell you what. It might have been twenty thousand pound." "I suppose it might." "Suppose it might! By the Lord, you _may_ s... | very much. But it might have been." "Of how much?" "Oh! as a sum if you stick to a sum of not more than a hundred and fifty pound," said Bounderby, with impatience. "But it's not the sum; it's the fact. It's the fact of the Bank being robbed, that's the important circumstance. I am surprised you don't see it." "My dear... | left off. There was a look of interest for him again. He got through the day as much (or as little) to his own satisfaction, as was to be expected under the fatiguing circumstances; and came riding back at six o'clock. There was a sweep of some half-mile between the lodge and the house, and he was riding along at a foo... | sunlight, with the fragrance of his eastern pipe about him, and the dreamy smoke vanishing into the air, so rich and soft with summer odours, he reckoned up his advantages as an idle winner might count his gains. He was not at all bored for the time, and could give his mind to it. He had established a confidence with h... | tolerable opportunity of going in for the Gradgrind men he dressed early and went down to breakfast. He was anxious to see if she had relapsed since the previous evening. No. He resumed where he had left off. There was a look of interest for him again. He got through the day as much (or as little) to his own satisfacti... | Hard Times |
"Here's Tom Gradgrind's daughter knows pretty well what it might have been, if you don't," | Josiah Bounderby | and Mrs. Sparsit, and Bitzer.<|quote|>"Here's Tom Gradgrind's daughter knows pretty well what it might have been, if you don't,"</|quote|>blustered Bounderby. "Dropped, sir, as | Louisa had come up now, and Mrs. Sparsit, and Bitzer.<|quote|>"Here's Tom Gradgrind's daughter knows pretty well what it might have been, if you don't,"</|quote|>blustered Bounderby. "Dropped, sir, as if she was shot when | George!" said Mr. Bounderby, with sundry menacing nods and shakes of his head. "It might have been twice twenty. There's no knowing what it would have been, or wouldn't have been, as it was, but for the fellows' being disturbed." Louisa had come up now, and Mrs. Sparsit, and Bitzer.<|quote|>"Here's Tom Gradgrind's daug... | with all my soul, I assure you on your not having sustained a greater loss." "Thank'ee," replied Bounderby, in a short, ungracious manner. "But I tell you what. It might have been twenty thousand pound." "I suppose it might." "Suppose it might! By the Lord, you _may_ suppose so. By George!" said Mr. Bounderby, with sun... | "Oh! as a sum if you stick to a sum of not more than a hundred and fifty pound," said Bounderby, with impatience. "But it's not the sum; it's the fact. It's the fact of the Bank being robbed, that's the important circumstance. I am surprised you don't see it." "My dear Bounderby," said James, dismounting, and giving hi... | again. He got through the day as much (or as little) to his own satisfaction, as was to be expected under the fatiguing circumstances; and came riding back at six o'clock. There was a sweep of some half-mile between the lodge and the house, and he was riding along at a foot pace over the smooth gravel, once Nickits's, ... | and the dreamy smoke vanishing into the air, so rich and soft with summer odours, he reckoned up his advantages as an idle winner might count his gains. He was not at all bored for the time, and could give his mind to it. He had established a confidence with her, from which her husband was excluded. He had established ... | Mr. Bounderby, red and hot, planted himself in the centre of the path before the horse's head, to explode his bombshell with more effect. "The Bank's robbed!" "You don't mean it!" "Robbed last night, sir. Robbed in an extraordinary manner. Robbed with a false key." "Of much?" Mr. Bounderby, in his desire to make the mo... | Hard Times |
blustered Bounderby. | No speaker | have been, if you don't,"<|quote|>blustered Bounderby.</|quote|>"Dropped, sir, as if she | pretty well what it might have been, if you don't,"<|quote|>blustered Bounderby.</|quote|>"Dropped, sir, as if she was shot when I told | have been twice twenty. There's no knowing what it would have been, or wouldn't have been, as it was, but for the fellows' being disturbed." Louisa had come up now, and Mrs. Sparsit, and Bitzer. "Here's Tom Gradgrind's daughter knows pretty well what it might have been, if you don't,"<|quote|>blustered Bounderby.</|quo... | "Thank'ee," replied Bounderby, in a short, ungracious manner. "But I tell you what. It might have been twenty thousand pound." "I suppose it might." "Suppose it might! By the Lord, you _may_ suppose so. By George!" said Mr. Bounderby, with sundry menacing nods and shakes of his head. "It might have been twice twenty. T... | hundred and fifty pound," said Bounderby, with impatience. "But it's not the sum; it's the fact. It's the fact of the Bank being robbed, that's the important circumstance. I am surprised you don't see it." "My dear Bounderby," said James, dismounting, and giving his bridle to his servant, "I _do_ see it; and am as over... | as was to be expected under the fatiguing circumstances; and came riding back at six o'clock. There was a sweep of some half-mile between the lodge and the house, and he was riding along at a foot pace over the smooth gravel, once Nickits's, when Mr. Bounderby burst out of the shrubbery, with such violence as to make h... | he reckoned up his advantages as an idle winner might count his gains. He was not at all bored for the time, and could give his mind to it. He had established a confidence with her, from which her husband was excluded. He had established a confidence with her, that absolutely turned upon her indifference towards her hu... | and hunters are attracted. But, when he is trimmed, smoothed, and varnished, according to the mode; when he is aweary of vice, and aweary of virtue, used up as to brimstone, and used up as to bliss; then, whether he take to the serving out of red tape, or to the kindling of red fire, he is the very Devil. So James Hart... | Hard Times |
"Dropped, sir, as if she was shot when I told her! Never knew her do such a thing before. Does her credit, under the circumstances, in my opinion!" | Josiah Bounderby | if you don't," blustered Bounderby.<|quote|>"Dropped, sir, as if she was shot when I told her! Never knew her do such a thing before. Does her credit, under the circumstances, in my opinion!"</|quote|>She still looked faint and | what it might have been, if you don't," blustered Bounderby.<|quote|>"Dropped, sir, as if she was shot when I told her! Never knew her do such a thing before. Does her credit, under the circumstances, in my opinion!"</|quote|>She still looked faint and pale. James Harthouse begged her | twice twenty. There's no knowing what it would have been, or wouldn't have been, as it was, but for the fellows' being disturbed." Louisa had come up now, and Mrs. Sparsit, and Bitzer. "Here's Tom Gradgrind's daughter knows pretty well what it might have been, if you don't," blustered Bounderby.<|quote|>"Dropped, sir, ... | Bounderby, in a short, ungracious manner. "But I tell you what. It might have been twenty thousand pound." "I suppose it might." "Suppose it might! By the Lord, you _may_ suppose so. By George!" said Mr. Bounderby, with sundry menacing nods and shakes of his head. "It might have been twice twenty. There's no knowing wh... | fifty pound," said Bounderby, with impatience. "But it's not the sum; it's the fact. It's the fact of the Bank being robbed, that's the important circumstance. I am surprised you don't see it." "My dear Bounderby," said James, dismounting, and giving his bridle to his servant, "I _do_ see it; and am as overcome as you ... | to be expected under the fatiguing circumstances; and came riding back at six o'clock. There was a sweep of some half-mile between the lodge and the house, and he was riding along at a foot pace over the smooth gravel, once Nickits's, when Mr. Bounderby burst out of the shrubbery, with such violence as to make his hors... | up his advantages as an idle winner might count his gains. He was not at all bored for the time, and could give his mind to it. He had established a confidence with her, from which her husband was excluded. He had established a confidence with her, that absolutely turned upon her indifference towards her husband, and t... | himself with no calculations about it. What will be, will be. As he had rather a long ride to take that day for there was a public occasion "to do" at some distance, which afforded a tolerable opportunity of going in for the Gradgrind men he dressed early and went down to breakfast. He was anxious to see if she had rel... | Hard Times |
She still looked faint and pale. James Harthouse begged her to take his arm; and as they moved on very slowly, asked her how the robbery had been committed. | No speaker | the circumstances, in my opinion!"<|quote|>She still looked faint and pale. James Harthouse begged her to take his arm; and as they moved on very slowly, asked her how the robbery had been committed.</|quote|>"Why, I am going to | before. Does her credit, under the circumstances, in my opinion!"<|quote|>She still looked faint and pale. James Harthouse begged her to take his arm; and as they moved on very slowly, asked her how the robbery had been committed.</|quote|>"Why, I am going to tell you," said Bounderby, irritably | and Mrs. Sparsit, and Bitzer. "Here's Tom Gradgrind's daughter knows pretty well what it might have been, if you don't," blustered Bounderby. "Dropped, sir, as if she was shot when I told her! Never knew her do such a thing before. Does her credit, under the circumstances, in my opinion!"<|quote|>She still looked faint... | you _may_ suppose so. By George!" said Mr. Bounderby, with sundry menacing nods and shakes of his head. "It might have been twice twenty. There's no knowing what it would have been, or wouldn't have been, as it was, but for the fellows' being disturbed." Louisa had come up now, and Mrs. Sparsit, and Bitzer. "Here's Tom... | surprised you don't see it." "My dear Bounderby," said James, dismounting, and giving his bridle to his servant, "I _do_ see it; and am as overcome as you can possibly desire me to be, by the spectacle afforded to my mental view. Nevertheless, I may be allowed, I hope, to congratulate you which I do with all my soul, I... | he was riding along at a foot pace over the smooth gravel, once Nickits's, when Mr. Bounderby burst out of the shrubbery, with such violence as to make his horse shy across the road. "Harthouse!" cried Mr. Bounderby. "Have you heard?" "Heard what?" said Harthouse, soothing his horse, and inwardly favouring Mr. Bounderb... | had established a confidence with her, from which her husband was excluded. He had established a confidence with her, that absolutely turned upon her indifference towards her husband, and the absence, now and at all times, of any congeniality between them. He had artfully, but plainly, assured her that he knew her hear... | Robbed in an extraordinary manner. Robbed with a false key." "Of much?" Mr. Bounderby, in his desire to make the most of it, really seemed mortified by being obliged to reply, "Why, no; not of very much. But it might have been." "Of how much?" "Oh! as a sum if you stick to a sum of not more than a hundred and fifty pou... | Hard Times |
"Why, I am going to tell you," | Josiah Bounderby | the robbery had been committed.<|quote|>"Why, I am going to tell you,"</|quote|>said Bounderby, irritably giving his | very slowly, asked her how the robbery had been committed.<|quote|>"Why, I am going to tell you,"</|quote|>said Bounderby, irritably giving his arm to Mrs. Sparsit. "If | when I told her! Never knew her do such a thing before. Does her credit, under the circumstances, in my opinion!" She still looked faint and pale. James Harthouse begged her to take his arm; and as they moved on very slowly, asked her how the robbery had been committed.<|quote|>"Why, I am going to tell you,"</|quote|>s... | would have been, or wouldn't have been, as it was, but for the fellows' being disturbed." Louisa had come up now, and Mrs. Sparsit, and Bitzer. "Here's Tom Gradgrind's daughter knows pretty well what it might have been, if you don't," blustered Bounderby. "Dropped, sir, as if she was shot when I told her! Never knew he... | possibly desire me to be, by the spectacle afforded to my mental view. Nevertheless, I may be allowed, I hope, to congratulate you which I do with all my soul, I assure you on your not having sustained a greater loss." "Thank'ee," replied Bounderby, in a short, ungracious manner. "But I tell you what. It might have bee... | horse shy across the road. "Harthouse!" cried Mr. Bounderby. "Have you heard?" "Heard what?" said Harthouse, soothing his horse, and inwardly favouring Mr. Bounderby with no good wishes. "Then you _haven't_ heard!" "I have heard you, and so has this brute. I have heard nothing else." Mr. Bounderby, red and hot, planted... | the absence, now and at all times, of any congeniality between them. He had artfully, but plainly, assured her that he knew her heart in its last most delicate recesses; he had come so near to her through its tenderest sentiment; he had associated himself with that feeling; and the barrier behind which she lived, had m... | really seemed mortified by being obliged to reply, "Why, no; not of very much. But it might have been." "Of how much?" "Oh! as a sum if you stick to a sum of not more than a hundred and fifty pound," said Bounderby, with impatience. "But it's not the sum; it's the fact. It's the fact of the Bank being robbed, that's th... | Hard Times |
said Bounderby, irritably giving his arm to Mrs. Sparsit. | No speaker | am going to tell you,"<|quote|>said Bounderby, irritably giving his arm to Mrs. Sparsit.</|quote|>"If you hadn't been so | had been committed. "Why, I am going to tell you,"<|quote|>said Bounderby, irritably giving his arm to Mrs. Sparsit.</|quote|>"If you hadn't been so mighty particular about the sum, | do such a thing before. Does her credit, under the circumstances, in my opinion!" She still looked faint and pale. James Harthouse begged her to take his arm; and as they moved on very slowly, asked her how the robbery had been committed. "Why, I am going to tell you,"<|quote|>said Bounderby, irritably giving his arm t... | as it was, but for the fellows' being disturbed." Louisa had come up now, and Mrs. Sparsit, and Bitzer. "Here's Tom Gradgrind's daughter knows pretty well what it might have been, if you don't," blustered Bounderby. "Dropped, sir, as if she was shot when I told her! Never knew her do such a thing before. Does her credi... | spectacle afforded to my mental view. Nevertheless, I may be allowed, I hope, to congratulate you which I do with all my soul, I assure you on your not having sustained a greater loss." "Thank'ee," replied Bounderby, in a short, ungracious manner. "But I tell you what. It might have been twenty thousand pound." "I supp... | Mr. Bounderby. "Have you heard?" "Heard what?" said Harthouse, soothing his horse, and inwardly favouring Mr. Bounderby with no good wishes. "Then you _haven't_ heard!" "I have heard you, and so has this brute. I have heard nothing else." Mr. Bounderby, red and hot, planted himself in the centre of the path before the ... | of any congeniality between them. He had artfully, but plainly, assured her that he knew her heart in its last most delicate recesses; he had come so near to her through its tenderest sentiment; he had associated himself with that feeling; and the barrier behind which she lived, had melted away. All very odd, and very ... | possibly desire me to be, by the spectacle afforded to my mental view. Nevertheless, I may be allowed, I hope, to congratulate you which I do with all my soul, I assure you on your not having sustained a greater loss." "Thank'ee," replied Bounderby, in a short, ungracious manner. "But I tell you what. It might have bee... | Hard Times |
"If you hadn't been so mighty particular about the sum, I should have begun to tell you before. You know this lady (for she _is_ a lady), Mrs. Sparsit?" | Josiah Bounderby | his arm to Mrs. Sparsit.<|quote|>"If you hadn't been so mighty particular about the sum, I should have begun to tell you before. You know this lady (for she _is_ a lady), Mrs. Sparsit?"</|quote|>"I have already had the | you," said Bounderby, irritably giving his arm to Mrs. Sparsit.<|quote|>"If you hadn't been so mighty particular about the sum, I should have begun to tell you before. You know this lady (for she _is_ a lady), Mrs. Sparsit?"</|quote|>"I have already had the honour" "Very well. And this | the circumstances, in my opinion!" She still looked faint and pale. James Harthouse begged her to take his arm; and as they moved on very slowly, asked her how the robbery had been committed. "Why, I am going to tell you," said Bounderby, irritably giving his arm to Mrs. Sparsit.<|quote|>"If you hadn't been so mighty p... | Louisa had come up now, and Mrs. Sparsit, and Bitzer. "Here's Tom Gradgrind's daughter knows pretty well what it might have been, if you don't," blustered Bounderby. "Dropped, sir, as if she was shot when I told her! Never knew her do such a thing before. Does her credit, under the circumstances, in my opinion!" She st... | be allowed, I hope, to congratulate you which I do with all my soul, I assure you on your not having sustained a greater loss." "Thank'ee," replied Bounderby, in a short, ungracious manner. "But I tell you what. It might have been twenty thousand pound." "I suppose it might." "Suppose it might! By the Lord, you _may_ s... | soothing his horse, and inwardly favouring Mr. Bounderby with no good wishes. "Then you _haven't_ heard!" "I have heard you, and so has this brute. I have heard nothing else." Mr. Bounderby, red and hot, planted himself in the centre of the path before the horse's head, to explode his bombshell with more effect. "The B... | plainly, assured her that he knew her heart in its last most delicate recesses; he had come so near to her through its tenderest sentiment; he had associated himself with that feeling; and the barrier behind which she lived, had melted away. All very odd, and very satisfactory! And yet he had not, even now, any earnest... | not of very much. But it might have been." "Of how much?" "Oh! as a sum if you stick to a sum of not more than a hundred and fifty pound," said Bounderby, with impatience. "But it's not the sum; it's the fact. It's the fact of the Bank being robbed, that's the important circumstance. I am surprised you don't see it." "... | Hard Times |
"I have already had the honour" | Mrs. Sparsit | _is_ a lady), Mrs. Sparsit?"<|quote|>"I have already had the honour"</|quote|>"Very well. And this young | know this lady (for she _is_ a lady), Mrs. Sparsit?"<|quote|>"I have already had the honour"</|quote|>"Very well. And this young man, Bitzer, you saw him | the robbery had been committed. "Why, I am going to tell you," said Bounderby, irritably giving his arm to Mrs. Sparsit. "If you hadn't been so mighty particular about the sum, I should have begun to tell you before. You know this lady (for she _is_ a lady), Mrs. Sparsit?"<|quote|>"I have already had the honour"</|quot... | as if she was shot when I told her! Never knew her do such a thing before. Does her credit, under the circumstances, in my opinion!" She still looked faint and pale. James Harthouse begged her to take his arm; and as they moved on very slowly, asked her how the robbery had been committed. "Why, I am going to tell you,"... | a short, ungracious manner. "But I tell you what. It might have been twenty thousand pound." "I suppose it might." "Suppose it might! By the Lord, you _may_ suppose so. By George!" said Mr. Bounderby, with sundry menacing nods and shakes of his head. "It might have been twice twenty. There's no knowing what it would ha... | else." Mr. Bounderby, red and hot, planted himself in the centre of the path before the horse's head, to explode his bombshell with more effect. "The Bank's robbed!" "You don't mean it!" "Robbed last night, sir. Robbed in an extraordinary manner. Robbed with a false key." "Of much?" Mr. Bounderby, in his desire to make... | with that feeling; and the barrier behind which she lived, had melted away. All very odd, and very satisfactory! And yet he had not, even now, any earnest wickedness of purpose in him. Publicly and privately, it were much better for the age in which he lived, that he and the legion of whom he was one were designedly ba... | and am as overcome as you can possibly desire me to be, by the spectacle afforded to my mental view. Nevertheless, I may be allowed, I hope, to congratulate you which I do with all my soul, I assure you on your not having sustained a greater loss." "Thank'ee," replied Bounderby, in a short, ungracious manner. "But I te... | Hard Times |
"Very well. And this young man, Bitzer, you saw him too on the same occasion?" | Mr. James Harthouse | have already had the honour"<|quote|>"Very well. And this young man, Bitzer, you saw him too on the same occasion?"</|quote|>Mr. Harthouse inclined his head | a lady), Mrs. Sparsit?" "I have already had the honour"<|quote|>"Very well. And this young man, Bitzer, you saw him too on the same occasion?"</|quote|>Mr. Harthouse inclined his head in assent, and Bitzer knuckled | I am going to tell you," said Bounderby, irritably giving his arm to Mrs. Sparsit. "If you hadn't been so mighty particular about the sum, I should have begun to tell you before. You know this lady (for she _is_ a lady), Mrs. Sparsit?" "I have already had the honour"<|quote|>"Very well. And this young man, Bitzer, you ... | I told her! Never knew her do such a thing before. Does her credit, under the circumstances, in my opinion!" She still looked faint and pale. James Harthouse begged her to take his arm; and as they moved on very slowly, asked her how the robbery had been committed. "Why, I am going to tell you," said Bounderby, irritab... | tell you what. It might have been twenty thousand pound." "I suppose it might." "Suppose it might! By the Lord, you _may_ suppose so. By George!" said Mr. Bounderby, with sundry menacing nods and shakes of his head. "It might have been twice twenty. There's no knowing what it would have been, or wouldn't have been, as ... | planted himself in the centre of the path before the horse's head, to explode his bombshell with more effect. "The Bank's robbed!" "You don't mean it!" "Robbed last night, sir. Robbed in an extraordinary manner. Robbed with a false key." "Of much?" Mr. Bounderby, in his desire to make the most of it, really seemed mort... | behind which she lived, had melted away. All very odd, and very satisfactory! And yet he had not, even now, any earnest wickedness of purpose in him. Publicly and privately, it were much better for the age in which he lived, that he and the legion of whom he was one were designedly bad, than indifferent and purposeless... | James, dismounting, and giving his bridle to his servant, "I _do_ see it; and am as overcome as you can possibly desire me to be, by the spectacle afforded to my mental view. Nevertheless, I may be allowed, I hope, to congratulate you which I do with all my soul, I assure you on your not having sustained a greater loss... | Hard Times |
Mr. Harthouse inclined his head in assent, and Bitzer knuckled his forehead. | No speaker | too on the same occasion?"<|quote|>Mr. Harthouse inclined his head in assent, and Bitzer knuckled his forehead.</|quote|>"Very well. They live at | man, Bitzer, you saw him too on the same occasion?"<|quote|>Mr. Harthouse inclined his head in assent, and Bitzer knuckled his forehead.</|quote|>"Very well. They live at the Bank. You know they | "If you hadn't been so mighty particular about the sum, I should have begun to tell you before. You know this lady (for she _is_ a lady), Mrs. Sparsit?" "I have already had the honour" "Very well. And this young man, Bitzer, you saw him too on the same occasion?"<|quote|>Mr. Harthouse inclined his head in assent, and B... | the circumstances, in my opinion!" She still looked faint and pale. James Harthouse begged her to take his arm; and as they moved on very slowly, asked her how the robbery had been committed. "Why, I am going to tell you," said Bounderby, irritably giving his arm to Mrs. Sparsit. "If you hadn't been so mighty particula... | it might! By the Lord, you _may_ suppose so. By George!" said Mr. Bounderby, with sundry menacing nods and shakes of his head. "It might have been twice twenty. There's no knowing what it would have been, or wouldn't have been, as it was, but for the fellows' being disturbed." Louisa had come up now, and Mrs. Sparsit, ... | bombshell with more effect. "The Bank's robbed!" "You don't mean it!" "Robbed last night, sir. Robbed in an extraordinary manner. Robbed with a false key." "Of much?" Mr. Bounderby, in his desire to make the most of it, really seemed mortified by being obliged to reply, "Why, no; not of very much. But it might have bee... | he had not, even now, any earnest wickedness of purpose in him. Publicly and privately, it were much better for the age in which he lived, that he and the legion of whom he was one were designedly bad, than indifferent and purposeless. It is the drifting icebergs setting with any current anywhere, that wreck the ships.... | "to do" at some distance, which afforded a tolerable opportunity of going in for the Gradgrind men he dressed early and went down to breakfast. He was anxious to see if she had relapsed since the previous evening. No. He resumed where he had left off. There was a look of interest for him again. He got through the day a... | Hard Times |
"Very well. They live at the Bank. You know they live at the Bank, perhaps? Very well. Yesterday afternoon, at the close of business hours, everything was put away as usual. In the iron room that this young fellow sleeps outside of, there was never mind how much. In the little safe in young Tom's closet, the safe used ... | Mrs. Sparsit | and Bitzer knuckled his forehead.<|quote|>"Very well. They live at the Bank. You know they live at the Bank, perhaps? Very well. Yesterday afternoon, at the close of business hours, everything was put away as usual. In the iron room that this young fellow sleeps outside of, there was never mind how much. In the little ... | inclined his head in assent, and Bitzer knuckled his forehead.<|quote|>"Very well. They live at the Bank. You know they live at the Bank, perhaps? Very well. Yesterday afternoon, at the close of business hours, everything was put away as usual. In the iron room that this young fellow sleeps outside of, there was never ... | have begun to tell you before. You know this lady (for she _is_ a lady), Mrs. Sparsit?" "I have already had the honour" "Very well. And this young man, Bitzer, you saw him too on the same occasion?" Mr. Harthouse inclined his head in assent, and Bitzer knuckled his forehead.<|quote|>"Very well. They live at the Bank. Y... | Harthouse begged her to take his arm; and as they moved on very slowly, asked her how the robbery had been committed. "Why, I am going to tell you," said Bounderby, irritably giving his arm to Mrs. Sparsit. "If you hadn't been so mighty particular about the sum, I should have begun to tell you before. You know this lad... | Mr. Bounderby, with sundry menacing nods and shakes of his head. "It might have been twice twenty. There's no knowing what it would have been, or wouldn't have been, as it was, but for the fellows' being disturbed." Louisa had come up now, and Mrs. Sparsit, and Bitzer. "Here's Tom Gradgrind's daughter knows pretty well... | last night, sir. Robbed in an extraordinary manner. Robbed with a false key." "Of much?" Mr. Bounderby, in his desire to make the most of it, really seemed mortified by being obliged to reply, "Why, no; not of very much. But it might have been." "Of how much?" "Oh! as a sum if you stick to a sum of not more than a hund... | Publicly and privately, it were much better for the age in which he lived, that he and the legion of whom he was one were designedly bad, than indifferent and purposeless. It is the drifting icebergs setting with any current anywhere, that wreck the ships. When the Devil goeth about like a roaring lion, he goeth about ... | tell you what. It might have been twenty thousand pound." "I suppose it might." "Suppose it might! By the Lord, you _may_ suppose so. By George!" said Mr. Bounderby, with sundry menacing nods and shakes of his head. "It might have been twice twenty. There's no knowing what it would have been, or wouldn't have been, as ... | Hard Times |
"A hundred and fifty-four, seven, one," | Bitzer | hundred and fifty odd pound."<|quote|>"A hundred and fifty-four, seven, one,"</|quote|>said Bitzer. "Come!" retorted Bounderby, | petty purposes, there was a hundred and fifty odd pound."<|quote|>"A hundred and fifty-four, seven, one,"</|quote|>said Bitzer. "Come!" retorted Bounderby, stopping to wheel round upon | the close of business hours, everything was put away as usual. In the iron room that this young fellow sleeps outside of, there was never mind how much. In the little safe in young Tom's closet, the safe used for petty purposes, there was a hundred and fifty odd pound."<|quote|>"A hundred and fifty-four, seven, one,"</... | had the honour" "Very well. And this young man, Bitzer, you saw him too on the same occasion?" Mr. Harthouse inclined his head in assent, and Bitzer knuckled his forehead. "Very well. They live at the Bank. You know they live at the Bank, perhaps? Very well. Yesterday afternoon, at the close of business hours, everythi... | was shot when I told her! Never knew her do such a thing before. Does her credit, under the circumstances, in my opinion!" She still looked faint and pale. James Harthouse begged her to take his arm; and as they moved on very slowly, asked her how the robbery had been committed. "Why, I am going to tell you," said Boun... | impatience. "But it's not the sum; it's the fact. It's the fact of the Bank being robbed, that's the important circumstance. I am surprised you don't see it." "My dear Bounderby," said James, dismounting, and giving his bridle to his servant, "I _do_ see it; and am as overcome as you can possibly desire me to be, by th... | when he is trimmed, smoothed, and varnished, according to the mode; when he is aweary of vice, and aweary of virtue, used up as to brimstone, and used up as to bliss; then, whether he take to the serving out of red tape, or to the kindling of red fire, he is the very Devil. So James Harthouse reclined in the window, in... | knowing what it would have been, or wouldn't have been, as it was, but for the fellows' being disturbed." Louisa had come up now, and Mrs. Sparsit, and Bitzer. "Here's Tom Gradgrind's daughter knows pretty well what it might have been, if you don't," blustered Bounderby. "Dropped, sir, as if she was shot when I told he... | Hard Times |
said Bitzer. | No speaker | hundred and fifty-four, seven, one,"<|quote|>said Bitzer.</|quote|>"Come!" retorted Bounderby, stopping to | and fifty odd pound." "A hundred and fifty-four, seven, one,"<|quote|>said Bitzer.</|quote|>"Come!" retorted Bounderby, stopping to wheel round upon him, "let's | was put away as usual. In the iron room that this young fellow sleeps outside of, there was never mind how much. In the little safe in young Tom's closet, the safe used for petty purposes, there was a hundred and fifty odd pound." "A hundred and fifty-four, seven, one,"<|quote|>said Bitzer.</|quote|>"Come!" retorted Bo... | this young man, Bitzer, you saw him too on the same occasion?" Mr. Harthouse inclined his head in assent, and Bitzer knuckled his forehead. "Very well. They live at the Bank. You know they live at the Bank, perhaps? Very well. Yesterday afternoon, at the close of business hours, everything was put away as usual. In the... | Never knew her do such a thing before. Does her credit, under the circumstances, in my opinion!" She still looked faint and pale. James Harthouse begged her to take his arm; and as they moved on very slowly, asked her how the robbery had been committed. "Why, I am going to tell you," said Bounderby, irritably giving hi... | it's the fact. It's the fact of the Bank being robbed, that's the important circumstance. I am surprised you don't see it." "My dear Bounderby," said James, dismounting, and giving his bridle to his servant, "I _do_ see it; and am as overcome as you can possibly desire me to be, by the spectacle afforded to my mental v... | varnished, according to the mode; when he is aweary of vice, and aweary of virtue, used up as to brimstone, and used up as to bliss; then, whether he take to the serving out of red tape, or to the kindling of red fire, he is the very Devil. So James Harthouse reclined in the window, indolently smoking, and reckoning up... | the road. "Harthouse!" cried Mr. Bounderby. "Have you heard?" "Heard what?" said Harthouse, soothing his horse, and inwardly favouring Mr. Bounderby with no good wishes. "Then you _haven't_ heard!" "I have heard you, and so has this brute. I have heard nothing else." Mr. Bounderby, red and hot, planted himself in the c... | Hard Times |
"Come!" | Josiah Bounderby | fifty-four, seven, one," said Bitzer.<|quote|>"Come!"</|quote|>retorted Bounderby, stopping to wheel | odd pound." "A hundred and fifty-four, seven, one," said Bitzer.<|quote|>"Come!"</|quote|>retorted Bounderby, stopping to wheel round upon him, "let's have | away as usual. In the iron room that this young fellow sleeps outside of, there was never mind how much. In the little safe in young Tom's closet, the safe used for petty purposes, there was a hundred and fifty odd pound." "A hundred and fifty-four, seven, one," said Bitzer.<|quote|>"Come!"</|quote|>retorted Bounderby,... | man, Bitzer, you saw him too on the same occasion?" Mr. Harthouse inclined his head in assent, and Bitzer knuckled his forehead. "Very well. They live at the Bank. You know they live at the Bank, perhaps? Very well. Yesterday afternoon, at the close of business hours, everything was put away as usual. In the iron room ... | her do such a thing before. Does her credit, under the circumstances, in my opinion!" She still looked faint and pale. James Harthouse begged her to take his arm; and as they moved on very slowly, asked her how the robbery had been committed. "Why, I am going to tell you," said Bounderby, irritably giving his arm to Mr... | fact. It's the fact of the Bank being robbed, that's the important circumstance. I am surprised you don't see it." "My dear Bounderby," said James, dismounting, and giving his bridle to his servant, "I _do_ see it; and am as overcome as you can possibly desire me to be, by the spectacle afforded to my mental view. Neve... | to the mode; when he is aweary of vice, and aweary of virtue, used up as to brimstone, and used up as to bliss; then, whether he take to the serving out of red tape, or to the kindling of red fire, he is the very Devil. So James Harthouse reclined in the window, indolently smoking, and reckoning up the steps he had tak... | nods and shakes of his head. "It might have been twice twenty. There's no knowing what it would have been, or wouldn't have been, as it was, but for the fellows' being disturbed." Louisa had come up now, and Mrs. Sparsit, and Bitzer. "Here's Tom Gradgrind's daughter knows pretty well what it might have been, if you don... | Hard Times |
retorted Bounderby, stopping to wheel round upon him, | No speaker | seven, one," said Bitzer. "Come!"<|quote|>retorted Bounderby, stopping to wheel round upon him,</|quote|>"let's have none of _your_ | pound." "A hundred and fifty-four, seven, one," said Bitzer. "Come!"<|quote|>retorted Bounderby, stopping to wheel round upon him,</|quote|>"let's have none of _your_ interruptions. It's enough to be | as usual. In the iron room that this young fellow sleeps outside of, there was never mind how much. In the little safe in young Tom's closet, the safe used for petty purposes, there was a hundred and fifty odd pound." "A hundred and fifty-four, seven, one," said Bitzer. "Come!"<|quote|>retorted Bounderby, stopping to w... | Bitzer, you saw him too on the same occasion?" Mr. Harthouse inclined his head in assent, and Bitzer knuckled his forehead. "Very well. They live at the Bank. You know they live at the Bank, perhaps? Very well. Yesterday afternoon, at the close of business hours, everything was put away as usual. In the iron room that ... | do such a thing before. Does her credit, under the circumstances, in my opinion!" She still looked faint and pale. James Harthouse begged her to take his arm; and as they moved on very slowly, asked her how the robbery had been committed. "Why, I am going to tell you," said Bounderby, irritably giving his arm to Mrs. S... | It's the fact of the Bank being robbed, that's the important circumstance. I am surprised you don't see it." "My dear Bounderby," said James, dismounting, and giving his bridle to his servant, "I _do_ see it; and am as overcome as you can possibly desire me to be, by the spectacle afforded to my mental view. Neverthele... | the mode; when he is aweary of vice, and aweary of virtue, used up as to brimstone, and used up as to bliss; then, whether he take to the serving out of red tape, or to the kindling of red fire, he is the very Devil. So James Harthouse reclined in the window, indolently smoking, and reckoning up the steps he had taken ... | much. But it might have been." "Of how much?" "Oh! as a sum if you stick to a sum of not more than a hundred and fifty pound," said Bounderby, with impatience. "But it's not the sum; it's the fact. It's the fact of the Bank being robbed, that's the important circumstance. I am surprised you don't see it." "My dear Boun... | Hard Times |
"let's have none of _your_ interruptions. It's enough to be robbed while you're snoring because you're too comfortable, without being put right with _your_ four seven ones. I didn't snore, myself, when I was your age, let me tell you. I hadn't victuals enough to snore. And I didn't four seven one. Not if I knew it." | Josiah Bounderby | to wheel round upon him,<|quote|>"let's have none of _your_ interruptions. It's enough to be robbed while you're snoring because you're too comfortable, without being put right with _your_ four seven ones. I didn't snore, myself, when I was your age, let me tell you. I hadn't victuals enough to snore. And I didn't four... | Bitzer. "Come!" retorted Bounderby, stopping to wheel round upon him,<|quote|>"let's have none of _your_ interruptions. It's enough to be robbed while you're snoring because you're too comfortable, without being put right with _your_ four seven ones. I didn't snore, myself, when I was your age, let me tell you. I hadn'... | young fellow sleeps outside of, there was never mind how much. In the little safe in young Tom's closet, the safe used for petty purposes, there was a hundred and fifty odd pound." "A hundred and fifty-four, seven, one," said Bitzer. "Come!" retorted Bounderby, stopping to wheel round upon him,<|quote|>"let's have none... | occasion?" Mr. Harthouse inclined his head in assent, and Bitzer knuckled his forehead. "Very well. They live at the Bank. You know they live at the Bank, perhaps? Very well. Yesterday afternoon, at the close of business hours, everything was put away as usual. In the iron room that this young fellow sleeps outside of,... | under the circumstances, in my opinion!" She still looked faint and pale. James Harthouse begged her to take his arm; and as they moved on very slowly, asked her how the robbery had been committed. "Why, I am going to tell you," said Bounderby, irritably giving his arm to Mrs. Sparsit. "If you hadn't been so mighty par... | that's the important circumstance. I am surprised you don't see it." "My dear Bounderby," said James, dismounting, and giving his bridle to his servant, "I _do_ see it; and am as overcome as you can possibly desire me to be, by the spectacle afforded to my mental view. Nevertheless, I may be allowed, I hope, to congrat... | and aweary of virtue, used up as to brimstone, and used up as to bliss; then, whether he take to the serving out of red tape, or to the kindling of red fire, he is the very Devil. So James Harthouse reclined in the window, indolently smoking, and reckoning up the steps he had taken on the road by which he happened to b... | heard!" "I have heard you, and so has this brute. I have heard nothing else." Mr. Bounderby, red and hot, planted himself in the centre of the path before the horse's head, to explode his bombshell with more effect. "The Bank's robbed!" "You don't mean it!" "Robbed last night, sir. Robbed in an extraordinary manner. Ro... | Hard Times |
Bitzer knuckled his forehead again, in a sneaking manner, and seemed at once particularly impressed and depressed by the instance last given of Mr. Bounderby's moral abstinence. | No speaker | Not if I knew it."<|quote|>Bitzer knuckled his forehead again, in a sneaking manner, and seemed at once particularly impressed and depressed by the instance last given of Mr. Bounderby's moral abstinence.</|quote|>"A hundred and fifty odd | I didn't four seven one. Not if I knew it."<|quote|>Bitzer knuckled his forehead again, in a sneaking manner, and seemed at once particularly impressed and depressed by the instance last given of Mr. Bounderby's moral abstinence.</|quote|>"A hundred and fifty odd pound," resumed Mr. Bounderby. "That | enough to be robbed while you're snoring because you're too comfortable, without being put right with _your_ four seven ones. I didn't snore, myself, when I was your age, let me tell you. I hadn't victuals enough to snore. And I didn't four seven one. Not if I knew it."<|quote|>Bitzer knuckled his forehead again, in a ... | never mind how much. In the little safe in young Tom's closet, the safe used for petty purposes, there was a hundred and fifty odd pound." "A hundred and fifty-four, seven, one," said Bitzer. "Come!" retorted Bounderby, stopping to wheel round upon him, "let's have none of _your_ interruptions. It's enough to be robbed... | particular about the sum, I should have begun to tell you before. You know this lady (for she _is_ a lady), Mrs. Sparsit?" "I have already had the honour" "Very well. And this young man, Bitzer, you saw him too on the same occasion?" Mr. Harthouse inclined his head in assent, and Bitzer knuckled his forehead. "Very wel... | you which I do with all my soul, I assure you on your not having sustained a greater loss." "Thank'ee," replied Bounderby, in a short, ungracious manner. "But I tell you what. It might have been twenty thousand pound." "I suppose it might." "Suppose it might! By the Lord, you _may_ suppose so. By George!" said Mr. Boun... | road by which he happened to be travelling. The end to which it led was before him, pretty plainly; but he troubled himself with no calculations about it. What will be, will be. As he had rather a long ride to take that day for there was a public occasion "to do" at some distance, which afforded a tolerable opportunity... | Does her credit, under the circumstances, in my opinion!" She still looked faint and pale. James Harthouse begged her to take his arm; and as they moved on very slowly, asked her how the robbery had been committed. "Why, I am going to tell you," said Bounderby, irritably giving his arm to Mrs. Sparsit. "If you hadn't b... | Hard Times |
"A hundred and fifty odd pound," | Josiah Bounderby | of Mr. Bounderby's moral abstinence.<|quote|>"A hundred and fifty odd pound,"</|quote|>resumed Mr. Bounderby. "That sum | by the instance last given of Mr. Bounderby's moral abstinence.<|quote|>"A hundred and fifty odd pound,"</|quote|>resumed Mr. Bounderby. "That sum of money, young Tom locked | your age, let me tell you. I hadn't victuals enough to snore. And I didn't four seven one. Not if I knew it." Bitzer knuckled his forehead again, in a sneaking manner, and seemed at once particularly impressed and depressed by the instance last given of Mr. Bounderby's moral abstinence.<|quote|>"A hundred and fifty odd... | hundred and fifty-four, seven, one," said Bitzer. "Come!" retorted Bounderby, stopping to wheel round upon him, "let's have none of _your_ interruptions. It's enough to be robbed while you're snoring because you're too comfortable, without being put right with _your_ four seven ones. I didn't snore, myself, when I was ... | the honour" "Very well. And this young man, Bitzer, you saw him too on the same occasion?" Mr. Harthouse inclined his head in assent, and Bitzer knuckled his forehead. "Very well. They live at the Bank. You know they live at the Bank, perhaps? Very well. Yesterday afternoon, at the close of business hours, everything w... | "But I tell you what. It might have been twenty thousand pound." "I suppose it might." "Suppose it might! By the Lord, you _may_ suppose so. By George!" said Mr. Bounderby, with sundry menacing nods and shakes of his head. "It might have been twice twenty. There's no knowing what it would have been, or wouldn't have be... | it. What will be, will be. As he had rather a long ride to take that day for there was a public occasion "to do" at some distance, which afforded a tolerable opportunity of going in for the Gradgrind men he dressed early and went down to breakfast. He was anxious to see if she had relapsed since the previous evening. N... | _do_ see it; and am as overcome as you can possibly desire me to be, by the spectacle afforded to my mental view. Nevertheless, I may be allowed, I hope, to congratulate you which I do with all my soul, I assure you on your not having sustained a greater loss." "Thank'ee," replied Bounderby, in a short, ungracious mann... | Hard Times |
resumed Mr. Bounderby. | No speaker | hundred and fifty odd pound,"<|quote|>resumed Mr. Bounderby.</|quote|>"That sum of money, young | Mr. Bounderby's moral abstinence. "A hundred and fifty odd pound,"<|quote|>resumed Mr. Bounderby.</|quote|>"That sum of money, young Tom locked in his safe, | I hadn't victuals enough to snore. And I didn't four seven one. Not if I knew it." Bitzer knuckled his forehead again, in a sneaking manner, and seemed at once particularly impressed and depressed by the instance last given of Mr. Bounderby's moral abstinence. "A hundred and fifty odd pound,"<|quote|>resumed Mr. Bounde... | Bitzer. "Come!" retorted Bounderby, stopping to wheel round upon him, "let's have none of _your_ interruptions. It's enough to be robbed while you're snoring because you're too comfortable, without being put right with _your_ four seven ones. I didn't snore, myself, when I was your age, let me tell you. I hadn't victua... | young man, Bitzer, you saw him too on the same occasion?" Mr. Harthouse inclined his head in assent, and Bitzer knuckled his forehead. "Very well. They live at the Bank. You know they live at the Bank, perhaps? Very well. Yesterday afternoon, at the close of business hours, everything was put away as usual. In the iron... | might have been twenty thousand pound." "I suppose it might." "Suppose it might! By the Lord, you _may_ suppose so. By George!" said Mr. Bounderby, with sundry menacing nods and shakes of his head. "It might have been twice twenty. There's no knowing what it would have been, or wouldn't have been, as it was, but for th... | As he had rather a long ride to take that day for there was a public occasion "to do" at some distance, which afforded a tolerable opportunity of going in for the Gradgrind men he dressed early and went down to breakfast. He was anxious to see if she had relapsed since the previous evening. No. He resumed where he had ... | by being obliged to reply, "Why, no; not of very much. But it might have been." "Of how much?" "Oh! as a sum if you stick to a sum of not more than a hundred and fifty pound," said Bounderby, with impatience. "But it's not the sum; it's the fact. It's the fact of the Bank being robbed, that's the important circumstance... | Hard Times |
"That sum of money, young Tom locked in his safe, not a very strong safe, but that's no matter now. Everything was left, all right. Some time in the night, while this young fellow snored Mrs. Sparsit, ma'am, you say you have heard him snore?" | Josiah Bounderby | odd pound," resumed Mr. Bounderby.<|quote|>"That sum of money, young Tom locked in his safe, not a very strong safe, but that's no matter now. Everything was left, all right. Some time in the night, while this young fellow snored Mrs. Sparsit, ma'am, you say you have heard him snore?"</|quote|>"Sir," returned Mrs. Spar... | abstinence. "A hundred and fifty odd pound," resumed Mr. Bounderby.<|quote|>"That sum of money, young Tom locked in his safe, not a very strong safe, but that's no matter now. Everything was left, all right. Some time in the night, while this young fellow snored Mrs. Sparsit, ma'am, you say you have heard him snore?"</... | enough to snore. And I didn't four seven one. Not if I knew it." Bitzer knuckled his forehead again, in a sneaking manner, and seemed at once particularly impressed and depressed by the instance last given of Mr. Bounderby's moral abstinence. "A hundred and fifty odd pound," resumed Mr. Bounderby.<|quote|>"That sum of ... | Bounderby, stopping to wheel round upon him, "let's have none of _your_ interruptions. It's enough to be robbed while you're snoring because you're too comfortable, without being put right with _your_ four seven ones. I didn't snore, myself, when I was your age, let me tell you. I hadn't victuals enough to snore. And I... | you saw him too on the same occasion?" Mr. Harthouse inclined his head in assent, and Bitzer knuckled his forehead. "Very well. They live at the Bank. You know they live at the Bank, perhaps? Very well. Yesterday afternoon, at the close of business hours, everything was put away as usual. In the iron room that this you... | twenty thousand pound." "I suppose it might." "Suppose it might! By the Lord, you _may_ suppose so. By George!" said Mr. Bounderby, with sundry menacing nods and shakes of his head. "It might have been twice twenty. There's no knowing what it would have been, or wouldn't have been, as it was, but for the fellows' being... | rather a long ride to take that day for there was a public occasion "to do" at some distance, which afforded a tolerable opportunity of going in for the Gradgrind men he dressed early and went down to breakfast. He was anxious to see if she had relapsed since the previous evening. No. He resumed where he had left off. ... | credit, under the circumstances, in my opinion!" She still looked faint and pale. James Harthouse begged her to take his arm; and as they moved on very slowly, asked her how the robbery had been committed. "Why, I am going to tell you," said Bounderby, irritably giving his arm to Mrs. Sparsit. "If you hadn't been so mi... | Hard Times |
"Sir," | Mrs. Sparsit | you have heard him snore?"<|quote|>"Sir,"</|quote|>returned Mrs. Sparsit, "I cannot | Mrs. Sparsit, ma'am, you say you have heard him snore?"<|quote|>"Sir,"</|quote|>returned Mrs. Sparsit, "I cannot say that I have heard | odd pound," resumed Mr. Bounderby. "That sum of money, young Tom locked in his safe, not a very strong safe, but that's no matter now. Everything was left, all right. Some time in the night, while this young fellow snored Mrs. Sparsit, ma'am, you say you have heard him snore?"<|quote|>"Sir,"</|quote|>returned Mrs. Spar... | tell you. I hadn't victuals enough to snore. And I didn't four seven one. Not if I knew it." Bitzer knuckled his forehead again, in a sneaking manner, and seemed at once particularly impressed and depressed by the instance last given of Mr. Bounderby's moral abstinence. "A hundred and fifty odd pound," resumed Mr. Boun... | everything was put away as usual. In the iron room that this young fellow sleeps outside of, there was never mind how much. In the little safe in young Tom's closet, the safe used for petty purposes, there was a hundred and fifty odd pound." "A hundred and fifty-four, seven, one," said Bitzer. "Come!" retorted Bounderb... | or wouldn't have been, as it was, but for the fellows' being disturbed." Louisa had come up now, and Mrs. Sparsit, and Bitzer. "Here's Tom Gradgrind's daughter knows pretty well what it might have been, if you don't," blustered Bounderby. "Dropped, sir, as if she was shot when I told her! Never knew her do such a thing... | she had relapsed since the previous evening. No. He resumed where he had left off. There was a look of interest for him again. He got through the day as much (or as little) to his own satisfaction, as was to be expected under the fatiguing circumstances; and came riding back at six o'clock. There was a sweep of some ha... | before. You know this lady (for she _is_ a lady), Mrs. Sparsit?" "I have already had the honour" "Very well. And this young man, Bitzer, you saw him too on the same occasion?" Mr. Harthouse inclined his head in assent, and Bitzer knuckled his forehead. "Very well. They live at the Bank. You know they live at the Bank, ... | Hard Times |
returned Mrs. Sparsit, | No speaker | have heard him snore?" "Sir,"<|quote|>returned Mrs. Sparsit,</|quote|>"I cannot say that I | Sparsit, ma'am, you say you have heard him snore?" "Sir,"<|quote|>returned Mrs. Sparsit,</|quote|>"I cannot say that I have heard him precisely snore, | pound," resumed Mr. Bounderby. "That sum of money, young Tom locked in his safe, not a very strong safe, but that's no matter now. Everything was left, all right. Some time in the night, while this young fellow snored Mrs. Sparsit, ma'am, you say you have heard him snore?" "Sir,"<|quote|>returned Mrs. Sparsit,</|quote|... | you. I hadn't victuals enough to snore. And I didn't four seven one. Not if I knew it." Bitzer knuckled his forehead again, in a sneaking manner, and seemed at once particularly impressed and depressed by the instance last given of Mr. Bounderby's moral abstinence. "A hundred and fifty odd pound," resumed Mr. Bounderby... | was put away as usual. In the iron room that this young fellow sleeps outside of, there was never mind how much. In the little safe in young Tom's closet, the safe used for petty purposes, there was a hundred and fifty odd pound." "A hundred and fifty-four, seven, one," said Bitzer. "Come!" retorted Bounderby, stopping... | wouldn't have been, as it was, but for the fellows' being disturbed." Louisa had come up now, and Mrs. Sparsit, and Bitzer. "Here's Tom Gradgrind's daughter knows pretty well what it might have been, if you don't," blustered Bounderby. "Dropped, sir, as if she was shot when I told her! Never knew her do such a thing be... | had relapsed since the previous evening. No. He resumed where he had left off. There was a look of interest for him again. He got through the day as much (or as little) to his own satisfaction, as was to be expected under the fatiguing circumstances; and came riding back at six o'clock. There was a sweep of some half-m... | Lord, you _may_ suppose so. By George!" said Mr. Bounderby, with sundry menacing nods and shakes of his head. "It might have been twice twenty. There's no knowing what it would have been, or wouldn't have been, as it was, but for the fellows' being disturbed." Louisa had come up now, and Mrs. Sparsit, and Bitzer. "Here... | Hard Times |
"I cannot say that I have heard him precisely snore, and therefore must not make that statement. But on winter evenings, when he has fallen asleep at his table, I have heard him, what I should prefer to describe as partially choke. I have heard him on such occasions produce sounds of a nature similar to what may be som... | Mrs. Sparsit | snore?" "Sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit,<|quote|>"I cannot say that I have heard him precisely snore, and therefore must not make that statement. But on winter evenings, when he has fallen asleep at his table, I have heard him, what I should prefer to describe as partially choke. I have heard him on such occasions produce... | say you have heard him snore?" "Sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit,<|quote|>"I cannot say that I have heard him precisely snore, and therefore must not make that statement. But on winter evenings, when he has fallen asleep at his table, I have heard him, what I should prefer to describe as partially choke. I have heard him on... | Bounderby. "That sum of money, young Tom locked in his safe, not a very strong safe, but that's no matter now. Everything was left, all right. Some time in the night, while this young fellow snored Mrs. Sparsit, ma'am, you say you have heard him snore?" "Sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit,<|quote|>"I cannot say that I have he... | victuals enough to snore. And I didn't four seven one. Not if I knew it." Bitzer knuckled his forehead again, in a sneaking manner, and seemed at once particularly impressed and depressed by the instance last given of Mr. Bounderby's moral abstinence. "A hundred and fifty odd pound," resumed Mr. Bounderby. "That sum of... | as usual. In the iron room that this young fellow sleeps outside of, there was never mind how much. In the little safe in young Tom's closet, the safe used for petty purposes, there was a hundred and fifty odd pound." "A hundred and fifty-four, seven, one," said Bitzer. "Come!" retorted Bounderby, stopping to wheel rou... | as it was, but for the fellows' being disturbed." Louisa had come up now, and Mrs. Sparsit, and Bitzer. "Here's Tom Gradgrind's daughter knows pretty well what it might have been, if you don't," blustered Bounderby. "Dropped, sir, as if she was shot when I told her! Never knew her do such a thing before. Does her credi... | the previous evening. No. He resumed where he had left off. There was a look of interest for him again. He got through the day as much (or as little) to his own satisfaction, as was to be expected under the fatiguing circumstances; and came riding back at six o'clock. There was a sweep of some half-mile between the lod... | put away as usual. In the iron room that this young fellow sleeps outside of, there was never mind how much. In the little safe in young Tom's closet, the safe used for petty purposes, there was a hundred and fifty odd pound." "A hundred and fifty-four, seven, one," said Bitzer. "Come!" retorted Bounderby, stopping to ... | Hard Times |
said Mrs. Sparsit, with a lofty sense of giving strict evidence, | No speaker | heard in Dutch clocks. Not,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit, with a lofty sense of giving strict evidence,</|quote|>"that I would convey any | to what may be sometimes heard in Dutch clocks. Not,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit, with a lofty sense of giving strict evidence,</|quote|>"that I would convey any imputation on his moral character. | that statement. But on winter evenings, when he has fallen asleep at his table, I have heard him, what I should prefer to describe as partially choke. I have heard him on such occasions produce sounds of a nature similar to what may be sometimes heard in Dutch clocks. Not,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit, with a lofty sense... | safe, but that's no matter now. Everything was left, all right. Some time in the night, while this young fellow snored Mrs. Sparsit, ma'am, you say you have heard him snore?" "Sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, "I cannot say that I have heard him precisely snore, and therefore must not make that statement. But on winter even... | enough to be robbed while you're snoring because you're too comfortable, without being put right with _your_ four seven ones. I didn't snore, myself, when I was your age, let me tell you. I hadn't victuals enough to snore. And I didn't four seven one. Not if I knew it." Bitzer knuckled his forehead again, in a sneaking... | still looked faint and pale. James Harthouse begged her to take his arm; and as they moved on very slowly, asked her how the robbery had been committed. "Why, I am going to tell you," said Bounderby, irritably giving his arm to Mrs. Sparsit. "If you hadn't been so mighty particular about the sum, I should have begun to... | was riding along at a foot pace over the smooth gravel, once Nickits's, when Mr. Bounderby burst out of the shrubbery, with such violence as to make his horse shy across the road. "Harthouse!" cried Mr. Bounderby. "Have you heard?" "Heard what?" said Harthouse, soothing his horse, and inwardly favouring Mr. Bounderby w... | Sparsit, and Bitzer. "Here's Tom Gradgrind's daughter knows pretty well what it might have been, if you don't," blustered Bounderby. "Dropped, sir, as if she was shot when I told her! Never knew her do such a thing before. Does her credit, under the circumstances, in my opinion!" She still looked faint and pale. James ... | Hard Times |
"that I would convey any imputation on his moral character. Far from it. I have always considered Bitzer a young man of the most upright principle; and to that I beg to bear my testimony." | Mrs. Sparsit | sense of giving strict evidence,<|quote|>"that I would convey any imputation on his moral character. Far from it. I have always considered Bitzer a young man of the most upright principle; and to that I beg to bear my testimony."</|quote|>"Well!" said the exasperated Bounderby, | Mrs. Sparsit, with a lofty sense of giving strict evidence,<|quote|>"that I would convey any imputation on his moral character. Far from it. I have always considered Bitzer a young man of the most upright principle; and to that I beg to bear my testimony."</|quote|>"Well!" said the exasperated Bounderby, "while he was ... | at his table, I have heard him, what I should prefer to describe as partially choke. I have heard him on such occasions produce sounds of a nature similar to what may be sometimes heard in Dutch clocks. Not," said Mrs. Sparsit, with a lofty sense of giving strict evidence,<|quote|>"that I would convey any imputation on... | Some time in the night, while this young fellow snored Mrs. Sparsit, ma'am, you say you have heard him snore?" "Sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, "I cannot say that I have heard him precisely snore, and therefore must not make that statement. But on winter evenings, when he has fallen asleep at his table, I have heard him, ... | without being put right with _your_ four seven ones. I didn't snore, myself, when I was your age, let me tell you. I hadn't victuals enough to snore. And I didn't four seven one. Not if I knew it." Bitzer knuckled his forehead again, in a sneaking manner, and seemed at once particularly impressed and depressed by the i... | his arm; and as they moved on very slowly, asked her how the robbery had been committed. "Why, I am going to tell you," said Bounderby, irritably giving his arm to Mrs. Sparsit. "If you hadn't been so mighty particular about the sum, I should have begun to tell you before. You know this lady (for she _is_ a lady), Mrs.... | once Nickits's, when Mr. Bounderby burst out of the shrubbery, with such violence as to make his horse shy across the road. "Harthouse!" cried Mr. Bounderby. "Have you heard?" "Heard what?" said Harthouse, soothing his horse, and inwardly favouring Mr. Bounderby with no good wishes. "Then you _haven't_ heard!" "I have ... | menacing nods and shakes of his head. "It might have been twice twenty. There's no knowing what it would have been, or wouldn't have been, as it was, but for the fellows' being disturbed." Louisa had come up now, and Mrs. Sparsit, and Bitzer. "Here's Tom Gradgrind's daughter knows pretty well what it might have been, i... | Hard Times |
"Well!" | Josiah Bounderby | beg to bear my testimony."<|quote|>"Well!"</|quote|>said the exasperated Bounderby, "while | principle; and to that I beg to bear my testimony."<|quote|>"Well!"</|quote|>said the exasperated Bounderby, "while he was snoring, _or_ choking, | in Dutch clocks. Not," said Mrs. Sparsit, with a lofty sense of giving strict evidence, "that I would convey any imputation on his moral character. Far from it. I have always considered Bitzer a young man of the most upright principle; and to that I beg to bear my testimony."<|quote|>"Well!"</|quote|>said the exasperat... | therefore must not make that statement. But on winter evenings, when he has fallen asleep at his table, I have heard him, what I should prefer to describe as partially choke. I have heard him on such occasions produce sounds of a nature similar to what may be sometimes heard in Dutch clocks. Not," said Mrs. Sparsit, wi... | if I knew it." Bitzer knuckled his forehead again, in a sneaking manner, and seemed at once particularly impressed and depressed by the instance last given of Mr. Bounderby's moral abstinence. "A hundred and fifty odd pound," resumed Mr. Bounderby. "That sum of money, young Tom locked in his safe, not a very strong saf... | hadn't been so mighty particular about the sum, I should have begun to tell you before. You know this lady (for she _is_ a lady), Mrs. Sparsit?" "I have already had the honour" "Very well. And this young man, Bitzer, you saw him too on the same occasion?" Mr. Harthouse inclined his head in assent, and Bitzer knuckled h... | horse, and inwardly favouring Mr. Bounderby with no good wishes. "Then you _haven't_ heard!" "I have heard you, and so has this brute. I have heard nothing else." Mr. Bounderby, red and hot, planted himself in the centre of the path before the horse's head, to explode his bombshell with more effect. "The Bank's robbed!... | forehead. "Very well. They live at the Bank. You know they live at the Bank, perhaps? Very well. Yesterday afternoon, at the close of business hours, everything was put away as usual. In the iron room that this young fellow sleeps outside of, there was never mind how much. In the little safe in young Tom's closet, the ... | Hard Times |
said the exasperated Bounderby, | No speaker | to bear my testimony." "Well!"<|quote|>said the exasperated Bounderby,</|quote|>"while he was snoring, _or_ | and to that I beg to bear my testimony." "Well!"<|quote|>said the exasperated Bounderby,</|quote|>"while he was snoring, _or_ choking, _or_ Dutch-clocking, _or_ something | Dutch clocks. Not," said Mrs. Sparsit, with a lofty sense of giving strict evidence, "that I would convey any imputation on his moral character. Far from it. I have always considered Bitzer a young man of the most upright principle; and to that I beg to bear my testimony." "Well!"<|quote|>said the exasperated Bounderby... | must not make that statement. But on winter evenings, when he has fallen asleep at his table, I have heard him, what I should prefer to describe as partially choke. I have heard him on such occasions produce sounds of a nature similar to what may be sometimes heard in Dutch clocks. Not," said Mrs. Sparsit, with a lofty... | I knew it." Bitzer knuckled his forehead again, in a sneaking manner, and seemed at once particularly impressed and depressed by the instance last given of Mr. Bounderby's moral abstinence. "A hundred and fifty odd pound," resumed Mr. Bounderby. "That sum of money, young Tom locked in his safe, not a very strong safe, ... | been so mighty particular about the sum, I should have begun to tell you before. You know this lady (for she _is_ a lady), Mrs. Sparsit?" "I have already had the honour" "Very well. And this young man, Bitzer, you saw him too on the same occasion?" Mr. Harthouse inclined his head in assent, and Bitzer knuckled his fore... | and inwardly favouring Mr. Bounderby with no good wishes. "Then you _haven't_ heard!" "I have heard you, and so has this brute. I have heard nothing else." Mr. Bounderby, red and hot, planted himself in the centre of the path before the horse's head, to explode his bombshell with more effect. "The Bank's robbed!" "You ... | seven, one," said Bitzer. "Come!" retorted Bounderby, stopping to wheel round upon him, "let's have none of _your_ interruptions. It's enough to be robbed while you're snoring because you're too comfortable, without being put right with _your_ four seven ones. I didn't snore, myself, when I was your age, let me tell yo... | Hard Times |
"while he was snoring, _or_ choking, _or_ Dutch-clocking, _or_ something _or_ other being asleep some fellows, somehow, whether previously concealed in the house or not remains to be seen, got to young Tom's safe, forced it, and abstracted the contents. Being then disturbed, they made off; letting themselves out at the... | Josiah Bounderby | "Well!" said the exasperated Bounderby,<|quote|>"while he was snoring, _or_ choking, _or_ Dutch-clocking, _or_ something _or_ other being asleep some fellows, somehow, whether previously concealed in the house or not remains to be seen, got to young Tom's safe, forced it, and abstracted the contents. Being then disturb... | beg to bear my testimony." "Well!" said the exasperated Bounderby,<|quote|>"while he was snoring, _or_ choking, _or_ Dutch-clocking, _or_ something _or_ other being asleep some fellows, somehow, whether previously concealed in the house or not remains to be seen, got to young Tom's safe, forced it, and abstracted the c... | Mrs. Sparsit, with a lofty sense of giving strict evidence, "that I would convey any imputation on his moral character. Far from it. I have always considered Bitzer a young man of the most upright principle; and to that I beg to bear my testimony." "Well!" said the exasperated Bounderby,<|quote|>"while he was snoring, ... | statement. But on winter evenings, when he has fallen asleep at his table, I have heard him, what I should prefer to describe as partially choke. I have heard him on such occasions produce sounds of a nature similar to what may be sometimes heard in Dutch clocks. Not," said Mrs. Sparsit, with a lofty sense of giving st... | knuckled his forehead again, in a sneaking manner, and seemed at once particularly impressed and depressed by the instance last given of Mr. Bounderby's moral abstinence. "A hundred and fifty odd pound," resumed Mr. Bounderby. "That sum of money, young Tom locked in his safe, not a very strong safe, but that's no matte... | about the sum, I should have begun to tell you before. You know this lady (for she _is_ a lady), Mrs. Sparsit?" "I have already had the honour" "Very well. And this young man, Bitzer, you saw him too on the same occasion?" Mr. Harthouse inclined his head in assent, and Bitzer knuckled his forehead. "Very well. They liv... | Bounderby with no good wishes. "Then you _haven't_ heard!" "I have heard you, and so has this brute. I have heard nothing else." Mr. Bounderby, red and hot, planted himself in the centre of the path before the horse's head, to explode his bombshell with more effect. "The Bank's robbed!" "You don't mean it!" "Robbed las... | arm to Mrs. Sparsit. "If you hadn't been so mighty particular about the sum, I should have begun to tell you before. You know this lady (for she _is_ a lady), Mrs. Sparsit?" "I have already had the honour" "Very well. And this young man, Bitzer, you saw him too on the same occasion?" Mr. Harthouse inclined his head in ... | Hard Times |
"Where is Tom, by the by?" | Mr. James Harthouse | forced, and the money gone."<|quote|>"Where is Tom, by the by?"</|quote|>asked Harthouse, glancing round. "He | ajar, and finds the lock forced, and the money gone."<|quote|>"Where is Tom, by the by?"</|quote|>asked Harthouse, glancing round. "He has been helping the police," | the street near the Bank, about twelve o'clock to-day. No alarm takes place, till this chap, Bitzer, turns out this morning, and begins to open and prepare the offices for business. Then, looking at Tom's safe, he sees the door ajar, and finds the lock forced, and the money gone."<|quote|>"Where is Tom, by the by?"</|q... | to be seen, got to young Tom's safe, forced it, and abstracted the contents. Being then disturbed, they made off; letting themselves out at the main door, and double-locking it again (it was double-locked, and the key under Mrs. Sparsit's pillow) with a false key, which was picked up in the street near the Bank, about ... | I have heard him on such occasions produce sounds of a nature similar to what may be sometimes heard in Dutch clocks. Not," said Mrs. Sparsit, with a lofty sense of giving strict evidence, "that I would convey any imputation on his moral character. Far from it. I have always considered Bitzer a young man of the most up... | hundred and fifty-four, seven, one," said Bitzer. "Come!" retorted Bounderby, stopping to wheel round upon him, "let's have none of _your_ interruptions. It's enough to be robbed while you're snoring because you're too comfortable, without being put right with _your_ four seven ones. I didn't snore, myself, when I was ... | "But it's not the sum; it's the fact. It's the fact of the Bank being robbed, that's the important circumstance. I am surprised you don't see it." "My dear Bounderby," said James, dismounting, and giving his bridle to his servant, "I _do_ see it; and am as overcome as you can possibly desire me to be, by the spectacle ... | hundred and fifty-four, seven, one," said Bitzer. "Come!" retorted Bounderby, stopping to wheel round upon him, "let's have none of _your_ interruptions. It's enough to be robbed while you're snoring because you're too comfortable, without being put right with _your_ four seven ones. I didn't snore, myself, when I was ... | Hard Times |
asked Harthouse, glancing round. | No speaker | is Tom, by the by?"<|quote|>asked Harthouse, glancing round.</|quote|>"He has been helping the | and the money gone." "Where is Tom, by the by?"<|quote|>asked Harthouse, glancing round.</|quote|>"He has been helping the police," said Bounderby, "and stays | twelve o'clock to-day. No alarm takes place, till this chap, Bitzer, turns out this morning, and begins to open and prepare the offices for business. Then, looking at Tom's safe, he sees the door ajar, and finds the lock forced, and the money gone." "Where is Tom, by the by?"<|quote|>asked Harthouse, glancing round.</|... | Tom's safe, forced it, and abstracted the contents. Being then disturbed, they made off; letting themselves out at the main door, and double-locking it again (it was double-locked, and the key under Mrs. Sparsit's pillow) with a false key, which was picked up in the street near the Bank, about twelve o'clock to-day. No... | occasions produce sounds of a nature similar to what may be sometimes heard in Dutch clocks. Not," said Mrs. Sparsit, with a lofty sense of giving strict evidence, "that I would convey any imputation on his moral character. Far from it. I have always considered Bitzer a young man of the most upright principle; and to t... | Bitzer. "Come!" retorted Bounderby, stopping to wheel round upon him, "let's have none of _your_ interruptions. It's enough to be robbed while you're snoring because you're too comfortable, without being put right with _your_ four seven ones. I didn't snore, myself, when I was your age, let me tell you. I hadn't victua... | the fact. It's the fact of the Bank being robbed, that's the important circumstance. I am surprised you don't see it." "My dear Bounderby," said James, dismounting, and giving his bridle to his servant, "I _do_ see it; and am as overcome as you can possibly desire me to be, by the spectacle afforded to my mental view. ... | to be robbed while you're snoring because you're too comfortable, without being put right with _your_ four seven ones. I didn't snore, myself, when I was your age, let me tell you. I hadn't victuals enough to snore. And I didn't four seven one. Not if I knew it." Bitzer knuckled his forehead again, in a sneaking manner... | Hard Times |
"He has been helping the police," | Josiah Bounderby | by?" asked Harthouse, glancing round.<|quote|>"He has been helping the police,"</|quote|>said Bounderby, "and stays behind | "Where is Tom, by the by?" asked Harthouse, glancing round.<|quote|>"He has been helping the police,"</|quote|>said Bounderby, "and stays behind at the Bank. I wish | alarm takes place, till this chap, Bitzer, turns out this morning, and begins to open and prepare the offices for business. Then, looking at Tom's safe, he sees the door ajar, and finds the lock forced, and the money gone." "Where is Tom, by the by?" asked Harthouse, glancing round.<|quote|>"He has been helping the pol... | and abstracted the contents. Being then disturbed, they made off; letting themselves out at the main door, and double-locking it again (it was double-locked, and the key under Mrs. Sparsit's pillow) with a false key, which was picked up in the street near the Bank, about twelve o'clock to-day. No alarm takes place, til... | a nature similar to what may be sometimes heard in Dutch clocks. Not," said Mrs. Sparsit, with a lofty sense of giving strict evidence, "that I would convey any imputation on his moral character. Far from it. I have always considered Bitzer a young man of the most upright principle; and to that I beg to bear my testimo... | stopping to wheel round upon him, "let's have none of _your_ interruptions. It's enough to be robbed while you're snoring because you're too comfortable, without being put right with _your_ four seven ones. I didn't snore, myself, when I was your age, let me tell you. I hadn't victuals enough to snore. And I didn't fou... | fact of the Bank being robbed, that's the important circumstance. I am surprised you don't see it." "My dear Bounderby," said James, dismounting, and giving his bridle to his servant, "I _do_ see it; and am as overcome as you can possibly desire me to be, by the spectacle afforded to my mental view. Nevertheless, I may... | about the sum, I should have begun to tell you before. You know this lady (for she _is_ a lady), Mrs. Sparsit?" "I have already had the honour" "Very well. And this young man, Bitzer, you saw him too on the same occasion?" Mr. Harthouse inclined his head in assent, and Bitzer knuckled his forehead. "Very well. They liv... | Hard Times |
said Bounderby, | No speaker | has been helping the police,"<|quote|>said Bounderby,</|quote|>"and stays behind at the | asked Harthouse, glancing round. "He has been helping the police,"<|quote|>said Bounderby,</|quote|>"and stays behind at the Bank. I wish these fellows | Bitzer, turns out this morning, and begins to open and prepare the offices for business. Then, looking at Tom's safe, he sees the door ajar, and finds the lock forced, and the money gone." "Where is Tom, by the by?" asked Harthouse, glancing round. "He has been helping the police,"<|quote|>said Bounderby,</|quote|>"and... | disturbed, they made off; letting themselves out at the main door, and double-locking it again (it was double-locked, and the key under Mrs. Sparsit's pillow) with a false key, which was picked up in the street near the Bank, about twelve o'clock to-day. No alarm takes place, till this chap, Bitzer, turns out this morn... | be sometimes heard in Dutch clocks. Not," said Mrs. Sparsit, with a lofty sense of giving strict evidence, "that I would convey any imputation on his moral character. Far from it. I have always considered Bitzer a young man of the most upright principle; and to that I beg to bear my testimony." "Well!" said the exasper... | "let's have none of _your_ interruptions. It's enough to be robbed while you're snoring because you're too comfortable, without being put right with _your_ four seven ones. I didn't snore, myself, when I was your age, let me tell you. I hadn't victuals enough to snore. And I didn't four seven one. Not if I knew it." Bi... | that's the important circumstance. I am surprised you don't see it." "My dear Bounderby," said James, dismounting, and giving his bridle to his servant, "I _do_ see it; and am as overcome as you can possibly desire me to be, by the spectacle afforded to my mental view. Nevertheless, I may be allowed, I hope, to congrat... | my opinion!" She still looked faint and pale. James Harthouse begged her to take his arm; and as they moved on very slowly, asked her how the robbery had been committed. "Why, I am going to tell you," said Bounderby, irritably giving his arm to Mrs. Sparsit. "If you hadn't been so mighty particular about the sum, I sho... | Hard Times |
"and stays behind at the Bank. I wish these fellows had tried to rob me when I was at his time of life. They would have been out of pocket if they had invested eighteenpence in the job; I can tell 'em that." | Josiah Bounderby | helping the police," said Bounderby,<|quote|>"and stays behind at the Bank. I wish these fellows had tried to rob me when I was at his time of life. They would have been out of pocket if they had invested eighteenpence in the job; I can tell 'em that."</|quote|>"Is anybody suspected?" "Suspected? I | glancing round. "He has been helping the police," said Bounderby,<|quote|>"and stays behind at the Bank. I wish these fellows had tried to rob me when I was at his time of life. They would have been out of pocket if they had invested eighteenpence in the job; I can tell 'em that."</|quote|>"Is anybody suspected?" "Susp... | out this morning, and begins to open and prepare the offices for business. Then, looking at Tom's safe, he sees the door ajar, and finds the lock forced, and the money gone." "Where is Tom, by the by?" asked Harthouse, glancing round. "He has been helping the police," said Bounderby,<|quote|>"and stays behind at the Ba... | made off; letting themselves out at the main door, and double-locking it again (it was double-locked, and the key under Mrs. Sparsit's pillow) with a false key, which was picked up in the street near the Bank, about twelve o'clock to-day. No alarm takes place, till this chap, Bitzer, turns out this morning, and begins ... | heard in Dutch clocks. Not," said Mrs. Sparsit, with a lofty sense of giving strict evidence, "that I would convey any imputation on his moral character. Far from it. I have always considered Bitzer a young man of the most upright principle; and to that I beg to bear my testimony." "Well!" said the exasperated Bounderb... | none of _your_ interruptions. It's enough to be robbed while you're snoring because you're too comfortable, without being put right with _your_ four seven ones. I didn't snore, myself, when I was your age, let me tell you. I hadn't victuals enough to snore. And I didn't four seven one. Not if I knew it." Bitzer knuckle... | important circumstance. I am surprised you don't see it." "My dear Bounderby," said James, dismounting, and giving his bridle to his servant, "I _do_ see it; and am as overcome as you can possibly desire me to be, by the spectacle afforded to my mental view. Nevertheless, I may be allowed, I hope, to congratulate you w... | "A hundred and fifty odd pound," resumed Mr. Bounderby. "That sum of money, young Tom locked in his safe, not a very strong safe, but that's no matter now. Everything was left, all right. Some time in the night, while this young fellow snored Mrs. Sparsit, ma'am, you say you have heard him snore?" "Sir," returned Mrs. ... | Hard Times |
"Is anybody suspected?" | Mr. James Harthouse | I can tell 'em that."<|quote|>"Is anybody suspected?"</|quote|>"Suspected? I should think there | invested eighteenpence in the job; I can tell 'em that."<|quote|>"Is anybody suspected?"</|quote|>"Suspected? I should think there was somebody suspected. Egod!" said | has been helping the police," said Bounderby, "and stays behind at the Bank. I wish these fellows had tried to rob me when I was at his time of life. They would have been out of pocket if they had invested eighteenpence in the job; I can tell 'em that."<|quote|>"Is anybody suspected?"</|quote|>"Suspected? I should thin... | takes place, till this chap, Bitzer, turns out this morning, and begins to open and prepare the offices for business. Then, looking at Tom's safe, he sees the door ajar, and finds the lock forced, and the money gone." "Where is Tom, by the by?" asked Harthouse, glancing round. "He has been helping the police," said Bou... | to that I beg to bear my testimony." "Well!" said the exasperated Bounderby, "while he was snoring, _or_ choking, _or_ Dutch-clocking, _or_ something _or_ other being asleep some fellows, somehow, whether previously concealed in the house or not remains to be seen, got to young Tom's safe, forced it, and abstracted the... | snore. And I didn't four seven one. Not if I knew it." Bitzer knuckled his forehead again, in a sneaking manner, and seemed at once particularly impressed and depressed by the instance last given of Mr. Bounderby's moral abstinence. "A hundred and fifty odd pound," resumed Mr. Bounderby. "That sum of money, young Tom l... | my mental view. Nevertheless, I may be allowed, I hope, to congratulate you which I do with all my soul, I assure you on your not having sustained a greater loss." "Thank'ee," replied Bounderby, in a short, ungracious manner. "But I tell you what. It might have been twenty thousand pound." "I suppose it might." "Suppos... | honour" "Very well. And this young man, Bitzer, you saw him too on the same occasion?" Mr. Harthouse inclined his head in assent, and Bitzer knuckled his forehead. "Very well. They live at the Bank. You know they live at the Bank, perhaps? Very well. Yesterday afternoon, at the close of business hours, everything was p... | Hard Times |
"Suspected? I should think there was somebody suspected. Egod!" | Josiah Bounderby | 'em that." "Is anybody suspected?"<|quote|>"Suspected? I should think there was somebody suspected. Egod!"</|quote|>said Bounderby, relinquishing Mrs. Sparsit's | the job; I can tell 'em that." "Is anybody suspected?"<|quote|>"Suspected? I should think there was somebody suspected. Egod!"</|quote|>said Bounderby, relinquishing Mrs. Sparsit's arm to wipe his heated | the police," said Bounderby, "and stays behind at the Bank. I wish these fellows had tried to rob me when I was at his time of life. They would have been out of pocket if they had invested eighteenpence in the job; I can tell 'em that." "Is anybody suspected?"<|quote|>"Suspected? I should think there was somebody suspe... | this chap, Bitzer, turns out this morning, and begins to open and prepare the offices for business. Then, looking at Tom's safe, he sees the door ajar, and finds the lock forced, and the money gone." "Where is Tom, by the by?" asked Harthouse, glancing round. "He has been helping the police," said Bounderby, "and stays... | beg to bear my testimony." "Well!" said the exasperated Bounderby, "while he was snoring, _or_ choking, _or_ Dutch-clocking, _or_ something _or_ other being asleep some fellows, somehow, whether previously concealed in the house or not remains to be seen, got to young Tom's safe, forced it, and abstracted the contents.... | didn't four seven one. Not if I knew it." Bitzer knuckled his forehead again, in a sneaking manner, and seemed at once particularly impressed and depressed by the instance last given of Mr. Bounderby's moral abstinence. "A hundred and fifty odd pound," resumed Mr. Bounderby. "That sum of money, young Tom locked in his ... | Nevertheless, I may be allowed, I hope, to congratulate you which I do with all my soul, I assure you on your not having sustained a greater loss." "Thank'ee," replied Bounderby, in a short, ungracious manner. "But I tell you what. It might have been twenty thousand pound." "I suppose it might." "Suppose it might! By t... | I didn't snore, myself, when I was your age, let me tell you. I hadn't victuals enough to snore. And I didn't four seven one. Not if I knew it." Bitzer knuckled his forehead again, in a sneaking manner, and seemed at once particularly impressed and depressed by the instance last given of Mr. Bounderby's moral abstinenc... | Hard Times |
said Bounderby, relinquishing Mrs. Sparsit's arm to wipe his heated head. | No speaker | there was somebody suspected. Egod!"<|quote|>said Bounderby, relinquishing Mrs. Sparsit's arm to wipe his heated head.</|quote|>"Josiah Bounderby of Coketown is | suspected?" "Suspected? I should think there was somebody suspected. Egod!"<|quote|>said Bounderby, relinquishing Mrs. Sparsit's arm to wipe his heated head.</|quote|>"Josiah Bounderby of Coketown is not to be plundered and | Bank. I wish these fellows had tried to rob me when I was at his time of life. They would have been out of pocket if they had invested eighteenpence in the job; I can tell 'em that." "Is anybody suspected?" "Suspected? I should think there was somebody suspected. Egod!"<|quote|>said Bounderby, relinquishing Mrs. Sparsi... | to open and prepare the offices for business. Then, looking at Tom's safe, he sees the door ajar, and finds the lock forced, and the money gone." "Where is Tom, by the by?" asked Harthouse, glancing round. "He has been helping the police," said Bounderby, "and stays behind at the Bank. I wish these fellows had tried to... | Bounderby, "while he was snoring, _or_ choking, _or_ Dutch-clocking, _or_ something _or_ other being asleep some fellows, somehow, whether previously concealed in the house or not remains to be seen, got to young Tom's safe, forced it, and abstracted the contents. Being then disturbed, they made off; letting themselves... | Bitzer knuckled his forehead again, in a sneaking manner, and seemed at once particularly impressed and depressed by the instance last given of Mr. Bounderby's moral abstinence. "A hundred and fifty odd pound," resumed Mr. Bounderby. "That sum of money, young Tom locked in his safe, not a very strong safe, but that's n... | you which I do with all my soul, I assure you on your not having sustained a greater loss." "Thank'ee," replied Bounderby, in a short, ungracious manner. "But I tell you what. It might have been twenty thousand pound." "I suppose it might." "Suppose it might! By the Lord, you _may_ suppose so. By George!" said Mr. Boun... | I should have begun to tell you before. You know this lady (for she _is_ a lady), Mrs. Sparsit?" "I have already had the honour" "Very well. And this young man, Bitzer, you saw him too on the same occasion?" Mr. Harthouse inclined his head in assent, and Bitzer knuckled his forehead. "Very well. They live at the Bank. ... | Hard Times |
"Josiah Bounderby of Coketown is not to be plundered and nobody suspected. No, thank you!" | Josiah Bounderby | to wipe his heated head.<|quote|>"Josiah Bounderby of Coketown is not to be plundered and nobody suspected. No, thank you!"</|quote|>Might Mr. Harthouse inquire Who | Bounderby, relinquishing Mrs. Sparsit's arm to wipe his heated head.<|quote|>"Josiah Bounderby of Coketown is not to be plundered and nobody suspected. No, thank you!"</|quote|>Might Mr. Harthouse inquire Who was suspected? "Well," said Bounderby, | I was at his time of life. They would have been out of pocket if they had invested eighteenpence in the job; I can tell 'em that." "Is anybody suspected?" "Suspected? I should think there was somebody suspected. Egod!" said Bounderby, relinquishing Mrs. Sparsit's arm to wipe his heated head.<|quote|>"Josiah Bounderby o... | Tom's safe, he sees the door ajar, and finds the lock forced, and the money gone." "Where is Tom, by the by?" asked Harthouse, glancing round. "He has been helping the police," said Bounderby, "and stays behind at the Bank. I wish these fellows had tried to rob me when I was at his time of life. They would have been ou... | _or_ other being asleep some fellows, somehow, whether previously concealed in the house or not remains to be seen, got to young Tom's safe, forced it, and abstracted the contents. Being then disturbed, they made off; letting themselves out at the main door, and double-locking it again (it was double-locked, and the ke... | at once particularly impressed and depressed by the instance last given of Mr. Bounderby's moral abstinence. "A hundred and fifty odd pound," resumed Mr. Bounderby. "That sum of money, young Tom locked in his safe, not a very strong safe, but that's no matter now. Everything was left, all right. Some time in the night,... | on your not having sustained a greater loss." "Thank'ee," replied Bounderby, in a short, ungracious manner. "But I tell you what. It might have been twenty thousand pound." "I suppose it might." "Suppose it might! By the Lord, you _may_ suppose so. By George!" said Mr. Bounderby, with sundry menacing nods and shakes of... | I beg to bear my testimony." "Well!" said the exasperated Bounderby, "while he was snoring, _or_ choking, _or_ Dutch-clocking, _or_ something _or_ other being asleep some fellows, somehow, whether previously concealed in the house or not remains to be seen, got to young Tom's safe, forced it, and abstracted the content... | Hard Times |
Might Mr. Harthouse inquire Who was suspected? | No speaker | nobody suspected. No, thank you!"<|quote|>Might Mr. Harthouse inquire Who was suspected?</|quote|>"Well," said Bounderby, stopping and | not to be plundered and nobody suspected. No, thank you!"<|quote|>Might Mr. Harthouse inquire Who was suspected?</|quote|>"Well," said Bounderby, stopping and facing about to confront them | they had invested eighteenpence in the job; I can tell 'em that." "Is anybody suspected?" "Suspected? I should think there was somebody suspected. Egod!" said Bounderby, relinquishing Mrs. Sparsit's arm to wipe his heated head. "Josiah Bounderby of Coketown is not to be plundered and nobody suspected. No, thank you!"<|... | gone." "Where is Tom, by the by?" asked Harthouse, glancing round. "He has been helping the police," said Bounderby, "and stays behind at the Bank. I wish these fellows had tried to rob me when I was at his time of life. They would have been out of pocket if they had invested eighteenpence in the job; I can tell 'em th... | remains to be seen, got to young Tom's safe, forced it, and abstracted the contents. Being then disturbed, they made off; letting themselves out at the main door, and double-locking it again (it was double-locked, and the key under Mrs. Sparsit's pillow) with a false key, which was picked up in the street near the Bank... | abstinence. "A hundred and fifty odd pound," resumed Mr. Bounderby. "That sum of money, young Tom locked in his safe, not a very strong safe, but that's no matter now. Everything was left, all right. Some time in the night, while this young fellow snored Mrs. Sparsit, ma'am, you say you have heard him snore?" "Sir," re... | manner. "But I tell you what. It might have been twenty thousand pound." "I suppose it might." "Suppose it might! By the Lord, you _may_ suppose so. By George!" said Mr. Bounderby, with sundry menacing nods and shakes of his head. "It might have been twice twenty. There's no knowing what it would have been, or wouldn't... | young man of the most upright principle; and to that I beg to bear my testimony." "Well!" said the exasperated Bounderby, "while he was snoring, _or_ choking, _or_ Dutch-clocking, _or_ something _or_ other being asleep some fellows, somehow, whether previously concealed in the house or not remains to be seen, got to yo... | Hard Times |
"Well," | Josiah Bounderby | Harthouse inquire Who was suspected?<|quote|>"Well,"</|quote|>said Bounderby, stopping and facing | No, thank you!" Might Mr. Harthouse inquire Who was suspected?<|quote|>"Well,"</|quote|>said Bounderby, stopping and facing about to confront them all, | I can tell 'em that." "Is anybody suspected?" "Suspected? I should think there was somebody suspected. Egod!" said Bounderby, relinquishing Mrs. Sparsit's arm to wipe his heated head. "Josiah Bounderby of Coketown is not to be plundered and nobody suspected. No, thank you!" Might Mr. Harthouse inquire Who was suspected... | asked Harthouse, glancing round. "He has been helping the police," said Bounderby, "and stays behind at the Bank. I wish these fellows had tried to rob me when I was at his time of life. They would have been out of pocket if they had invested eighteenpence in the job; I can tell 'em that." "Is anybody suspected?" "Susp... | Tom's safe, forced it, and abstracted the contents. Being then disturbed, they made off; letting themselves out at the main door, and double-locking it again (it was double-locked, and the key under Mrs. Sparsit's pillow) with a false key, which was picked up in the street near the Bank, about twelve o'clock to-day. No... | resumed Mr. Bounderby. "That sum of money, young Tom locked in his safe, not a very strong safe, but that's no matter now. Everything was left, all right. Some time in the night, while this young fellow snored Mrs. Sparsit, ma'am, you say you have heard him snore?" "Sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, "I cannot say that I hav... | might have been twenty thousand pound." "I suppose it might." "Suppose it might! By the Lord, you _may_ suppose so. By George!" said Mr. Bounderby, with sundry menacing nods and shakes of his head. "It might have been twice twenty. There's no knowing what it would have been, or wouldn't have been, as it was, but for th... | when I was your age, let me tell you. I hadn't victuals enough to snore. And I didn't four seven one. Not if I knew it." Bitzer knuckled his forehead again, in a sneaking manner, and seemed at once particularly impressed and depressed by the instance last given of Mr. Bounderby's moral abstinence. "A hundred and fifty ... | Hard Times |
said Bounderby, stopping and facing about to confront them all, | No speaker | inquire Who was suspected? "Well,"<|quote|>said Bounderby, stopping and facing about to confront them all,</|quote|>"I'll tell you. It's not | thank you!" Might Mr. Harthouse inquire Who was suspected? "Well,"<|quote|>said Bounderby, stopping and facing about to confront them all,</|quote|>"I'll tell you. It's not to be mentioned everywhere; it's | can tell 'em that." "Is anybody suspected?" "Suspected? I should think there was somebody suspected. Egod!" said Bounderby, relinquishing Mrs. Sparsit's arm to wipe his heated head. "Josiah Bounderby of Coketown is not to be plundered and nobody suspected. No, thank you!" Might Mr. Harthouse inquire Who was suspected? ... | Harthouse, glancing round. "He has been helping the police," said Bounderby, "and stays behind at the Bank. I wish these fellows had tried to rob me when I was at his time of life. They would have been out of pocket if they had invested eighteenpence in the job; I can tell 'em that." "Is anybody suspected?" "Suspected?... | safe, forced it, and abstracted the contents. Being then disturbed, they made off; letting themselves out at the main door, and double-locking it again (it was double-locked, and the key under Mrs. Sparsit's pillow) with a false key, which was picked up in the street near the Bank, about twelve o'clock to-day. No alarm... | Mr. Bounderby. "That sum of money, young Tom locked in his safe, not a very strong safe, but that's no matter now. Everything was left, all right. Some time in the night, while this young fellow snored Mrs. Sparsit, ma'am, you say you have heard him snore?" "Sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, "I cannot say that I have heard ... | have been twenty thousand pound." "I suppose it might." "Suppose it might! By the Lord, you _may_ suppose so. By George!" said Mr. Bounderby, with sundry menacing nods and shakes of his head. "It might have been twice twenty. There's no knowing what it would have been, or wouldn't have been, as it was, but for the fell... | beg to bear my testimony." "Well!" said the exasperated Bounderby, "while he was snoring, _or_ choking, _or_ Dutch-clocking, _or_ something _or_ other being asleep some fellows, somehow, whether previously concealed in the house or not remains to be seen, got to young Tom's safe, forced it, and abstracted the contents.... | Hard Times |
"I'll tell you. It's not to be mentioned everywhere; it's not to be mentioned anywhere: in order that the scoundrels concerned (there's a gang of 'em) may be thrown off their guard. So take this in confidence. Now wait a bit." | Josiah Bounderby | about to confront them all,<|quote|>"I'll tell you. It's not to be mentioned everywhere; it's not to be mentioned anywhere: in order that the scoundrels concerned (there's a gang of 'em) may be thrown off their guard. So take this in confidence. Now wait a bit."</|quote|>Mr. Bounderby wiped his head | said Bounderby, stopping and facing about to confront them all,<|quote|>"I'll tell you. It's not to be mentioned everywhere; it's not to be mentioned anywhere: in order that the scoundrels concerned (there's a gang of 'em) may be thrown off their guard. So take this in confidence. Now wait a bit."</|quote|>Mr. Bounderb... | think there was somebody suspected. Egod!" said Bounderby, relinquishing Mrs. Sparsit's arm to wipe his heated head. "Josiah Bounderby of Coketown is not to be plundered and nobody suspected. No, thank you!" Might Mr. Harthouse inquire Who was suspected? "Well," said Bounderby, stopping and facing about to confront the... | Bounderby, "and stays behind at the Bank. I wish these fellows had tried to rob me when I was at his time of life. They would have been out of pocket if they had invested eighteenpence in the job; I can tell 'em that." "Is anybody suspected?" "Suspected? I should think there was somebody suspected. Egod!" said Bounderb... | they made off; letting themselves out at the main door, and double-locking it again (it was double-locked, and the key under Mrs. Sparsit's pillow) with a false key, which was picked up in the street near the Bank, about twelve o'clock to-day. No alarm takes place, till this chap, Bitzer, turns out this morning, and be... | his safe, not a very strong safe, but that's no matter now. Everything was left, all right. Some time in the night, while this young fellow snored Mrs. Sparsit, ma'am, you say you have heard him snore?" "Sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, "I cannot say that I have heard him precisely snore, and therefore must not make that s... | it might! By the Lord, you _may_ suppose so. By George!" said Mr. Bounderby, with sundry menacing nods and shakes of his head. "It might have been twice twenty. There's no knowing what it would have been, or wouldn't have been, as it was, but for the fellows' being disturbed." Louisa had come up now, and Mrs. Sparsit, ... | night, while this young fellow snored Mrs. Sparsit, ma'am, you say you have heard him snore?" "Sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, "I cannot say that I have heard him precisely snore, and therefore must not make that statement. But on winter evenings, when he has fallen asleep at his table, I have heard him, what I should pre... | Hard Times |
Mr. Bounderby wiped his head again. | No speaker | confidence. Now wait a bit."<|quote|>Mr. Bounderby wiped his head again.</|quote|>"What should you say to;" | guard. So take this in confidence. Now wait a bit."<|quote|>Mr. Bounderby wiped his head again.</|quote|>"What should you say to;" here he violently exploded: "to | Bounderby, stopping and facing about to confront them all, "I'll tell you. It's not to be mentioned everywhere; it's not to be mentioned anywhere: in order that the scoundrels concerned (there's a gang of 'em) may be thrown off their guard. So take this in confidence. Now wait a bit."<|quote|>Mr. Bounderby wiped his he... | tell 'em that." "Is anybody suspected?" "Suspected? I should think there was somebody suspected. Egod!" said Bounderby, relinquishing Mrs. Sparsit's arm to wipe his heated head. "Josiah Bounderby of Coketown is not to be plundered and nobody suspected. No, thank you!" Might Mr. Harthouse inquire Who was suspected? "Wel... | to-day. No alarm takes place, till this chap, Bitzer, turns out this morning, and begins to open and prepare the offices for business. Then, looking at Tom's safe, he sees the door ajar, and finds the lock forced, and the money gone." "Where is Tom, by the by?" asked Harthouse, glancing round. "He has been helping the ... | "I cannot say that I have heard him precisely snore, and therefore must not make that statement. But on winter evenings, when he has fallen asleep at his table, I have heard him, what I should prefer to describe as partially choke. I have heard him on such occasions produce sounds of a nature similar to what may be som... | as it was, but for the fellows' being disturbed." Louisa had come up now, and Mrs. Sparsit, and Bitzer. "Here's Tom Gradgrind's daughter knows pretty well what it might have been, if you don't," blustered Bounderby. "Dropped, sir, as if she was shot when I told her! Never knew her do such a thing before. Does her credi... | in the night, while this young fellow snored Mrs. Sparsit, ma'am, you say you have heard him snore?" "Sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, "I cannot say that I have heard him precisely snore, and therefore must not make that statement. But on winter evenings, when he has fallen asleep at his table, I have heard him, what I sho... | Hard Times |
"What should you say to;" | Josiah Bounderby | Bounderby wiped his head again.<|quote|>"What should you say to;"</|quote|>here he violently exploded: "to | Now wait a bit." Mr. Bounderby wiped his head again.<|quote|>"What should you say to;"</|quote|>here he violently exploded: "to a Hand being in it?" | confront them all, "I'll tell you. It's not to be mentioned everywhere; it's not to be mentioned anywhere: in order that the scoundrels concerned (there's a gang of 'em) may be thrown off their guard. So take this in confidence. Now wait a bit." Mr. Bounderby wiped his head again.<|quote|>"What should you say to;"</|qu... | "Suspected? I should think there was somebody suspected. Egod!" said Bounderby, relinquishing Mrs. Sparsit's arm to wipe his heated head. "Josiah Bounderby of Coketown is not to be plundered and nobody suspected. No, thank you!" Might Mr. Harthouse inquire Who was suspected? "Well," said Bounderby, stopping and facing ... | this chap, Bitzer, turns out this morning, and begins to open and prepare the offices for business. Then, looking at Tom's safe, he sees the door ajar, and finds the lock forced, and the money gone." "Where is Tom, by the by?" asked Harthouse, glancing round. "He has been helping the police," said Bounderby, "and stays... | heard him precisely snore, and therefore must not make that statement. But on winter evenings, when he has fallen asleep at his table, I have heard him, what I should prefer to describe as partially choke. I have heard him on such occasions produce sounds of a nature similar to what may be sometimes heard in Dutch cloc... | fellows' being disturbed." Louisa had come up now, and Mrs. Sparsit, and Bitzer. "Here's Tom Gradgrind's daughter knows pretty well what it might have been, if you don't," blustered Bounderby. "Dropped, sir, as if she was shot when I told her! Never knew her do such a thing before. Does her credit, under the circumstan... | It's enough to be robbed while you're snoring because you're too comfortable, without being put right with _your_ four seven ones. I didn't snore, myself, when I was your age, let me tell you. I hadn't victuals enough to snore. And I didn't four seven one. Not if I knew it." Bitzer knuckled his forehead again, in a sne... | Hard Times |
here he violently exploded: | No speaker | "What should you say to;"<|quote|>here he violently exploded:</|quote|>"to a Hand being in | Bounderby wiped his head again. "What should you say to;"<|quote|>here he violently exploded:</|quote|>"to a Hand being in it?" "I hope," said Harthouse, | you. It's not to be mentioned everywhere; it's not to be mentioned anywhere: in order that the scoundrels concerned (there's a gang of 'em) may be thrown off their guard. So take this in confidence. Now wait a bit." Mr. Bounderby wiped his head again. "What should you say to;"<|quote|>here he violently exploded:</|quot... | was somebody suspected. Egod!" said Bounderby, relinquishing Mrs. Sparsit's arm to wipe his heated head. "Josiah Bounderby of Coketown is not to be plundered and nobody suspected. No, thank you!" Might Mr. Harthouse inquire Who was suspected? "Well," said Bounderby, stopping and facing about to confront them all, "I'll... | this morning, and begins to open and prepare the offices for business. Then, looking at Tom's safe, he sees the door ajar, and finds the lock forced, and the money gone." "Where is Tom, by the by?" asked Harthouse, glancing round. "He has been helping the police," said Bounderby, "and stays behind at the Bank. I wish t... | therefore must not make that statement. But on winter evenings, when he has fallen asleep at his table, I have heard him, what I should prefer to describe as partially choke. I have heard him on such occasions produce sounds of a nature similar to what may be sometimes heard in Dutch clocks. Not," said Mrs. Sparsit, wi... | come up now, and Mrs. Sparsit, and Bitzer. "Here's Tom Gradgrind's daughter knows pretty well what it might have been, if you don't," blustered Bounderby. "Dropped, sir, as if she was shot when I told her! Never knew her do such a thing before. Does her credit, under the circumstances, in my opinion!" She still looked ... | safe, forced it, and abstracted the contents. Being then disturbed, they made off; letting themselves out at the main door, and double-locking it again (it was double-locked, and the key under Mrs. Sparsit's pillow) with a false key, which was picked up in the street near the Bank, about twelve o'clock to-day. No alarm... | Hard Times |
"to a Hand being in it?" | Josiah Bounderby | to;" here he violently exploded:<|quote|>"to a Hand being in it?"</|quote|>"I hope," said Harthouse, lazily, | again. "What should you say to;" here he violently exploded:<|quote|>"to a Hand being in it?"</|quote|>"I hope," said Harthouse, lazily, "not our friend Blackpot?" "Say | be mentioned everywhere; it's not to be mentioned anywhere: in order that the scoundrels concerned (there's a gang of 'em) may be thrown off their guard. So take this in confidence. Now wait a bit." Mr. Bounderby wiped his head again. "What should you say to;" here he violently exploded:<|quote|>"to a Hand being in it?... | said Bounderby, relinquishing Mrs. Sparsit's arm to wipe his heated head. "Josiah Bounderby of Coketown is not to be plundered and nobody suspected. No, thank you!" Might Mr. Harthouse inquire Who was suspected? "Well," said Bounderby, stopping and facing about to confront them all, "I'll tell you. It's not to be menti... | to open and prepare the offices for business. Then, looking at Tom's safe, he sees the door ajar, and finds the lock forced, and the money gone." "Where is Tom, by the by?" asked Harthouse, glancing round. "He has been helping the police," said Bounderby, "and stays behind at the Bank. I wish these fellows had tried to... | that statement. But on winter evenings, when he has fallen asleep at his table, I have heard him, what I should prefer to describe as partially choke. I have heard him on such occasions produce sounds of a nature similar to what may be sometimes heard in Dutch clocks. Not," said Mrs. Sparsit, with a lofty sense of givi... | Mrs. Sparsit, and Bitzer. "Here's Tom Gradgrind's daughter knows pretty well what it might have been, if you don't," blustered Bounderby. "Dropped, sir, as if she was shot when I told her! Never knew her do such a thing before. Does her credit, under the circumstances, in my opinion!" She still looked faint and pale. J... | purposes, there was a hundred and fifty odd pound." "A hundred and fifty-four, seven, one," said Bitzer. "Come!" retorted Bounderby, stopping to wheel round upon him, "let's have none of _your_ interruptions. It's enough to be robbed while you're snoring because you're too comfortable, without being put right with _you... | Hard Times |
"I hope," | Mr. James Harthouse | a Hand being in it?"<|quote|>"I hope,"</|quote|>said Harthouse, lazily, "not our | here he violently exploded: "to a Hand being in it?"<|quote|>"I hope,"</|quote|>said Harthouse, lazily, "not our friend Blackpot?" "Say Pool instead | be mentioned anywhere: in order that the scoundrels concerned (there's a gang of 'em) may be thrown off their guard. So take this in confidence. Now wait a bit." Mr. Bounderby wiped his head again. "What should you say to;" here he violently exploded: "to a Hand being in it?"<|quote|>"I hope,"</|quote|>said Harthouse, ... | to wipe his heated head. "Josiah Bounderby of Coketown is not to be plundered and nobody suspected. No, thank you!" Might Mr. Harthouse inquire Who was suspected? "Well," said Bounderby, stopping and facing about to confront them all, "I'll tell you. It's not to be mentioned everywhere; it's not to be mentioned anywher... | for business. Then, looking at Tom's safe, he sees the door ajar, and finds the lock forced, and the money gone." "Where is Tom, by the by?" asked Harthouse, glancing round. "He has been helping the police," said Bounderby, "and stays behind at the Bank. I wish these fellows had tried to rob me when I was at his time o... | when he has fallen asleep at his table, I have heard him, what I should prefer to describe as partially choke. I have heard him on such occasions produce sounds of a nature similar to what may be sometimes heard in Dutch clocks. Not," said Mrs. Sparsit, with a lofty sense of giving strict evidence, "that I would convey... | Gradgrind's daughter knows pretty well what it might have been, if you don't," blustered Bounderby. "Dropped, sir, as if she was shot when I told her! Never knew her do such a thing before. Does her credit, under the circumstances, in my opinion!" She still looked faint and pale. James Harthouse begged her to take his ... | and fifty odd pound." "A hundred and fifty-four, seven, one," said Bitzer. "Come!" retorted Bounderby, stopping to wheel round upon him, "let's have none of _your_ interruptions. It's enough to be robbed while you're snoring because you're too comfortable, without being put right with _your_ four seven ones. I didn't s... | Hard Times |
said Harthouse, lazily, | No speaker | being in it?" "I hope,"<|quote|>said Harthouse, lazily,</|quote|>"not our friend Blackpot?" "Say | violently exploded: "to a Hand being in it?" "I hope,"<|quote|>said Harthouse, lazily,</|quote|>"not our friend Blackpot?" "Say Pool instead of Pot, sir," | anywhere: in order that the scoundrels concerned (there's a gang of 'em) may be thrown off their guard. So take this in confidence. Now wait a bit." Mr. Bounderby wiped his head again. "What should you say to;" here he violently exploded: "to a Hand being in it?" "I hope,"<|quote|>said Harthouse, lazily,</|quote|>"not ... | his heated head. "Josiah Bounderby of Coketown is not to be plundered and nobody suspected. No, thank you!" Might Mr. Harthouse inquire Who was suspected? "Well," said Bounderby, stopping and facing about to confront them all, "I'll tell you. It's not to be mentioned everywhere; it's not to be mentioned anywhere: in or... | Then, looking at Tom's safe, he sees the door ajar, and finds the lock forced, and the money gone." "Where is Tom, by the by?" asked Harthouse, glancing round. "He has been helping the police," said Bounderby, "and stays behind at the Bank. I wish these fellows had tried to rob me when I was at his time of life. They w... | has fallen asleep at his table, I have heard him, what I should prefer to describe as partially choke. I have heard him on such occasions produce sounds of a nature similar to what may be sometimes heard in Dutch clocks. Not," said Mrs. Sparsit, with a lofty sense of giving strict evidence, "that I would convey any imp... | knows pretty well what it might have been, if you don't," blustered Bounderby. "Dropped, sir, as if she was shot when I told her! Never knew her do such a thing before. Does her credit, under the circumstances, in my opinion!" She still looked faint and pale. James Harthouse begged her to take his arm; and as they move... | a lofty sense of giving strict evidence, "that I would convey any imputation on his moral character. Far from it. I have always considered Bitzer a young man of the most upright principle; and to that I beg to bear my testimony." "Well!" said the exasperated Bounderby, "while he was snoring, _or_ choking, _or_ Dutch-cl... | Hard Times |
"not our friend Blackpot?" | Mr. James Harthouse | "I hope," said Harthouse, lazily,<|quote|>"not our friend Blackpot?"</|quote|>"Say Pool instead of Pot, | a Hand being in it?" "I hope," said Harthouse, lazily,<|quote|>"not our friend Blackpot?"</|quote|>"Say Pool instead of Pot, sir," returned Bounderby, "and that's | that the scoundrels concerned (there's a gang of 'em) may be thrown off their guard. So take this in confidence. Now wait a bit." Mr. Bounderby wiped his head again. "What should you say to;" here he violently exploded: "to a Hand being in it?" "I hope," said Harthouse, lazily,<|quote|>"not our friend Blackpot?"</|quot... | "Josiah Bounderby of Coketown is not to be plundered and nobody suspected. No, thank you!" Might Mr. Harthouse inquire Who was suspected? "Well," said Bounderby, stopping and facing about to confront them all, "I'll tell you. It's not to be mentioned everywhere; it's not to be mentioned anywhere: in order that the scou... | Tom's safe, he sees the door ajar, and finds the lock forced, and the money gone." "Where is Tom, by the by?" asked Harthouse, glancing round. "He has been helping the police," said Bounderby, "and stays behind at the Bank. I wish these fellows had tried to rob me when I was at his time of life. They would have been ou... | at his table, I have heard him, what I should prefer to describe as partially choke. I have heard him on such occasions produce sounds of a nature similar to what may be sometimes heard in Dutch clocks. Not," said Mrs. Sparsit, with a lofty sense of giving strict evidence, "that I would convey any imputation on his mor... | what it might have been, if you don't," blustered Bounderby. "Dropped, sir, as if she was shot when I told her! Never knew her do such a thing before. Does her credit, under the circumstances, in my opinion!" She still looked faint and pale. James Harthouse begged her to take his arm; and as they moved on very slowly, ... | any imputation on his moral character. Far from it. I have always considered Bitzer a young man of the most upright principle; and to that I beg to bear my testimony." "Well!" said the exasperated Bounderby, "while he was snoring, _or_ choking, _or_ Dutch-clocking, _or_ something _or_ other being asleep some fellows, s... | Hard Times |
"Say Pool instead of Pot, sir," | Josiah Bounderby | lazily, "not our friend Blackpot?"<|quote|>"Say Pool instead of Pot, sir,"</|quote|>returned Bounderby, "and that's the | it?" "I hope," said Harthouse, lazily, "not our friend Blackpot?"<|quote|>"Say Pool instead of Pot, sir,"</|quote|>returned Bounderby, "and that's the man." Louisa faintly uttered some | (there's a gang of 'em) may be thrown off their guard. So take this in confidence. Now wait a bit." Mr. Bounderby wiped his head again. "What should you say to;" here he violently exploded: "to a Hand being in it?" "I hope," said Harthouse, lazily, "not our friend Blackpot?"<|quote|>"Say Pool instead of Pot, sir,"</|qu... | is not to be plundered and nobody suspected. No, thank you!" Might Mr. Harthouse inquire Who was suspected? "Well," said Bounderby, stopping and facing about to confront them all, "I'll tell you. It's not to be mentioned everywhere; it's not to be mentioned anywhere: in order that the scoundrels concerned (there's a ga... | the door ajar, and finds the lock forced, and the money gone." "Where is Tom, by the by?" asked Harthouse, glancing round. "He has been helping the police," said Bounderby, "and stays behind at the Bank. I wish these fellows had tried to rob me when I was at his time of life. They would have been out of pocket if they ... | have heard him, what I should prefer to describe as partially choke. I have heard him on such occasions produce sounds of a nature similar to what may be sometimes heard in Dutch clocks. Not," said Mrs. Sparsit, with a lofty sense of giving strict evidence, "that I would convey any imputation on his moral character. Fa... | been, if you don't," blustered Bounderby. "Dropped, sir, as if she was shot when I told her! Never knew her do such a thing before. Does her credit, under the circumstances, in my opinion!" She still looked faint and pale. James Harthouse begged her to take his arm; and as they moved on very slowly, asked her how the r... | young fellow snored Mrs. Sparsit, ma'am, you say you have heard him snore?" "Sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, "I cannot say that I have heard him precisely snore, and therefore must not make that statement. But on winter evenings, when he has fallen asleep at his table, I have heard him, what I should prefer to describe as... | Hard Times |
returned Bounderby, | No speaker | Pool instead of Pot, sir,"<|quote|>returned Bounderby,</|quote|>"and that's the man." Louisa | "not our friend Blackpot?" "Say Pool instead of Pot, sir,"<|quote|>returned Bounderby,</|quote|>"and that's the man." Louisa faintly uttered some word of | be thrown off their guard. So take this in confidence. Now wait a bit." Mr. Bounderby wiped his head again. "What should you say to;" here he violently exploded: "to a Hand being in it?" "I hope," said Harthouse, lazily, "not our friend Blackpot?" "Say Pool instead of Pot, sir,"<|quote|>returned Bounderby,</|quote|>"an... | nobody suspected. No, thank you!" Might Mr. Harthouse inquire Who was suspected? "Well," said Bounderby, stopping and facing about to confront them all, "I'll tell you. It's not to be mentioned everywhere; it's not to be mentioned anywhere: in order that the scoundrels concerned (there's a gang of 'em) may be thrown of... | lock forced, and the money gone." "Where is Tom, by the by?" asked Harthouse, glancing round. "He has been helping the police," said Bounderby, "and stays behind at the Bank. I wish these fellows had tried to rob me when I was at his time of life. They would have been out of pocket if they had invested eighteenpence in... | prefer to describe as partially choke. I have heard him on such occasions produce sounds of a nature similar to what may be sometimes heard in Dutch clocks. Not," said Mrs. Sparsit, with a lofty sense of giving strict evidence, "that I would convey any imputation on his moral character. Far from it. I have always consi... | "Dropped, sir, as if she was shot when I told her! Never knew her do such a thing before. Does her credit, under the circumstances, in my opinion!" She still looked faint and pale. James Harthouse begged her to take his arm; and as they moved on very slowly, asked her how the robbery had been committed. "Why, I am goin... | a lofty sense of giving strict evidence, "that I would convey any imputation on his moral character. Far from it. I have always considered Bitzer a young man of the most upright principle; and to that I beg to bear my testimony." "Well!" said the exasperated Bounderby, "while he was snoring, _or_ choking, _or_ Dutch-cl... | Hard Times |
"and that's the man." | Josiah Bounderby | of Pot, sir," returned Bounderby,<|quote|>"and that's the man."</|quote|>Louisa faintly uttered some word | friend Blackpot?" "Say Pool instead of Pot, sir," returned Bounderby,<|quote|>"and that's the man."</|quote|>Louisa faintly uttered some word of incredulity and surprise. "O | off their guard. So take this in confidence. Now wait a bit." Mr. Bounderby wiped his head again. "What should you say to;" here he violently exploded: "to a Hand being in it?" "I hope," said Harthouse, lazily, "not our friend Blackpot?" "Say Pool instead of Pot, sir," returned Bounderby,<|quote|>"and that's the man."<... | No, thank you!" Might Mr. Harthouse inquire Who was suspected? "Well," said Bounderby, stopping and facing about to confront them all, "I'll tell you. It's not to be mentioned everywhere; it's not to be mentioned anywhere: in order that the scoundrels concerned (there's a gang of 'em) may be thrown off their guard. So ... | and the money gone." "Where is Tom, by the by?" asked Harthouse, glancing round. "He has been helping the police," said Bounderby, "and stays behind at the Bank. I wish these fellows had tried to rob me when I was at his time of life. They would have been out of pocket if they had invested eighteenpence in the job; I c... | describe as partially choke. I have heard him on such occasions produce sounds of a nature similar to what may be sometimes heard in Dutch clocks. Not," said Mrs. Sparsit, with a lofty sense of giving strict evidence, "that I would convey any imputation on his moral character. Far from it. I have always considered Bitz... | as if she was shot when I told her! Never knew her do such a thing before. Does her credit, under the circumstances, in my opinion!" She still looked faint and pale. James Harthouse begged her to take his arm; and as they moved on very slowly, asked her how the robbery had been committed. "Why, I am going to tell you,"... | say you have heard him snore?" "Sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, "I cannot say that I have heard him precisely snore, and therefore must not make that statement. But on winter evenings, when he has fallen asleep at his table, I have heard him, what I should prefer to describe as partially choke. I have heard him on such oc... | Hard Times |
Louisa faintly uttered some word of incredulity and surprise. | No speaker | Bounderby, "and that's the man."<|quote|>Louisa faintly uttered some word of incredulity and surprise.</|quote|>"O yes! I know!" said | instead of Pot, sir," returned Bounderby, "and that's the man."<|quote|>Louisa faintly uttered some word of incredulity and surprise.</|quote|>"O yes! I know!" said Bounderby, immediately catching at the | take this in confidence. Now wait a bit." Mr. Bounderby wiped his head again. "What should you say to;" here he violently exploded: "to a Hand being in it?" "I hope," said Harthouse, lazily, "not our friend Blackpot?" "Say Pool instead of Pot, sir," returned Bounderby, "and that's the man."<|quote|>Louisa faintly utter... | Mr. Harthouse inquire Who was suspected? "Well," said Bounderby, stopping and facing about to confront them all, "I'll tell you. It's not to be mentioned everywhere; it's not to be mentioned anywhere: in order that the scoundrels concerned (there's a gang of 'em) may be thrown off their guard. So take this in confidenc... | "Where is Tom, by the by?" asked Harthouse, glancing round. "He has been helping the police," said Bounderby, "and stays behind at the Bank. I wish these fellows had tried to rob me when I was at his time of life. They would have been out of pocket if they had invested eighteenpence in the job; I can tell 'em that." "I... | I have heard him on such occasions produce sounds of a nature similar to what may be sometimes heard in Dutch clocks. Not," said Mrs. Sparsit, with a lofty sense of giving strict evidence, "that I would convey any imputation on his moral character. Far from it. I have always considered Bitzer a young man of the most up... | shot when I told her! Never knew her do such a thing before. Does her credit, under the circumstances, in my opinion!" She still looked faint and pale. James Harthouse begged her to take his arm; and as they moved on very slowly, asked her how the robbery had been committed. "Why, I am going to tell you," said Bounderb... | choking, _or_ Dutch-clocking, _or_ something _or_ other being asleep some fellows, somehow, whether previously concealed in the house or not remains to be seen, got to young Tom's safe, forced it, and abstracted the contents. Being then disturbed, they made off; letting themselves out at the main door, and double-locki... | Hard Times |
"O yes! I know!" | Josiah Bounderby | word of incredulity and surprise.<|quote|>"O yes! I know!"</|quote|>said Bounderby, immediately catching at | man." Louisa faintly uttered some word of incredulity and surprise.<|quote|>"O yes! I know!"</|quote|>said Bounderby, immediately catching at the sound. "I know! I | Bounderby wiped his head again. "What should you say to;" here he violently exploded: "to a Hand being in it?" "I hope," said Harthouse, lazily, "not our friend Blackpot?" "Say Pool instead of Pot, sir," returned Bounderby, "and that's the man." Louisa faintly uttered some word of incredulity and surprise.<|quote|>"O y... | stopping and facing about to confront them all, "I'll tell you. It's not to be mentioned everywhere; it's not to be mentioned anywhere: in order that the scoundrels concerned (there's a gang of 'em) may be thrown off their guard. So take this in confidence. Now wait a bit." Mr. Bounderby wiped his head again. "What sho... | round. "He has been helping the police," said Bounderby, "and stays behind at the Bank. I wish these fellows had tried to rob me when I was at his time of life. They would have been out of pocket if they had invested eighteenpence in the job; I can tell 'em that." "Is anybody suspected?" "Suspected? I should think ther... | of a nature similar to what may be sometimes heard in Dutch clocks. Not," said Mrs. Sparsit, with a lofty sense of giving strict evidence, "that I would convey any imputation on his moral character. Far from it. I have always considered Bitzer a young man of the most upright principle; and to that I beg to bear my test... | such a thing before. Does her credit, under the circumstances, in my opinion!" She still looked faint and pale. James Harthouse begged her to take his arm; and as they moved on very slowly, asked her how the robbery had been committed. "Why, I am going to tell you," said Bounderby, irritably giving his arm to Mrs. Spar... | this chap, Bitzer, turns out this morning, and begins to open and prepare the offices for business. Then, looking at Tom's safe, he sees the door ajar, and finds the lock forced, and the money gone." "Where is Tom, by the by?" asked Harthouse, glancing round. "He has been helping the police," said Bounderby, "and stays... | Hard Times |
said Bounderby, immediately catching at the sound. | No speaker | surprise. "O yes! I know!"<|quote|>said Bounderby, immediately catching at the sound.</|quote|>"I know! I am used | some word of incredulity and surprise. "O yes! I know!"<|quote|>said Bounderby, immediately catching at the sound.</|quote|>"I know! I am used to that. I know all | again. "What should you say to;" here he violently exploded: "to a Hand being in it?" "I hope," said Harthouse, lazily, "not our friend Blackpot?" "Say Pool instead of Pot, sir," returned Bounderby, "and that's the man." Louisa faintly uttered some word of incredulity and surprise. "O yes! I know!"<|quote|>said Bounder... | to confront them all, "I'll tell you. It's not to be mentioned everywhere; it's not to be mentioned anywhere: in order that the scoundrels concerned (there's a gang of 'em) may be thrown off their guard. So take this in confidence. Now wait a bit." Mr. Bounderby wiped his head again. "What should you say to;" here he v... | helping the police," said Bounderby, "and stays behind at the Bank. I wish these fellows had tried to rob me when I was at his time of life. They would have been out of pocket if they had invested eighteenpence in the job; I can tell 'em that." "Is anybody suspected?" "Suspected? I should think there was somebody suspe... | to what may be sometimes heard in Dutch clocks. Not," said Mrs. Sparsit, with a lofty sense of giving strict evidence, "that I would convey any imputation on his moral character. Far from it. I have always considered Bitzer a young man of the most upright principle; and to that I beg to bear my testimony." "Well!" said... | Does her credit, under the circumstances, in my opinion!" She still looked faint and pale. James Harthouse begged her to take his arm; and as they moved on very slowly, asked her how the robbery had been committed. "Why, I am going to tell you," said Bounderby, irritably giving his arm to Mrs. Sparsit. "If you hadn't b... | I hadn't victuals enough to snore. And I didn't four seven one. Not if I knew it." Bitzer knuckled his forehead again, in a sneaking manner, and seemed at once particularly impressed and depressed by the instance last given of Mr. Bounderby's moral abstinence. "A hundred and fifty odd pound," resumed Mr. Bounderby. "Th... | Hard Times |
"I know! I am used to that. I know all about it. They are the finest people in the world, these fellows are. They have got the gift of the gab, they have. They only want to have their rights explained to them, they do. But I tell you what. Show me a dissatisfied Hand, and I'll show you a man that's fit for anything bad... | Josiah Bounderby | immediately catching at the sound.<|quote|>"I know! I am used to that. I know all about it. They are the finest people in the world, these fellows are. They have got the gift of the gab, they have. They only want to have their rights explained to them, they do. But I tell you what. Show me a dissatisfied Hand, and I'll... | yes! I know!" said Bounderby, immediately catching at the sound.<|quote|>"I know! I am used to that. I know all about it. They are the finest people in the world, these fellows are. They have got the gift of the gab, they have. They only want to have their rights explained to them, they do. But I tell you what. Show me... | he violently exploded: "to a Hand being in it?" "I hope," said Harthouse, lazily, "not our friend Blackpot?" "Say Pool instead of Pot, sir," returned Bounderby, "and that's the man." Louisa faintly uttered some word of incredulity and surprise. "O yes! I know!" said Bounderby, immediately catching at the sound.<|quote|... | It's not to be mentioned everywhere; it's not to be mentioned anywhere: in order that the scoundrels concerned (there's a gang of 'em) may be thrown off their guard. So take this in confidence. Now wait a bit." Mr. Bounderby wiped his head again. "What should you say to;" here he violently exploded: "to a Hand being in... | behind at the Bank. I wish these fellows had tried to rob me when I was at his time of life. They would have been out of pocket if they had invested eighteenpence in the job; I can tell 'em that." "Is anybody suspected?" "Suspected? I should think there was somebody suspected. Egod!" said Bounderby, relinquishing Mrs. ... | Dutch clocks. Not," said Mrs. Sparsit, with a lofty sense of giving strict evidence, "that I would convey any imputation on his moral character. Far from it. I have always considered Bitzer a young man of the most upright principle; and to that I beg to bear my testimony." "Well!" said the exasperated Bounderby, "while... | my opinion!" She still looked faint and pale. James Harthouse begged her to take his arm; and as they moved on very slowly, asked her how the robbery had been committed. "Why, I am going to tell you," said Bounderby, irritably giving his arm to Mrs. Sparsit. "If you hadn't been so mighty particular about the sum, I sho... | looking at Tom's safe, he sees the door ajar, and finds the lock forced, and the money gone." "Where is Tom, by the by?" asked Harthouse, glancing round. "He has been helping the police," said Bounderby, "and stays behind at the Bank. I wish these fellows had tried to rob me when I was at his time of life. They would h... | Hard Times |
Another of the popular fictions of Coketown, which some pains had been taken to disseminate and which some people really believed. | No speaker | don't care what it is."<|quote|>Another of the popular fictions of Coketown, which some pains had been taken to disseminate and which some people really believed.</|quote|>"But I am acquainted with | fit for anything bad, I don't care what it is."<|quote|>Another of the popular fictions of Coketown, which some pains had been taken to disseminate and which some people really believed.</|quote|>"But I am acquainted with these chaps," said Bounderby. "I | are. They have got the gift of the gab, they have. They only want to have their rights explained to them, they do. But I tell you what. Show me a dissatisfied Hand, and I'll show you a man that's fit for anything bad, I don't care what it is."<|quote|>Another of the popular fictions of Coketown, which some pains had be... | Pot, sir," returned Bounderby, "and that's the man." Louisa faintly uttered some word of incredulity and surprise. "O yes! I know!" said Bounderby, immediately catching at the sound. "I know! I am used to that. I know all about it. They are the finest people in the world, these fellows are. They have got the gift of th... | plundered and nobody suspected. No, thank you!" Might Mr. Harthouse inquire Who was suspected? "Well," said Bounderby, stopping and facing about to confront them all, "I'll tell you. It's not to be mentioned everywhere; it's not to be mentioned anywhere: in order that the scoundrels concerned (there's a gang of 'em) ma... | previously concealed in the house or not remains to be seen, got to young Tom's safe, forced it, and abstracted the contents. Being then disturbed, they made off; letting themselves out at the main door, and double-locking it again (it was double-locked, and the key under Mrs. Sparsit's pillow) with a false key, which ... | a lady), Mrs. Sparsit?" "I have already had the honour" "Very well. And this young man, Bitzer, you saw him too on the same occasion?" Mr. Harthouse inclined his head in assent, and Bitzer knuckled his forehead. "Very well. They live at the Bank. You know they live at the Bank, perhaps? Very well. Yesterday afternoon, ... | false key, which was picked up in the street near the Bank, about twelve o'clock to-day. No alarm takes place, till this chap, Bitzer, turns out this morning, and begins to open and prepare the offices for business. Then, looking at Tom's safe, he sees the door ajar, and finds the lock forced, and the money gone." "Whe... | Hard Times |
"But I am acquainted with these chaps," | Josiah Bounderby | which some people really believed.<|quote|>"But I am acquainted with these chaps,"</|quote|>said Bounderby. "I can read | been taken to disseminate and which some people really believed.<|quote|>"But I am acquainted with these chaps,"</|quote|>said Bounderby. "I can read 'em off, like books. Mrs. | they do. But I tell you what. Show me a dissatisfied Hand, and I'll show you a man that's fit for anything bad, I don't care what it is." Another of the popular fictions of Coketown, which some pains had been taken to disseminate and which some people really believed.<|quote|>"But I am acquainted with these chaps,"</|q... | said Bounderby, immediately catching at the sound. "I know! I am used to that. I know all about it. They are the finest people in the world, these fellows are. They have got the gift of the gab, they have. They only want to have their rights explained to them, they do. But I tell you what. Show me a dissatisfied Hand, ... | to confront them all, "I'll tell you. It's not to be mentioned everywhere; it's not to be mentioned anywhere: in order that the scoundrels concerned (there's a gang of 'em) may be thrown off their guard. So take this in confidence. Now wait a bit." Mr. Bounderby wiped his head again. "What should you say to;" here he v... | contents. Being then disturbed, they made off; letting themselves out at the main door, and double-locking it again (it was double-locked, and the key under Mrs. Sparsit's pillow) with a false key, which was picked up in the street near the Bank, about twelve o'clock to-day. No alarm takes place, till this chap, Bitzer... | on the same occasion?" Mr. Harthouse inclined his head in assent, and Bitzer knuckled his forehead. "Very well. They live at the Bank. You know they live at the Bank, perhaps? Very well. Yesterday afternoon, at the close of business hours, everything was put away as usual. In the iron room that this young fellow sleeps... | that's no matter now. Everything was left, all right. Some time in the night, while this young fellow snored Mrs. Sparsit, ma'am, you say you have heard him snore?" "Sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, "I cannot say that I have heard him precisely snore, and therefore must not make that statement. But on winter evenings, when... | Hard Times |
said Bounderby. | No speaker | am acquainted with these chaps,"<|quote|>said Bounderby.</|quote|>"I can read 'em off, | people really believed. "But I am acquainted with these chaps,"<|quote|>said Bounderby.</|quote|>"I can read 'em off, like books. Mrs. Sparsit, ma'am, | Show me a dissatisfied Hand, and I'll show you a man that's fit for anything bad, I don't care what it is." Another of the popular fictions of Coketown, which some pains had been taken to disseminate and which some people really believed. "But I am acquainted with these chaps,"<|quote|>said Bounderby.</|quote|>"I can r... | "I know! I am used to that. I know all about it. They are the finest people in the world, these fellows are. They have got the gift of the gab, they have. They only want to have their rights explained to them, they do. But I tell you what. Show me a dissatisfied Hand, and I'll show you a man that's fit for anything bad... | It's not to be mentioned everywhere; it's not to be mentioned anywhere: in order that the scoundrels concerned (there's a gang of 'em) may be thrown off their guard. So take this in confidence. Now wait a bit." Mr. Bounderby wiped his head again. "What should you say to;" here he violently exploded: "to a Hand being in... | letting themselves out at the main door, and double-locking it again (it was double-locked, and the key under Mrs. Sparsit's pillow) with a false key, which was picked up in the street near the Bank, about twelve o'clock to-day. No alarm takes place, till this chap, Bitzer, turns out this morning, and begins to open an... | his head in assent, and Bitzer knuckled his forehead. "Very well. They live at the Bank. You know they live at the Bank, perhaps? Very well. Yesterday afternoon, at the close of business hours, everything was put away as usual. In the iron room that this young fellow sleeps outside of, there was never mind how much. In... | "Well!" said the exasperated Bounderby, "while he was snoring, _or_ choking, _or_ Dutch-clocking, _or_ something _or_ other being asleep some fellows, somehow, whether previously concealed in the house or not remains to be seen, got to young Tom's safe, forced it, and abstracted the contents. Being then disturbed, they... | Hard Times |
"I can read 'em off, like books. Mrs. Sparsit, ma'am, I appeal to you. What warning did I give that fellow, the first time he set foot in the house, when the express object of his visit was to know how he could knock Religion over, and floor the Established Church? Mrs. Sparsit, in point of high connexions, you are on ... | Josiah Bounderby | with these chaps," said Bounderby.<|quote|>"I can read 'em off, like books. Mrs. Sparsit, ma'am, I appeal to you. What warning did I give that fellow, the first time he set foot in the house, when the express object of his visit was to know how he could knock Religion over, and floor the Established Church? Mrs. Sparsi... | believed. "But I am acquainted with these chaps," said Bounderby.<|quote|>"I can read 'em off, like books. Mrs. Sparsit, ma'am, I appeal to you. What warning did I give that fellow, the first time he set foot in the house, when the express object of his visit was to know how he could knock Religion over, and floor the ... | a dissatisfied Hand, and I'll show you a man that's fit for anything bad, I don't care what it is." Another of the popular fictions of Coketown, which some pains had been taken to disseminate and which some people really believed. "But I am acquainted with these chaps," said Bounderby.<|quote|>"I can read 'em off, like... | I am used to that. I know all about it. They are the finest people in the world, these fellows are. They have got the gift of the gab, they have. They only want to have their rights explained to them, they do. But I tell you what. Show me a dissatisfied Hand, and I'll show you a man that's fit for anything bad, I don't... | to be mentioned everywhere; it's not to be mentioned anywhere: in order that the scoundrels concerned (there's a gang of 'em) may be thrown off their guard. So take this in confidence. Now wait a bit." Mr. Bounderby wiped his head again. "What should you say to;" here he violently exploded: "to a Hand being in it?" "I ... | out at the main door, and double-locking it again (it was double-locked, and the key under Mrs. Sparsit's pillow) with a false key, which was picked up in the street near the Bank, about twelve o'clock to-day. No alarm takes place, till this chap, Bitzer, turns out this morning, and begins to open and prepare the offic... | in assent, and Bitzer knuckled his forehead. "Very well. They live at the Bank. You know they live at the Bank, perhaps? Very well. Yesterday afternoon, at the close of business hours, everything was put away as usual. In the iron room that this young fellow sleeps outside of, there was never mind how much. In the litt... | these fellows had tried to rob me when I was at his time of life. They would have been out of pocket if they had invested eighteenpence in the job; I can tell 'em that." "Is anybody suspected?" "Suspected? I should think there was somebody suspected. Egod!" said Bounderby, relinquishing Mrs. Sparsit's arm to wipe his h... | Hard Times |
"you can't hide the truth from me: you are not the kind of fellow I like; you'll come to no good" | No speaker | not say, to that fellow,"<|quote|>"you can't hide the truth from me: you are not the kind of fellow I like; you'll come to no good"</|quote|>"?" "Assuredly, sir," returned Mrs. | I say, or did I not say, to that fellow,"<|quote|>"you can't hide the truth from me: you are not the kind of fellow I like; you'll come to no good"</|quote|>"?" "Assuredly, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, "you did, in a | in the house, when the express object of his visit was to know how he could knock Religion over, and floor the Established Church? Mrs. Sparsit, in point of high connexions, you are on a level with the aristocracy, did I say, or did I not say, to that fellow,"<|quote|>"you can't hide the truth from me: you are not the ... | which some pains had been taken to disseminate and which some people really believed. "But I am acquainted with these chaps," said Bounderby. "I can read 'em off, like books. Mrs. Sparsit, ma'am, I appeal to you. What warning did I give that fellow, the first time he set foot in the house, when the express object of hi... | man." Louisa faintly uttered some word of incredulity and surprise. "O yes! I know!" said Bounderby, immediately catching at the sound. "I know! I am used to that. I know all about it. They are the finest people in the world, these fellows are. They have got the gift of the gab, they have. They only want to have their ... | gone." "Where is Tom, by the by?" asked Harthouse, glancing round. "He has been helping the police," said Bounderby, "and stays behind at the Bank. I wish these fellows had tried to rob me when I was at his time of life. They would have been out of pocket if they had invested eighteenpence in the job; I can tell 'em th... | "A hundred and fifty-four, seven, one," said Bitzer. "Come!" retorted Bounderby, stopping to wheel round upon him, "let's have none of _your_ interruptions. It's enough to be robbed while you're snoring because you're too comfortable, without being put right with _your_ four seven ones. I didn't snore, myself, when I w... | "Well!" said the exasperated Bounderby, "while he was snoring, _or_ choking, _or_ Dutch-clocking, _or_ something _or_ other being asleep some fellows, somehow, whether previously concealed in the house or not remains to be seen, got to young Tom's safe, forced it, and abstracted the contents. Being then disturbed, they... | Hard Times |
"?" | Josiah Bounderby | you'll come to no good"<|quote|>"?"</|quote|>"Assuredly, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, | kind of fellow I like; you'll come to no good"<|quote|>"?"</|quote|>"Assuredly, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, "you did, in a highly | the Established Church? Mrs. Sparsit, in point of high connexions, you are on a level with the aristocracy, did I say, or did I not say, to that fellow," "you can't hide the truth from me: you are not the kind of fellow I like; you'll come to no good"<|quote|>"?"</|quote|>"Assuredly, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, "you d... | said Bounderby. "I can read 'em off, like books. Mrs. Sparsit, ma'am, I appeal to you. What warning did I give that fellow, the first time he set foot in the house, when the express object of his visit was to know how he could knock Religion over, and floor the Established Church? Mrs. Sparsit, in point of high connexi... | "I know! I am used to that. I know all about it. They are the finest people in the world, these fellows are. They have got the gift of the gab, they have. They only want to have their rights explained to them, they do. But I tell you what. Show me a dissatisfied Hand, and I'll show you a man that's fit for anything bad... | behind at the Bank. I wish these fellows had tried to rob me when I was at his time of life. They would have been out of pocket if they had invested eighteenpence in the job; I can tell 'em that." "Is anybody suspected?" "Suspected? I should think there was somebody suspected. Egod!" said Bounderby, relinquishing Mrs. ... | _your_ interruptions. It's enough to be robbed while you're snoring because you're too comfortable, without being put right with _your_ four seven ones. I didn't snore, myself, when I was your age, let me tell you. I hadn't victuals enough to snore. And I didn't four seven one. Not if I knew it." Bitzer knuckled his fo... | hope," said Harthouse, lazily, "not our friend Blackpot?" "Say Pool instead of Pot, sir," returned Bounderby, "and that's the man." Louisa faintly uttered some word of incredulity and surprise. "O yes! I know!" said Bounderby, immediately catching at the sound. "I know! I am used to that. I know all about it. They are ... | Hard Times |
"Assuredly, sir," | Mrs. Sparsit | come to no good" "?"<|quote|>"Assuredly, sir,"</|quote|>returned Mrs. Sparsit, "you did, | of fellow I like; you'll come to no good" "?"<|quote|>"Assuredly, sir,"</|quote|>returned Mrs. Sparsit, "you did, in a highly impressive manner, | Established Church? Mrs. Sparsit, in point of high connexions, you are on a level with the aristocracy, did I say, or did I not say, to that fellow," "you can't hide the truth from me: you are not the kind of fellow I like; you'll come to no good" "?"<|quote|>"Assuredly, sir,"</|quote|>returned Mrs. Sparsit, "you did, ... | Bounderby. "I can read 'em off, like books. Mrs. Sparsit, ma'am, I appeal to you. What warning did I give that fellow, the first time he set foot in the house, when the express object of his visit was to know how he could knock Religion over, and floor the Established Church? Mrs. Sparsit, in point of high connexions, ... | know! I am used to that. I know all about it. They are the finest people in the world, these fellows are. They have got the gift of the gab, they have. They only want to have their rights explained to them, they do. But I tell you what. Show me a dissatisfied Hand, and I'll show you a man that's fit for anything bad, I... | at the Bank. I wish these fellows had tried to rob me when I was at his time of life. They would have been out of pocket if they had invested eighteenpence in the job; I can tell 'em that." "Is anybody suspected?" "Suspected? I should think there was somebody suspected. Egod!" said Bounderby, relinquishing Mrs. Sparsit... | interruptions. It's enough to be robbed while you're snoring because you're too comfortable, without being put right with _your_ four seven ones. I didn't snore, myself, when I was your age, let me tell you. I hadn't victuals enough to snore. And I didn't four seven one. Not if I knew it." Bitzer knuckled his forehead ... | at his time of life. They would have been out of pocket if they had invested eighteenpence in the job; I can tell 'em that." "Is anybody suspected?" "Suspected? I should think there was somebody suspected. Egod!" said Bounderby, relinquishing Mrs. Sparsit's arm to wipe his heated head. "Josiah Bounderby of Coketown is ... | Hard Times |
returned Mrs. Sparsit, | No speaker | no good" "?" "Assuredly, sir,"<|quote|>returned Mrs. Sparsit,</|quote|>"you did, in a highly | I like; you'll come to no good" "?" "Assuredly, sir,"<|quote|>returned Mrs. Sparsit,</|quote|>"you did, in a highly impressive manner, give him such | Mrs. Sparsit, in point of high connexions, you are on a level with the aristocracy, did I say, or did I not say, to that fellow," "you can't hide the truth from me: you are not the kind of fellow I like; you'll come to no good" "?" "Assuredly, sir,"<|quote|>returned Mrs. Sparsit,</|quote|>"you did, in a highly impressi... | can read 'em off, like books. Mrs. Sparsit, ma'am, I appeal to you. What warning did I give that fellow, the first time he set foot in the house, when the express object of his visit was to know how he could knock Religion over, and floor the Established Church? Mrs. Sparsit, in point of high connexions, you are on a l... | am used to that. I know all about it. They are the finest people in the world, these fellows are. They have got the gift of the gab, they have. They only want to have their rights explained to them, they do. But I tell you what. Show me a dissatisfied Hand, and I'll show you a man that's fit for anything bad, I don't c... | Bank. I wish these fellows had tried to rob me when I was at his time of life. They would have been out of pocket if they had invested eighteenpence in the job; I can tell 'em that." "Is anybody suspected?" "Suspected? I should think there was somebody suspected. Egod!" said Bounderby, relinquishing Mrs. Sparsit's arm ... | enough to be robbed while you're snoring because you're too comfortable, without being put right with _your_ four seven ones. I didn't snore, myself, when I was your age, let me tell you. I hadn't victuals enough to snore. And I didn't four seven one. Not if I knew it." Bitzer knuckled his forehead again, in a sneaking... | on his moral character. Far from it. I have always considered Bitzer a young man of the most upright principle; and to that I beg to bear my testimony." "Well!" said the exasperated Bounderby, "while he was snoring, _or_ choking, _or_ Dutch-clocking, _or_ something _or_ other being asleep some fellows, somehow, whether... | Hard Times |
"you did, in a highly impressive manner, give him such an admonition." | Mrs. Sparsit | "Assuredly, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit,<|quote|>"you did, in a highly impressive manner, give him such an admonition."</|quote|>"When he shocked you, ma'am," | come to no good" "?" "Assuredly, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit,<|quote|>"you did, in a highly impressive manner, give him such an admonition."</|quote|>"When he shocked you, ma'am," said Bounderby; "when he shocked | point of high connexions, you are on a level with the aristocracy, did I say, or did I not say, to that fellow," "you can't hide the truth from me: you are not the kind of fellow I like; you'll come to no good" "?" "Assuredly, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit,<|quote|>"you did, in a highly impressive manner, give him such a... | off, like books. Mrs. Sparsit, ma'am, I appeal to you. What warning did I give that fellow, the first time he set foot in the house, when the express object of his visit was to know how he could knock Religion over, and floor the Established Church? Mrs. Sparsit, in point of high connexions, you are on a level with the... | that. I know all about it. They are the finest people in the world, these fellows are. They have got the gift of the gab, they have. They only want to have their rights explained to them, they do. But I tell you what. Show me a dissatisfied Hand, and I'll show you a man that's fit for anything bad, I don't care what it... | these fellows had tried to rob me when I was at his time of life. They would have been out of pocket if they had invested eighteenpence in the job; I can tell 'em that." "Is anybody suspected?" "Suspected? I should think there was somebody suspected. Egod!" said Bounderby, relinquishing Mrs. Sparsit's arm to wipe his h... | robbed while you're snoring because you're too comfortable, without being put right with _your_ four seven ones. I didn't snore, myself, when I was your age, let me tell you. I hadn't victuals enough to snore. And I didn't four seven one. Not if I knew it." Bitzer knuckled his forehead again, in a sneaking manner, and ... | and abstracted the contents. Being then disturbed, they made off; letting themselves out at the main door, and double-locking it again (it was double-locked, and the key under Mrs. Sparsit's pillow) with a false key, which was picked up in the street near the Bank, about twelve o'clock to-day. No alarm takes place, til... | Hard Times |
"When he shocked you, ma'am," | Josiah Bounderby | give him such an admonition."<|quote|>"When he shocked you, ma'am,"</|quote|>said Bounderby; "when he shocked | in a highly impressive manner, give him such an admonition."<|quote|>"When he shocked you, ma'am,"</|quote|>said Bounderby; "when he shocked your feelings?" "Yes, sir," returned | did I say, or did I not say, to that fellow," "you can't hide the truth from me: you are not the kind of fellow I like; you'll come to no good" "?" "Assuredly, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, "you did, in a highly impressive manner, give him such an admonition."<|quote|>"When he shocked you, ma'am,"</|quote|>said Bounderb... | did I give that fellow, the first time he set foot in the house, when the express object of his visit was to know how he could knock Religion over, and floor the Established Church? Mrs. Sparsit, in point of high connexions, you are on a level with the aristocracy, did I say, or did I not say, to that fellow," "you can... | the world, these fellows are. They have got the gift of the gab, they have. They only want to have their rights explained to them, they do. But I tell you what. Show me a dissatisfied Hand, and I'll show you a man that's fit for anything bad, I don't care what it is." Another of the popular fictions of Coketown, which ... | time of life. They would have been out of pocket if they had invested eighteenpence in the job; I can tell 'em that." "Is anybody suspected?" "Suspected? I should think there was somebody suspected. Egod!" said Bounderby, relinquishing Mrs. Sparsit's arm to wipe his heated head. "Josiah Bounderby of Coketown is not to ... | with _your_ four seven ones. I didn't snore, myself, when I was your age, let me tell you. I hadn't victuals enough to snore. And I didn't four seven one. Not if I knew it." Bitzer knuckled his forehead again, in a sneaking manner, and seemed at once particularly impressed and depressed by the instance last given of Mr... | a Hand being in it?" "I hope," said Harthouse, lazily, "not our friend Blackpot?" "Say Pool instead of Pot, sir," returned Bounderby, "and that's the man." Louisa faintly uttered some word of incredulity and surprise. "O yes! I know!" said Bounderby, immediately catching at the sound. "I know! I am used to that. I know... | Hard Times |
said Bounderby; | No speaker | "When he shocked you, ma'am,"<|quote|>said Bounderby;</|quote|>"when he shocked your feelings?" | give him such an admonition." "When he shocked you, ma'am,"<|quote|>said Bounderby;</|quote|>"when he shocked your feelings?" "Yes, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, | I not say, to that fellow," "you can't hide the truth from me: you are not the kind of fellow I like; you'll come to no good" "?" "Assuredly, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, "you did, in a highly impressive manner, give him such an admonition." "When he shocked you, ma'am,"<|quote|>said Bounderby;</|quote|>"when he shocke... | the first time he set foot in the house, when the express object of his visit was to know how he could knock Religion over, and floor the Established Church? Mrs. Sparsit, in point of high connexions, you are on a level with the aristocracy, did I say, or did I not say, to that fellow," "you can't hide the truth from m... | They have got the gift of the gab, they have. They only want to have their rights explained to them, they do. But I tell you what. Show me a dissatisfied Hand, and I'll show you a man that's fit for anything bad, I don't care what it is." Another of the popular fictions of Coketown, which some pains had been taken to d... | have been out of pocket if they had invested eighteenpence in the job; I can tell 'em that." "Is anybody suspected?" "Suspected? I should think there was somebody suspected. Egod!" said Bounderby, relinquishing Mrs. Sparsit's arm to wipe his heated head. "Josiah Bounderby of Coketown is not to be plundered and nobody s... | I didn't snore, myself, when I was your age, let me tell you. I hadn't victuals enough to snore. And I didn't four seven one. Not if I knew it." Bitzer knuckled his forehead again, in a sneaking manner, and seemed at once particularly impressed and depressed by the instance last given of Mr. Bounderby's moral abstinenc... | wipe his heated head. "Josiah Bounderby of Coketown is not to be plundered and nobody suspected. No, thank you!" Might Mr. Harthouse inquire Who was suspected? "Well," said Bounderby, stopping and facing about to confront them all, "I'll tell you. It's not to be mentioned everywhere; it's not to be mentioned anywhere: ... | Hard Times |
"when he shocked your feelings?" | Josiah Bounderby | shocked you, ma'am," said Bounderby;<|quote|>"when he shocked your feelings?"</|quote|>"Yes, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, | such an admonition." "When he shocked you, ma'am," said Bounderby;<|quote|>"when he shocked your feelings?"</|quote|>"Yes, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, with a meek shake of | say, to that fellow," "you can't hide the truth from me: you are not the kind of fellow I like; you'll come to no good" "?" "Assuredly, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, "you did, in a highly impressive manner, give him such an admonition." "When he shocked you, ma'am," said Bounderby;<|quote|>"when he shocked your feelings... | time he set foot in the house, when the express object of his visit was to know how he could knock Religion over, and floor the Established Church? Mrs. Sparsit, in point of high connexions, you are on a level with the aristocracy, did I say, or did I not say, to that fellow," "you can't hide the truth from me: you are... | got the gift of the gab, they have. They only want to have their rights explained to them, they do. But I tell you what. Show me a dissatisfied Hand, and I'll show you a man that's fit for anything bad, I don't care what it is." Another of the popular fictions of Coketown, which some pains had been taken to disseminate... | out of pocket if they had invested eighteenpence in the job; I can tell 'em that." "Is anybody suspected?" "Suspected? I should think there was somebody suspected. Egod!" said Bounderby, relinquishing Mrs. Sparsit's arm to wipe his heated head. "Josiah Bounderby of Coketown is not to be plundered and nobody suspected. ... | snore, myself, when I was your age, let me tell you. I hadn't victuals enough to snore. And I didn't four seven one. Not if I knew it." Bitzer knuckled his forehead again, in a sneaking manner, and seemed at once particularly impressed and depressed by the instance last given of Mr. Bounderby's moral abstinence. "A hun... | these fellows had tried to rob me when I was at his time of life. They would have been out of pocket if they had invested eighteenpence in the job; I can tell 'em that." "Is anybody suspected?" "Suspected? I should think there was somebody suspected. Egod!" said Bounderby, relinquishing Mrs. Sparsit's arm to wipe his h... | Hard Times |
"Yes, sir," | Mrs. Sparsit | "when he shocked your feelings?"<|quote|>"Yes, sir,"</|quote|>returned Mrs. Sparsit, with a | shocked you, ma'am," said Bounderby; "when he shocked your feelings?"<|quote|>"Yes, sir,"</|quote|>returned Mrs. Sparsit, with a meek shake of her head, | can't hide the truth from me: you are not the kind of fellow I like; you'll come to no good" "?" "Assuredly, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, "you did, in a highly impressive manner, give him such an admonition." "When he shocked you, ma'am," said Bounderby; "when he shocked your feelings?"<|quote|>"Yes, sir,"</|quote|>ret... | the house, when the express object of his visit was to know how he could knock Religion over, and floor the Established Church? Mrs. Sparsit, in point of high connexions, you are on a level with the aristocracy, did I say, or did I not say, to that fellow," "you can't hide the truth from me: you are not the kind of fel... | gab, they have. They only want to have their rights explained to them, they do. But I tell you what. Show me a dissatisfied Hand, and I'll show you a man that's fit for anything bad, I don't care what it is." Another of the popular fictions of Coketown, which some pains had been taken to disseminate and which some peop... | had invested eighteenpence in the job; I can tell 'em that." "Is anybody suspected?" "Suspected? I should think there was somebody suspected. Egod!" said Bounderby, relinquishing Mrs. Sparsit's arm to wipe his heated head. "Josiah Bounderby of Coketown is not to be plundered and nobody suspected. No, thank you!" Might ... | your age, let me tell you. I hadn't victuals enough to snore. And I didn't four seven one. Not if I knew it." Bitzer knuckled his forehead again, in a sneaking manner, and seemed at once particularly impressed and depressed by the instance last given of Mr. Bounderby's moral abstinence. "A hundred and fifty odd pound,"... | been out of pocket if they had invested eighteenpence in the job; I can tell 'em that." "Is anybody suspected?" "Suspected? I should think there was somebody suspected. Egod!" said Bounderby, relinquishing Mrs. Sparsit's arm to wipe his heated head. "Josiah Bounderby of Coketown is not to be plundered and nobody suspec... | Hard Times |
returned Mrs. Sparsit, with a meek shake of her head, | No speaker | shocked your feelings?" "Yes, sir,"<|quote|>returned Mrs. Sparsit, with a meek shake of her head,</|quote|>"he certainly did so. Though | ma'am," said Bounderby; "when he shocked your feelings?" "Yes, sir,"<|quote|>returned Mrs. Sparsit, with a meek shake of her head,</|quote|>"he certainly did so. Though I do not mean to | the truth from me: you are not the kind of fellow I like; you'll come to no good" "?" "Assuredly, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, "you did, in a highly impressive manner, give him such an admonition." "When he shocked you, ma'am," said Bounderby; "when he shocked your feelings?" "Yes, sir,"<|quote|>returned Mrs. Sparsit, ... | when the express object of his visit was to know how he could knock Religion over, and floor the Established Church? Mrs. Sparsit, in point of high connexions, you are on a level with the aristocracy, did I say, or did I not say, to that fellow," "you can't hide the truth from me: you are not the kind of fellow I like;... | have. They only want to have their rights explained to them, they do. But I tell you what. Show me a dissatisfied Hand, and I'll show you a man that's fit for anything bad, I don't care what it is." Another of the popular fictions of Coketown, which some pains had been taken to disseminate and which some people really ... | eighteenpence in the job; I can tell 'em that." "Is anybody suspected?" "Suspected? I should think there was somebody suspected. Egod!" said Bounderby, relinquishing Mrs. Sparsit's arm to wipe his heated head. "Josiah Bounderby of Coketown is not to be plundered and nobody suspected. No, thank you!" Might Mr. Harthouse... | let me tell you. I hadn't victuals enough to snore. And I didn't four seven one. Not if I knew it." Bitzer knuckled his forehead again, in a sneaking manner, and seemed at once particularly impressed and depressed by the instance last given of Mr. Bounderby's moral abstinence. "A hundred and fifty odd pound," resumed M... | are. They have got the gift of the gab, they have. They only want to have their rights explained to them, they do. But I tell you what. Show me a dissatisfied Hand, and I'll show you a man that's fit for anything bad, I don't care what it is." Another of the popular fictions of Coketown, which some pains had been taken... | Hard Times |
"he certainly did so. Though I do not mean to say but that my feelings may be weaker on such points more foolish if the term is preferred than they might have been, if I had always occupied my present position." | Mrs. Sparsit | meek shake of her head,<|quote|>"he certainly did so. Though I do not mean to say but that my feelings may be weaker on such points more foolish if the term is preferred than they might have been, if I had always occupied my present position."</|quote|>Mr. Bounderby stared with a | returned Mrs. Sparsit, with a meek shake of her head,<|quote|>"he certainly did so. Though I do not mean to say but that my feelings may be weaker on such points more foolish if the term is preferred than they might have been, if I had always occupied my present position."</|quote|>Mr. Bounderby stared with a bursting ... | fellow I like; you'll come to no good" "?" "Assuredly, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, "you did, in a highly impressive manner, give him such an admonition." "When he shocked you, ma'am," said Bounderby; "when he shocked your feelings?" "Yes, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, with a meek shake of her head,<|quote|>"he certainl... | how he could knock Religion over, and floor the Established Church? Mrs. Sparsit, in point of high connexions, you are on a level with the aristocracy, did I say, or did I not say, to that fellow," "you can't hide the truth from me: you are not the kind of fellow I like; you'll come to no good" "?" "Assuredly, sir," re... | them, they do. But I tell you what. Show me a dissatisfied Hand, and I'll show you a man that's fit for anything bad, I don't care what it is." Another of the popular fictions of Coketown, which some pains had been taken to disseminate and which some people really believed. "But I am acquainted with these chaps," said ... | anybody suspected?" "Suspected? I should think there was somebody suspected. Egod!" said Bounderby, relinquishing Mrs. Sparsit's arm to wipe his heated head. "Josiah Bounderby of Coketown is not to be plundered and nobody suspected. No, thank you!" Might Mr. Harthouse inquire Who was suspected? "Well," said Bounderby, ... | And I didn't four seven one. Not if I knew it." Bitzer knuckled his forehead again, in a sneaking manner, and seemed at once particularly impressed and depressed by the instance last given of Mr. Bounderby's moral abstinence. "A hundred and fifty odd pound," resumed Mr. Bounderby. "That sum of money, young Tom locked i... | uttered some word of incredulity and surprise. "O yes! I know!" said Bounderby, immediately catching at the sound. "I know! I am used to that. I know all about it. They are the finest people in the world, these fellows are. They have got the gift of the gab, they have. They only want to have their rights explained to t... | Hard Times |
Mr. Bounderby stared with a bursting pride at Mr. Harthouse, as much as to say, "I am the proprietor of this female, and she's worth your attention, I think." Then, resumed his discourse. | No speaker | always occupied my present position."<|quote|>Mr. Bounderby stared with a bursting pride at Mr. Harthouse, as much as to say, "I am the proprietor of this female, and she's worth your attention, I think." Then, resumed his discourse.</|quote|>"You can recall for yourself, | have been, if I had always occupied my present position."<|quote|>Mr. Bounderby stared with a bursting pride at Mr. Harthouse, as much as to say, "I am the proprietor of this female, and she's worth your attention, I think." Then, resumed his discourse.</|quote|>"You can recall for yourself, Harthouse, what I said to | Mrs. Sparsit, with a meek shake of her head, "he certainly did so. Though I do not mean to say but that my feelings may be weaker on such points more foolish if the term is preferred than they might have been, if I had always occupied my present position."<|quote|>Mr. Bounderby stared with a bursting pride at Mr. Harth... | truth from me: you are not the kind of fellow I like; you'll come to no good" "?" "Assuredly, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, "you did, in a highly impressive manner, give him such an admonition." "When he shocked you, ma'am," said Bounderby; "when he shocked your feelings?" "Yes, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, with a meek ... | been taken to disseminate and which some people really believed. "But I am acquainted with these chaps," said Bounderby. "I can read 'em off, like books. Mrs. Sparsit, ma'am, I appeal to you. What warning did I give that fellow, the first time he set foot in the house, when the express object of his visit was to know h... | Who was suspected? "Well," said Bounderby, stopping and facing about to confront them all, "I'll tell you. It's not to be mentioned everywhere; it's not to be mentioned anywhere: in order that the scoundrels concerned (there's a gang of 'em) may be thrown off their guard. So take this in confidence. Now wait a bit." Mr... | fifty odd pound," resumed Mr. Bounderby. "That sum of money, young Tom locked in his safe, not a very strong safe, but that's no matter now. Everything was left, all right. Some time in the night, while this young fellow snored Mrs. Sparsit, ma'am, you say you have heard him snore?" "Sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, "I can... | and abstracted the contents. Being then disturbed, they made off; letting themselves out at the main door, and double-locking it again (it was double-locked, and the key under Mrs. Sparsit's pillow) with a false key, which was picked up in the street near the Bank, about twelve o'clock to-day. No alarm takes place, til... | Hard Times |
"You can recall for yourself, Harthouse, what I said to him when you saw him. I didn't mince the matter with him. I am never mealy with 'em. I KNOW 'em. Very well, sir. Three days after that, he bolted. Went off, nobody knows where: as my mother did in my infancy only with this difference, that he is a worse subject th... | Josiah Bounderby | think." Then, resumed his discourse.<|quote|>"You can recall for yourself, Harthouse, what I said to him when you saw him. I didn't mince the matter with him. I am never mealy with 'em. I KNOW 'em. Very well, sir. Three days after that, he bolted. Went off, nobody knows where: as my mother did in my infancy only with t... | she's worth your attention, I think." Then, resumed his discourse.<|quote|>"You can recall for yourself, Harthouse, what I said to him when you saw him. I didn't mince the matter with him. I am never mealy with 'em. I KNOW 'em. Very well, sir. Three days after that, he bolted. Went off, nobody knows where: as my mother... | the term is preferred than they might have been, if I had always occupied my present position." Mr. Bounderby stared with a bursting pride at Mr. Harthouse, as much as to say, "I am the proprietor of this female, and she's worth your attention, I think." Then, resumed his discourse.<|quote|>"You can recall for yourself... | an admonition." "When he shocked you, ma'am," said Bounderby; "when he shocked your feelings?" "Yes, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, with a meek shake of her head, "he certainly did so. Though I do not mean to say but that my feelings may be weaker on such points more foolish if the term is preferred than they might have ... | What warning did I give that fellow, the first time he set foot in the house, when the express object of his visit was to know how he could knock Religion over, and floor the Established Church? Mrs. Sparsit, in point of high connexions, you are on a level with the aristocracy, did I say, or did I not say, to that fell... | scoundrels concerned (there's a gang of 'em) may be thrown off their guard. So take this in confidence. Now wait a bit." Mr. Bounderby wiped his head again. "What should you say to;" here he violently exploded: "to a Hand being in it?" "I hope," said Harthouse, lazily, "not our friend Blackpot?" "Say Pool instead of Po... | in the night, while this young fellow snored Mrs. Sparsit, ma'am, you say you have heard him snore?" "Sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, "I cannot say that I have heard him precisely snore, and therefore must not make that statement. But on winter evenings, when he has fallen asleep at his table, I have heard him, what I sho... | take this in confidence. Now wait a bit." Mr. Bounderby wiped his head again. "What should you say to;" here he violently exploded: "to a Hand being in it?" "I hope," said Harthouse, lazily, "not our friend Blackpot?" "Say Pool instead of Pot, sir," returned Bounderby, "and that's the man." Louisa faintly uttered some ... | Hard Times |
Mr. Bounderby, with his hat in his hand, gave a beat upon the crown at every little division of his sentences, as if it were a tambourine; | No speaker | went? What do you say;"<|quote|>Mr. Bounderby, with his hat in his hand, gave a beat upon the crown at every little division of his sentences, as if it were a tambourine;</|quote|>"to his being seen night | did he do before he went? What do you say;"<|quote|>Mr. Bounderby, with his hat in his hand, gave a beat upon the crown at every little division of his sentences, as if it were a tambourine;</|quote|>"to his being seen night after night watching the Bank? | I KNOW 'em. Very well, sir. Three days after that, he bolted. Went off, nobody knows where: as my mother did in my infancy only with this difference, that he is a worse subject than my mother, if possible. What did he do before he went? What do you say;"<|quote|>Mr. Bounderby, with his hat in his hand, gave a beat upon... | much as to say, "I am the proprietor of this female, and she's worth your attention, I think." Then, resumed his discourse. "You can recall for yourself, Harthouse, what I said to him when you saw him. I didn't mince the matter with him. I am never mealy with 'em. I KNOW 'em. Very well, sir. Three days after that, he b... | like; you'll come to no good" "?" "Assuredly, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, "you did, in a highly impressive manner, give him such an admonition." "When he shocked you, ma'am," said Bounderby; "when he shocked your feelings?" "Yes, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, with a meek shake of her head, "he certainly did so. Though ... | Bounderby, immediately catching at the sound. "I know! I am used to that. I know all about it. They are the finest people in the world, these fellows are. They have got the gift of the gab, they have. They only want to have their rights explained to them, they do. But I tell you what. Show me a dissatisfied Hand, and I... | what may be sometimes heard in Dutch clocks. Not," said Mrs. Sparsit, with a lofty sense of giving strict evidence, "that I would convey any imputation on his moral character. Far from it. I have always considered Bitzer a young man of the most upright principle; and to that I beg to bear my testimony." "Well!" said th... | eighteenpence in the job; I can tell 'em that." "Is anybody suspected?" "Suspected? I should think there was somebody suspected. Egod!" said Bounderby, relinquishing Mrs. Sparsit's arm to wipe his heated head. "Josiah Bounderby of Coketown is not to be plundered and nobody suspected. No, thank you!" Might Mr. Harthouse... | Hard Times |
"to his being seen night after night watching the Bank? to his lurking about there after dark? To its striking Mrs. Sparsit that he could be lurking for no good To her calling Bitzer's attention to him, and their both taking notice of him And to its appearing on inquiry to-day that he was also noticed by the neighbours... | Josiah Bounderby | if it were a tambourine;<|quote|>"to his being seen night after night watching the Bank? to his lurking about there after dark? To its striking Mrs. Sparsit that he could be lurking for no good To her calling Bitzer's attention to him, and their both taking notice of him And to its appearing on inquiry to-day that he w... | division of his sentences, as if it were a tambourine;<|quote|>"to his being seen night after night watching the Bank? to his lurking about there after dark? To its striking Mrs. Sparsit that he could be lurking for no good To her calling Bitzer's attention to him, and their both taking notice of him And to its appeari... | difference, that he is a worse subject than my mother, if possible. What did he do before he went? What do you say;" Mr. Bounderby, with his hat in his hand, gave a beat upon the crown at every little division of his sentences, as if it were a tambourine;<|quote|>"to his being seen night after night watching the Bank? ... | Harthouse, what I said to him when you saw him. I didn't mince the matter with him. I am never mealy with 'em. I KNOW 'em. Very well, sir. Three days after that, he bolted. Went off, nobody knows where: as my mother did in my infancy only with this difference, that he is a worse subject than my mother, if possible. Wha... | you, ma'am," said Bounderby; "when he shocked your feelings?" "Yes, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, with a meek shake of her head, "he certainly did so. Though I do not mean to say but that my feelings may be weaker on such points more foolish if the term is preferred than they might have been, if I had always occupied my... | fellows are. They have got the gift of the gab, they have. They only want to have their rights explained to them, they do. But I tell you what. Show me a dissatisfied Hand, and I'll show you a man that's fit for anything bad, I don't care what it is." Another of the popular fictions of Coketown, which some pains had be... | his moral character. Far from it. I have always considered Bitzer a young man of the most upright principle; and to that I beg to bear my testimony." "Well!" said the exasperated Bounderby, "while he was snoring, _or_ choking, _or_ Dutch-clocking, _or_ something _or_ other being asleep some fellows, somehow, whether pr... | their rights explained to them, they do. But I tell you what. Show me a dissatisfied Hand, and I'll show you a man that's fit for anything bad, I don't care what it is." Another of the popular fictions of Coketown, which some pains had been taken to disseminate and which some people really believed. "But I am acquainte... | Hard Times |
Having come to the climax, Mr. Bounderby, like an oriental dancer, put his tambourine on his head. | No speaker | also noticed by the neighbours?"<|quote|>Having come to the climax, Mr. Bounderby, like an oriental dancer, put his tambourine on his head.</|quote|>"Suspicious," said James Harthouse, "certainly." | inquiry to-day that he was also noticed by the neighbours?"<|quote|>Having come to the climax, Mr. Bounderby, like an oriental dancer, put his tambourine on his head.</|quote|>"Suspicious," said James Harthouse, "certainly." "I think so, sir," said | Bank? to his lurking about there after dark? To its striking Mrs. Sparsit that he could be lurking for no good To her calling Bitzer's attention to him, and their both taking notice of him And to its appearing on inquiry to-day that he was also noticed by the neighbours?"<|quote|>Having come to the climax, Mr. Bounderb... | mother, if possible. What did he do before he went? What do you say;" Mr. Bounderby, with his hat in his hand, gave a beat upon the crown at every little division of his sentences, as if it were a tambourine; "to his being seen night after night watching the Bank? to his lurking about there after dark? To its striking ... | my present position." Mr. Bounderby stared with a bursting pride at Mr. Harthouse, as much as to say, "I am the proprietor of this female, and she's worth your attention, I think." Then, resumed his discourse. "You can recall for yourself, Harthouse, what I said to him when you saw him. I didn't mince the matter with h... | some pains had been taken to disseminate and which some people really believed. "But I am acquainted with these chaps," said Bounderby. "I can read 'em off, like books. Mrs. Sparsit, ma'am, I appeal to you. What warning did I give that fellow, the first time he set foot in the house, when the express object of his visi... | to be seen, got to young Tom's safe, forced it, and abstracted the contents. Being then disturbed, they made off; letting themselves out at the main door, and double-locking it again (it was double-locked, and the key under Mrs. Sparsit's pillow) with a false key, which was picked up in the street near the Bank, about ... | he set foot in the house, when the express object of his visit was to know how he could knock Religion over, and floor the Established Church? Mrs. Sparsit, in point of high connexions, you are on a level with the aristocracy, did I say, or did I not say, to that fellow," "you can't hide the truth from me: you are not ... | Hard Times |
"Suspicious," | Mr. James Harthouse | his tambourine on his head.<|quote|>"Suspicious,"</|quote|>said James Harthouse, "certainly." "I | like an oriental dancer, put his tambourine on his head.<|quote|>"Suspicious,"</|quote|>said James Harthouse, "certainly." "I think so, sir," said Bounderby, | lurking for no good To her calling Bitzer's attention to him, and their both taking notice of him And to its appearing on inquiry to-day that he was also noticed by the neighbours?" Having come to the climax, Mr. Bounderby, like an oriental dancer, put his tambourine on his head.<|quote|>"Suspicious,"</|quote|>said Jam... | his hat in his hand, gave a beat upon the crown at every little division of his sentences, as if it were a tambourine; "to his being seen night after night watching the Bank? to his lurking about there after dark? To its striking Mrs. Sparsit that he could be lurking for no good To her calling Bitzer's attention to him... | say, "I am the proprietor of this female, and she's worth your attention, I think." Then, resumed his discourse. "You can recall for yourself, Harthouse, what I said to him when you saw him. I didn't mince the matter with him. I am never mealy with 'em. I KNOW 'em. Very well, sir. Three days after that, he bolted. Went... | with these chaps," said Bounderby. "I can read 'em off, like books. Mrs. Sparsit, ma'am, I appeal to you. What warning did I give that fellow, the first time he set foot in the house, when the express object of his visit was to know how he could knock Religion over, and floor the Established Church? Mrs. Sparsit, in po... | they made off; letting themselves out at the main door, and double-locking it again (it was double-locked, and the key under Mrs. Sparsit's pillow) with a false key, which was picked up in the street near the Bank, about twelve o'clock to-day. No alarm takes place, till this chap, Bitzer, turns out this morning, and be... | the scoundrels concerned (there's a gang of 'em) may be thrown off their guard. So take this in confidence. Now wait a bit." Mr. Bounderby wiped his head again. "What should you say to;" here he violently exploded: "to a Hand being in it?" "I hope," said Harthouse, lazily, "not our friend Blackpot?" "Say Pool instead o... | Hard Times |
said James Harthouse, | No speaker | tambourine on his head. "Suspicious,"<|quote|>said James Harthouse,</|quote|>"certainly." "I think so, sir," | an oriental dancer, put his tambourine on his head. "Suspicious,"<|quote|>said James Harthouse,</|quote|>"certainly." "I think so, sir," said Bounderby, with a defiant | for no good To her calling Bitzer's attention to him, and their both taking notice of him And to its appearing on inquiry to-day that he was also noticed by the neighbours?" Having come to the climax, Mr. Bounderby, like an oriental dancer, put his tambourine on his head. "Suspicious,"<|quote|>said James Harthouse,</|q... | hat in his hand, gave a beat upon the crown at every little division of his sentences, as if it were a tambourine; "to his being seen night after night watching the Bank? to his lurking about there after dark? To its striking Mrs. Sparsit that he could be lurking for no good To her calling Bitzer's attention to him, an... | "I am the proprietor of this female, and she's worth your attention, I think." Then, resumed his discourse. "You can recall for yourself, Harthouse, what I said to him when you saw him. I didn't mince the matter with him. I am never mealy with 'em. I KNOW 'em. Very well, sir. Three days after that, he bolted. Went off,... | these chaps," said Bounderby. "I can read 'em off, like books. Mrs. Sparsit, ma'am, I appeal to you. What warning did I give that fellow, the first time he set foot in the house, when the express object of his visit was to know how he could knock Religion over, and floor the Established Church? Mrs. Sparsit, in point o... | made off; letting themselves out at the main door, and double-locking it again (it was double-locked, and the key under Mrs. Sparsit's pillow) with a false key, which was picked up in the street near the Bank, about twelve o'clock to-day. No alarm takes place, till this chap, Bitzer, turns out this morning, and begins ... | fellow," "you can't hide the truth from me: you are not the kind of fellow I like; you'll come to no good" "?" "Assuredly, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, "you did, in a highly impressive manner, give him such an admonition." "When he shocked you, ma'am," said Bounderby; "when he shocked your feelings?" "Yes, sir," return... | Hard Times |
"certainly." | Mr. James Harthouse | head. "Suspicious," said James Harthouse,<|quote|>"certainly."</|quote|>"I think so, sir," said | put his tambourine on his head. "Suspicious," said James Harthouse,<|quote|>"certainly."</|quote|>"I think so, sir," said Bounderby, with a defiant nod. | To her calling Bitzer's attention to him, and their both taking notice of him And to its appearing on inquiry to-day that he was also noticed by the neighbours?" Having come to the climax, Mr. Bounderby, like an oriental dancer, put his tambourine on his head. "Suspicious," said James Harthouse,<|quote|>"certainly."</|... | hand, gave a beat upon the crown at every little division of his sentences, as if it were a tambourine; "to his being seen night after night watching the Bank? to his lurking about there after dark? To its striking Mrs. Sparsit that he could be lurking for no good To her calling Bitzer's attention to him, and their bot... | proprietor of this female, and she's worth your attention, I think." Then, resumed his discourse. "You can recall for yourself, Harthouse, what I said to him when you saw him. I didn't mince the matter with him. I am never mealy with 'em. I KNOW 'em. Very well, sir. Three days after that, he bolted. Went off, nobody kn... | Bounderby. "I can read 'em off, like books. Mrs. Sparsit, ma'am, I appeal to you. What warning did I give that fellow, the first time he set foot in the house, when the express object of his visit was to know how he could knock Religion over, and floor the Established Church? Mrs. Sparsit, in point of high connexions, ... | themselves out at the main door, and double-locking it again (it was double-locked, and the key under Mrs. Sparsit's pillow) with a false key, which was picked up in the street near the Bank, about twelve o'clock to-day. No alarm takes place, till this chap, Bitzer, turns out this morning, and begins to open and prepar... | the gift of the gab, they have. They only want to have their rights explained to them, they do. But I tell you what. Show me a dissatisfied Hand, and I'll show you a man that's fit for anything bad, I don't care what it is." Another of the popular fictions of Coketown, which some pains had been taken to disseminate and... | Hard Times |
"I think so, sir," | Josiah Bounderby | "Suspicious," said James Harthouse, "certainly."<|quote|>"I think so, sir,"</|quote|>said Bounderby, with a defiant | his tambourine on his head. "Suspicious," said James Harthouse, "certainly."<|quote|>"I think so, sir,"</|quote|>said Bounderby, with a defiant nod. "I think so. But | her calling Bitzer's attention to him, and their both taking notice of him And to its appearing on inquiry to-day that he was also noticed by the neighbours?" Having come to the climax, Mr. Bounderby, like an oriental dancer, put his tambourine on his head. "Suspicious," said James Harthouse, "certainly."<|quote|>"I th... | gave a beat upon the crown at every little division of his sentences, as if it were a tambourine; "to his being seen night after night watching the Bank? to his lurking about there after dark? To its striking Mrs. Sparsit that he could be lurking for no good To her calling Bitzer's attention to him, and their both taki... | of this female, and she's worth your attention, I think." Then, resumed his discourse. "You can recall for yourself, Harthouse, what I said to him when you saw him. I didn't mince the matter with him. I am never mealy with 'em. I KNOW 'em. Very well, sir. Three days after that, he bolted. Went off, nobody knows where: ... | "I can read 'em off, like books. Mrs. Sparsit, ma'am, I appeal to you. What warning did I give that fellow, the first time he set foot in the house, when the express object of his visit was to know how he could knock Religion over, and floor the Established Church? Mrs. Sparsit, in point of high connexions, you are on ... | out at the main door, and double-locking it again (it was double-locked, and the key under Mrs. Sparsit's pillow) with a false key, which was picked up in the street near the Bank, about twelve o'clock to-day. No alarm takes place, till this chap, Bitzer, turns out this morning, and begins to open and prepare the offic... | manner, give him such an admonition." "When he shocked you, ma'am," said Bounderby; "when he shocked your feelings?" "Yes, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, with a meek shake of her head, "he certainly did so. Though I do not mean to say but that my feelings may be weaker on such points more foolish if the term is preferred... | Hard Times |
said Bounderby, with a defiant nod. | No speaker | "certainly." "I think so, sir,"<|quote|>said Bounderby, with a defiant nod.</|quote|>"I think so. But there | head. "Suspicious," said James Harthouse, "certainly." "I think so, sir,"<|quote|>said Bounderby, with a defiant nod.</|quote|>"I think so. But there are more of 'em in | to him, and their both taking notice of him And to its appearing on inquiry to-day that he was also noticed by the neighbours?" Having come to the climax, Mr. Bounderby, like an oriental dancer, put his tambourine on his head. "Suspicious," said James Harthouse, "certainly." "I think so, sir,"<|quote|>said Bounderby, w... | the crown at every little division of his sentences, as if it were a tambourine; "to his being seen night after night watching the Bank? to his lurking about there after dark? To its striking Mrs. Sparsit that he could be lurking for no good To her calling Bitzer's attention to him, and their both taking notice of him ... | she's worth your attention, I think." Then, resumed his discourse. "You can recall for yourself, Harthouse, what I said to him when you saw him. I didn't mince the matter with him. I am never mealy with 'em. I KNOW 'em. Very well, sir. Three days after that, he bolted. Went off, nobody knows where: as my mother did in ... | off, like books. Mrs. Sparsit, ma'am, I appeal to you. What warning did I give that fellow, the first time he set foot in the house, when the express object of his visit was to know how he could knock Religion over, and floor the Established Church? Mrs. Sparsit, in point of high connexions, you are on a level with the... | door, and double-locking it again (it was double-locked, and the key under Mrs. Sparsit's pillow) with a false key, which was picked up in the street near the Bank, about twelve o'clock to-day. No alarm takes place, till this chap, Bitzer, turns out this morning, and begins to open and prepare the offices for business.... | over, and floor the Established Church? Mrs. Sparsit, in point of high connexions, you are on a level with the aristocracy, did I say, or did I not say, to that fellow," "you can't hide the truth from me: you are not the kind of fellow I like; you'll come to no good" "?" "Assuredly, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, "you di... | Hard Times |
"I think so. But there are more of 'em in it. There's an old woman. One never hears of these things till the mischief's done; all sorts of defects are found out in the stable door after the horse is stolen; there's an old woman turns up now. An old woman who seems to have been flying into town on a broomstick, every no... | Josiah Bounderby | Bounderby, with a defiant nod.<|quote|>"I think so. But there are more of 'em in it. There's an old woman. One never hears of these things till the mischief's done; all sorts of defects are found out in the stable door after the horse is stolen; there's an old woman turns up now. An old woman who seems to have been fly... | "I think so, sir," said Bounderby, with a defiant nod.<|quote|>"I think so. But there are more of 'em in it. There's an old woman. One never hears of these things till the mischief's done; all sorts of defects are found out in the stable door after the horse is stolen; there's an old woman turns up now. An old woman wh... | notice of him And to its appearing on inquiry to-day that he was also noticed by the neighbours?" Having come to the climax, Mr. Bounderby, like an oriental dancer, put his tambourine on his head. "Suspicious," said James Harthouse, "certainly." "I think so, sir," said Bounderby, with a defiant nod.<|quote|>"I think so... | of his sentences, as if it were a tambourine; "to his being seen night after night watching the Bank? to his lurking about there after dark? To its striking Mrs. Sparsit that he could be lurking for no good To her calling Bitzer's attention to him, and their both taking notice of him And to its appearing on inquiry to-... | Then, resumed his discourse. "You can recall for yourself, Harthouse, what I said to him when you saw him. I didn't mince the matter with him. I am never mealy with 'em. I KNOW 'em. Very well, sir. Three days after that, he bolted. Went off, nobody knows where: as my mother did in my infancy only with this difference, ... | I appeal to you. What warning did I give that fellow, the first time he set foot in the house, when the express object of his visit was to know how he could knock Religion over, and floor the Established Church? Mrs. Sparsit, in point of high connexions, you are on a level with the aristocracy, did I say, or did I not ... | was double-locked, and the key under Mrs. Sparsit's pillow) with a false key, which was picked up in the street near the Bank, about twelve o'clock to-day. No alarm takes place, till this chap, Bitzer, turns out this morning, and begins to open and prepare the offices for business. Then, looking at Tom's safe, he sees ... | as much as to say, "I am the proprietor of this female, and she's worth your attention, I think." Then, resumed his discourse. "You can recall for yourself, Harthouse, what I said to him when you saw him. I didn't mince the matter with him. I am never mealy with 'em. I KNOW 'em. Very well, sir. Three days after that, h... | Hard Times |
There was such a person in the room that night, and she shrunk from observation, thought Louisa. | No speaker | and be damned to her."<|quote|>There was such a person in the room that night, and she shrunk from observation, thought Louisa.</|quote|>"This is not all of | report on going off duty, and be damned to her."<|quote|>There was such a person in the room that night, and she shrunk from observation, thought Louisa.</|quote|>"This is not all of 'em, even as we already | broomstick, every now and then. _She_ watches the place a whole day before this fellow begins, and on the night when you saw him, she steals away with him and holds a council with him I suppose, to make her report on going off duty, and be damned to her."<|quote|>There was such a person in the room that night, and she ... | There's an old woman. One never hears of these things till the mischief's done; all sorts of defects are found out in the stable door after the horse is stolen; there's an old woman turns up now. An old woman who seems to have been flying into town on a broomstick, every now and then. _She_ watches the place a whole da... | being seen night after night watching the Bank? to his lurking about there after dark? To its striking Mrs. Sparsit that he could be lurking for no good To her calling Bitzer's attention to him, and their both taking notice of him And to its appearing on inquiry to-day that he was also noticed by the neighbours?" Havin... | said Bounderby; "when he shocked your feelings?" "Yes, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, with a meek shake of her head, "he certainly did so. Though I do not mean to say but that my feelings may be weaker on such points more foolish if the term is preferred than they might have been, if I had always occupied my present posi... | have been out of pocket if they had invested eighteenpence in the job; I can tell 'em that." "Is anybody suspected?" "Suspected? I should think there was somebody suspected. Egod!" said Bounderby, relinquishing Mrs. Sparsit's arm to wipe his heated head. "Josiah Bounderby of Coketown is not to be plundered and nobody s... | pains had been taken to disseminate and which some people really believed. "But I am acquainted with these chaps," said Bounderby. "I can read 'em off, like books. Mrs. Sparsit, ma'am, I appeal to you. What warning did I give that fellow, the first time he set foot in the house, when the express object of his visit was... | Hard Times |
"This is not all of 'em, even as we already know 'em," | Josiah Bounderby | shrunk from observation, thought Louisa.<|quote|>"This is not all of 'em, even as we already know 'em,"</|quote|>said Bounderby, with many nods | room that night, and she shrunk from observation, thought Louisa.<|quote|>"This is not all of 'em, even as we already know 'em,"</|quote|>said Bounderby, with many nods of hidden meaning. "But I | on the night when you saw him, she steals away with him and holds a council with him I suppose, to make her report on going off duty, and be damned to her." There was such a person in the room that night, and she shrunk from observation, thought Louisa.<|quote|>"This is not all of 'em, even as we already know 'em,"</|q... | defects are found out in the stable door after the horse is stolen; there's an old woman turns up now. An old woman who seems to have been flying into town on a broomstick, every now and then. _She_ watches the place a whole day before this fellow begins, and on the night when you saw him, she steals away with him and ... | striking Mrs. Sparsit that he could be lurking for no good To her calling Bitzer's attention to him, and their both taking notice of him And to its appearing on inquiry to-day that he was also noticed by the neighbours?" Having come to the climax, Mr. Bounderby, like an oriental dancer, put his tambourine on his head. ... | her head, "he certainly did so. Though I do not mean to say but that my feelings may be weaker on such points more foolish if the term is preferred than they might have been, if I had always occupied my present position." Mr. Bounderby stared with a bursting pride at Mr. Harthouse, as much as to say, "I am the propriet... | that." "Is anybody suspected?" "Suspected? I should think there was somebody suspected. Egod!" said Bounderby, relinquishing Mrs. Sparsit's arm to wipe his heated head. "Josiah Bounderby of Coketown is not to be plundered and nobody suspected. No, thank you!" Might Mr. Harthouse inquire Who was suspected? "Well," said ... | crown at every little division of his sentences, as if it were a tambourine; "to his being seen night after night watching the Bank? to his lurking about there after dark? To its striking Mrs. Sparsit that he could be lurking for no good To her calling Bitzer's attention to him, and their both taking notice of him And ... | Hard Times |
said Bounderby, with many nods of hidden meaning. | No speaker | as we already know 'em,"<|quote|>said Bounderby, with many nods of hidden meaning.</|quote|>"But I have said enough | not all of 'em, even as we already know 'em,"<|quote|>said Bounderby, with many nods of hidden meaning.</|quote|>"But I have said enough for the present. You'll have | and holds a council with him I suppose, to make her report on going off duty, and be damned to her." There was such a person in the room that night, and she shrunk from observation, thought Louisa. "This is not all of 'em, even as we already know 'em,"<|quote|>said Bounderby, with many nods of hidden meaning.</|quote|>... | stolen; there's an old woman turns up now. An old woman who seems to have been flying into town on a broomstick, every now and then. _She_ watches the place a whole day before this fellow begins, and on the night when you saw him, she steals away with him and holds a council with him I suppose, to make her report on go... | her calling Bitzer's attention to him, and their both taking notice of him And to its appearing on inquiry to-day that he was also noticed by the neighbours?" Having come to the climax, Mr. Bounderby, like an oriental dancer, put his tambourine on his head. "Suspicious," said James Harthouse, "certainly." "I think so, ... | say but that my feelings may be weaker on such points more foolish if the term is preferred than they might have been, if I had always occupied my present position." Mr. Bounderby stared with a bursting pride at Mr. Harthouse, as much as to say, "I am the proprietor of this female, and she's worth your attention, I thi... | Egod!" said Bounderby, relinquishing Mrs. Sparsit's arm to wipe his heated head. "Josiah Bounderby of Coketown is not to be plundered and nobody suspected. No, thank you!" Might Mr. Harthouse inquire Who was suspected? "Well," said Bounderby, stopping and facing about to confront them all, "I'll tell you. It's not to b... | shocked your feelings?" "Yes, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, with a meek shake of her head, "he certainly did so. Though I do not mean to say but that my feelings may be weaker on such points more foolish if the term is preferred than they might have been, if I had always occupied my present position." Mr. Bounderby star... | Hard Times |
"But I have said enough for the present. You'll have the goodness to keep it quiet, and mention it to no one. It may take time, but we shall have 'em. It's policy to give 'em line enough, and there's no objection to that." | Josiah Bounderby | many nods of hidden meaning.<|quote|>"But I have said enough for the present. You'll have the goodness to keep it quiet, and mention it to no one. It may take time, but we shall have 'em. It's policy to give 'em line enough, and there's no objection to that."</|quote|>"Of course, they will be | know 'em," said Bounderby, with many nods of hidden meaning.<|quote|>"But I have said enough for the present. You'll have the goodness to keep it quiet, and mention it to no one. It may take time, but we shall have 'em. It's policy to give 'em line enough, and there's no objection to that."</|quote|>"Of course, they wi... | to make her report on going off duty, and be damned to her." There was such a person in the room that night, and she shrunk from observation, thought Louisa. "This is not all of 'em, even as we already know 'em," said Bounderby, with many nods of hidden meaning.<|quote|>"But I have said enough for the present. You'll h... | An old woman who seems to have been flying into town on a broomstick, every now and then. _She_ watches the place a whole day before this fellow begins, and on the night when you saw him, she steals away with him and holds a council with him I suppose, to make her report on going off duty, and be damned to her." There ... | both taking notice of him And to its appearing on inquiry to-day that he was also noticed by the neighbours?" Having come to the climax, Mr. Bounderby, like an oriental dancer, put his tambourine on his head. "Suspicious," said James Harthouse, "certainly." "I think so, sir," said Bounderby, with a defiant nod. "I thin... | on such points more foolish if the term is preferred than they might have been, if I had always occupied my present position." Mr. Bounderby stared with a bursting pride at Mr. Harthouse, as much as to say, "I am the proprietor of this female, and she's worth your attention, I think." Then, resumed his discourse. "You ... | wipe his heated head. "Josiah Bounderby of Coketown is not to be plundered and nobody suspected. No, thank you!" Might Mr. Harthouse inquire Who was suspected? "Well," said Bounderby, stopping and facing about to confront them all, "I'll tell you. It's not to be mentioned everywhere; it's not to be mentioned anywhere: ... | after dark? To its striking Mrs. Sparsit that he could be lurking for no good To her calling Bitzer's attention to him, and their both taking notice of him And to its appearing on inquiry to-day that he was also noticed by the neighbours?" Having come to the climax, Mr. Bounderby, like an oriental dancer, put his tambo... | Hard Times |
"Of course, they will be punished with the utmost rigour of the law, as notice-boards observe," | Mr. James Harthouse | there's no objection to that."<|quote|>"Of course, they will be punished with the utmost rigour of the law, as notice-boards observe,"</|quote|>replied James Harthouse, "and serve | give 'em line enough, and there's no objection to that."<|quote|>"Of course, they will be punished with the utmost rigour of the law, as notice-boards observe,"</|quote|>replied James Harthouse, "and serve them right. Fellows who go | with many nods of hidden meaning. "But I have said enough for the present. You'll have the goodness to keep it quiet, and mention it to no one. It may take time, but we shall have 'em. It's policy to give 'em line enough, and there's no objection to that."<|quote|>"Of course, they will be punished with the utmost rigou... | a council with him I suppose, to make her report on going off duty, and be damned to her." There was such a person in the room that night, and she shrunk from observation, thought Louisa. "This is not all of 'em, even as we already know 'em," said Bounderby, with many nods of hidden meaning. "But I have said enough for... | so, sir," said Bounderby, with a defiant nod. "I think so. But there are more of 'em in it. There's an old woman. One never hears of these things till the mischief's done; all sorts of defects are found out in the stable door after the horse is stolen; there's an old woman turns up now. An old woman who seems to have b... | female, and she's worth your attention, I think." Then, resumed his discourse. "You can recall for yourself, Harthouse, what I said to him when you saw him. I didn't mince the matter with him. I am never mealy with 'em. I KNOW 'em. Very well, sir. Three days after that, he bolted. Went off, nobody knows where: as my mo... | mentioned everywhere; it's not to be mentioned anywhere: in order that the scoundrels concerned (there's a gang of 'em) may be thrown off their guard. So take this in confidence. Now wait a bit." Mr. Bounderby wiped his head again. "What should you say to;" here he violently exploded: "to a Hand being in it?" "I hope,"... | you. What warning did I give that fellow, the first time he set foot in the house, when the express object of his visit was to know how he could knock Religion over, and floor the Established Church? Mrs. Sparsit, in point of high connexions, you are on a level with the aristocracy, did I say, or did I not say, to that... | Hard Times |
replied James Harthouse, | No speaker | the law, as notice-boards observe,"<|quote|>replied James Harthouse,</|quote|>"and serve them right. Fellows | with the utmost rigour of the law, as notice-boards observe,"<|quote|>replied James Harthouse,</|quote|>"and serve them right. Fellows who go in for Banks | the goodness to keep it quiet, and mention it to no one. It may take time, but we shall have 'em. It's policy to give 'em line enough, and there's no objection to that." "Of course, they will be punished with the utmost rigour of the law, as notice-boards observe,"<|quote|>replied James Harthouse,</|quote|>"and serve t... | damned to her." There was such a person in the room that night, and she shrunk from observation, thought Louisa. "This is not all of 'em, even as we already know 'em," said Bounderby, with many nods of hidden meaning. "But I have said enough for the present. You'll have the goodness to keep it quiet, and mention it to ... | 'em in it. There's an old woman. One never hears of these things till the mischief's done; all sorts of defects are found out in the stable door after the horse is stolen; there's an old woman turns up now. An old woman who seems to have been flying into town on a broomstick, every now and then. _She_ watches the place... | yourself, Harthouse, what I said to him when you saw him. I didn't mince the matter with him. I am never mealy with 'em. I KNOW 'em. Very well, sir. Three days after that, he bolted. Went off, nobody knows where: as my mother did in my infancy only with this difference, that he is a worse subject than my mother, if pos... | gang of 'em) may be thrown off their guard. So take this in confidence. Now wait a bit." Mr. Bounderby wiped his head again. "What should you say to;" here he violently exploded: "to a Hand being in it?" "I hope," said Harthouse, lazily, "not our friend Blackpot?" "Say Pool instead of Pot, sir," returned Bounderby, "an... | no good To her calling Bitzer's attention to him, and their both taking notice of him And to its appearing on inquiry to-day that he was also noticed by the neighbours?" Having come to the climax, Mr. Bounderby, like an oriental dancer, put his tambourine on his head. "Suspicious," said James Harthouse, "certainly." "I... | Hard Times |
"and serve them right. Fellows who go in for Banks must take the consequences. If there were no consequences, we should all go in for Banks." | Mr. James Harthouse | notice-boards observe," replied James Harthouse,<|quote|>"and serve them right. Fellows who go in for Banks must take the consequences. If there were no consequences, we should all go in for Banks."</|quote|>He had gently taken Louisa's | rigour of the law, as notice-boards observe," replied James Harthouse,<|quote|>"and serve them right. Fellows who go in for Banks must take the consequences. If there were no consequences, we should all go in for Banks."</|quote|>He had gently taken Louisa's parasol from her hand, and | keep it quiet, and mention it to no one. It may take time, but we shall have 'em. It's policy to give 'em line enough, and there's no objection to that." "Of course, they will be punished with the utmost rigour of the law, as notice-boards observe," replied James Harthouse,<|quote|>"and serve them right. Fellows who go... | There was such a person in the room that night, and she shrunk from observation, thought Louisa. "This is not all of 'em, even as we already know 'em," said Bounderby, with many nods of hidden meaning. "But I have said enough for the present. You'll have the goodness to keep it quiet, and mention it to no one. It may t... | There's an old woman. One never hears of these things till the mischief's done; all sorts of defects are found out in the stable door after the horse is stolen; there's an old woman turns up now. An old woman who seems to have been flying into town on a broomstick, every now and then. _She_ watches the place a whole da... | I said to him when you saw him. I didn't mince the matter with him. I am never mealy with 'em. I KNOW 'em. Very well, sir. Three days after that, he bolted. Went off, nobody knows where: as my mother did in my infancy only with this difference, that he is a worse subject than my mother, if possible. What did he do befo... | may be thrown off their guard. So take this in confidence. Now wait a bit." Mr. Bounderby wiped his head again. "What should you say to;" here he violently exploded: "to a Hand being in it?" "I hope," said Harthouse, lazily, "not our friend Blackpot?" "Say Pool instead of Pot, sir," returned Bounderby, "and that's the ... | dark? To its striking Mrs. Sparsit that he could be lurking for no good To her calling Bitzer's attention to him, and their both taking notice of him And to its appearing on inquiry to-day that he was also noticed by the neighbours?" Having come to the climax, Mr. Bounderby, like an oriental dancer, put his tambourine ... | Hard Times |
He had gently taken Louisa's parasol from her hand, and had put it up for her; and she walked under its shade, though the sun did not shine there. | No speaker | all go in for Banks."<|quote|>He had gently taken Louisa's parasol from her hand, and had put it up for her; and she walked under its shade, though the sun did not shine there.</|quote|>"For the present, Loo Bounderby," | were no consequences, we should all go in for Banks."<|quote|>He had gently taken Louisa's parasol from her hand, and had put it up for her; and she walked under its shade, though the sun did not shine there.</|quote|>"For the present, Loo Bounderby," said her husband, "here's Mrs. | there's no objection to that." "Of course, they will be punished with the utmost rigour of the law, as notice-boards observe," replied James Harthouse, "and serve them right. Fellows who go in for Banks must take the consequences. If there were no consequences, we should all go in for Banks."<|quote|>He had gently take... | already know 'em," said Bounderby, with many nods of hidden meaning. "But I have said enough for the present. You'll have the goodness to keep it quiet, and mention it to no one. It may take time, but we shall have 'em. It's policy to give 'em line enough, and there's no objection to that." "Of course, they will be pun... | the horse is stolen; there's an old woman turns up now. An old woman who seems to have been flying into town on a broomstick, every now and then. _She_ watches the place a whole day before this fellow begins, and on the night when you saw him, she steals away with him and holds a council with him I suppose, to make her... | sir. Three days after that, he bolted. Went off, nobody knows where: as my mother did in my infancy only with this difference, that he is a worse subject than my mother, if possible. What did he do before he went? What do you say;" Mr. Bounderby, with his hat in his hand, gave a beat upon the crown at every little divi... | here he violently exploded: "to a Hand being in it?" "I hope," said Harthouse, lazily, "not our friend Blackpot?" "Say Pool instead of Pot, sir," returned Bounderby, "and that's the man." Louisa faintly uttered some word of incredulity and surprise. "O yes! I know!" said Bounderby, immediately catching at the sound. "I... | old woman. One never hears of these things till the mischief's done; all sorts of defects are found out in the stable door after the horse is stolen; there's an old woman turns up now. An old woman who seems to have been flying into town on a broomstick, every now and then. _She_ watches the place a whole day before th... | Hard Times |
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