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Louisa had relinquished the hand: had thought that her sister's was a better and brighter face than hers had ever been: had seen in it, not without a rising feeling of resentment, even in that place and at that time, something of the gentleness of the other face in the room; the sweet face with the trusting eyes, made ... | No speaker | leave us alone a minute."<|quote|>Louisa had relinquished the hand: had thought that her sister's was a better and brighter face than hers had ever been: had seen in it, not without a rising feeling of resentment, even in that place and at that time, something of the gentleness of the other face in the room; the sweet ... | dear. Sissy, my good girl, leave us alone a minute."<|quote|>Louisa had relinquished the hand: had thought that her sister's was a better and brighter face than hers had ever been: had seen in it, not without a rising feeling of resentment, even in that place and at that time, something of the gentleness of the other f... | approach. "Do you see the likeness, Louisa?" "Yes, mother. I should think her like me. But" "Eh! Yes, I always say so," Mrs. Gradgrind cried, with unexpected quickness. "And that reminds me. I I want to speak to you, my dear. Sissy, my good girl, leave us alone a minute."<|quote|>Louisa had relinquished the hand: had t... | seldom see your sister," said Mrs. Gradgrind. "She grows like you. I wish you would look at her. Sissy, bring her here." She was brought, and stood with her hand in her sister's. Louisa had observed her with her arm round Sissy's neck, and she felt the difference of this approach. "Do you see the likeness, Louisa?" "Ye... | to hear of you, mother; not of myself." "You want to hear of me, my dear? That's something new, I am sure, when anybody wants to hear of me. Not at all well, Louisa. Very faint and giddy." "Are you in pain, dear mother?" "I think there's a pain somewhere in the room," said Mrs. Gradgrind, "but I couldn't positively say... | if she did, she would never hear the last of it. Her feeble voice sounded so far away in her bundle of shawls, and the sound of another voice addressing her seemed to take such a long time in getting down to her ears, that she might have been lying at the bottom of a well. The poor lady was nearer Truth than she ever h... | intended wife. She had no inducements to go back, and had rarely gone. Neither, as she approached her old home now, did any of the best influences of old home descend upon her. The dreams of childhood its airy fables; its graceful, beautiful, humane, impossible adornments of the world beyond: so good to be believed in ... | he ought to know." "I want to hear of you, mother; not of myself." "You want to hear of me, my dear? That's something new, I am sure, when anybody wants to hear of me. Not at all well, Louisa. Very faint and giddy." "Are you in pain, dear mother?" "I think there's a pain somewhere in the room," said Mrs. Gradgrind, "bu... | Hard Times |
"You were going to speak to me, mother." | Louisa Bounderby | lips again, and recalled her.<|quote|>"You were going to speak to me, mother."</|quote|>"Eh? Yes, to be sure, | of a hand to her lips again, and recalled her.<|quote|>"You were going to speak to me, mother."</|quote|>"Eh? Yes, to be sure, my dear. You know your | Left alone with her mother, Louisa saw her lying with an awful lull upon her face, like one who was floating away upon some great water, all resistance over, content to be carried down the stream. She put the shadow of a hand to her lips again, and recalled her.<|quote|>"You were going to speak to me, mother."</|quote|... | had seen in it, not without a rising feeling of resentment, even in that place and at that time, something of the gentleness of the other face in the room; the sweet face with the trusting eyes, made paler than watching and sympathy made it, by the rich dark hair. Left alone with her mother, Louisa saw her lying with a... | here." She was brought, and stood with her hand in her sister's. Louisa had observed her with her arm round Sissy's neck, and she felt the difference of this approach. "Do you see the likeness, Louisa?" "Yes, mother. I should think her like me. But" "Eh! Yes, I always say so," Mrs. Gradgrind cried, with unexpected quic... | that regulation, not being yet provided with a permanent substitute. Louisa had sat by her for some minutes, and had spoken to her often, before she arrived at a clear understanding who it was. She then seemed to come to it all at once. "Well, my dear," said Mrs. Gradgrind, "and I hope you are going on satisfactorily t... | sun themselves, simple and trustful, and not worldly-wise what had she to do with these? Remembrances of how she had journeyed to the little that she knew, by the enchanted roads of what she and millions of innocent creatures had hoped and imagined; of how, first coming upon Reason through the tender light of Fancy, sh... | time. Louisa, holding her hand, could feel no pulse; but kissing it, could see a slight thin thread of life in fluttering motion. "You very seldom see your sister," said Mrs. Gradgrind. "She grows like you. I wish you would look at her. Sissy, bring her here." She was brought, and stood with her hand in her sister's. L... | Hard Times |
"Eh? Yes, to be sure, my dear. You know your father is almost always away now, and therefore I must write to him about it." | Mrs. Gradgrind | to speak to me, mother."<|quote|>"Eh? Yes, to be sure, my dear. You know your father is almost always away now, and therefore I must write to him about it."</|quote|>"About what, mother? Don't be | recalled her. "You were going to speak to me, mother."<|quote|>"Eh? Yes, to be sure, my dear. You know your father is almost always away now, and therefore I must write to him about it."</|quote|>"About what, mother? Don't be troubled. About what?" "You must | lying with an awful lull upon her face, like one who was floating away upon some great water, all resistance over, content to be carried down the stream. She put the shadow of a hand to her lips again, and recalled her. "You were going to speak to me, mother."<|quote|>"Eh? Yes, to be sure, my dear. You know your father... | feeling of resentment, even in that place and at that time, something of the gentleness of the other face in the room; the sweet face with the trusting eyes, made paler than watching and sympathy made it, by the rich dark hair. Left alone with her mother, Louisa saw her lying with an awful lull upon her face, like one ... | hand in her sister's. Louisa had observed her with her arm round Sissy's neck, and she felt the difference of this approach. "Do you see the likeness, Louisa?" "Yes, mother. I should think her like me. But" "Eh! Yes, I always say so," Mrs. Gradgrind cried, with unexpected quickness. "And that reminds me. I I want to sp... | permanent substitute. Louisa had sat by her for some minutes, and had spoken to her often, before she arrived at a clear understanding who it was. She then seemed to come to it all at once. "Well, my dear," said Mrs. Gradgrind, "and I hope you are going on satisfactorily to yourself. It was all your father's doing. He ... | what had she to do with these? Remembrances of how she had journeyed to the little that she knew, by the enchanted roads of what she and millions of innocent creatures had hoped and imagined; of how, first coming upon Reason through the tender light of Fancy, she had seen it a beneficent god, deferring to gods as great... | he ought to know." "I want to hear of you, mother; not of myself." "You want to hear of me, my dear? That's something new, I am sure, when anybody wants to hear of me. Not at all well, Louisa. Very faint and giddy." "Are you in pain, dear mother?" "I think there's a pain somewhere in the room," said Mrs. Gradgrind, "bu... | Hard Times |
"About what, mother? Don't be troubled. About what?" | Louisa Bounderby | write to him about it."<|quote|>"About what, mother? Don't be troubled. About what?"</|quote|>"You must remember, my dear, | now, and therefore I must write to him about it."<|quote|>"About what, mother? Don't be troubled. About what?"</|quote|>"You must remember, my dear, that whenever I have said | down the stream. She put the shadow of a hand to her lips again, and recalled her. "You were going to speak to me, mother." "Eh? Yes, to be sure, my dear. You know your father is almost always away now, and therefore I must write to him about it."<|quote|>"About what, mother? Don't be troubled. About what?"</|quote|>"Y... | with the trusting eyes, made paler than watching and sympathy made it, by the rich dark hair. Left alone with her mother, Louisa saw her lying with an awful lull upon her face, like one who was floating away upon some great water, all resistance over, content to be carried down the stream. She put the shadow of a hand ... | the likeness, Louisa?" "Yes, mother. I should think her like me. But" "Eh! Yes, I always say so," Mrs. Gradgrind cried, with unexpected quickness. "And that reminds me. I I want to speak to you, my dear. Sissy, my good girl, leave us alone a minute." Louisa had relinquished the hand: had thought that her sister's was a... | was. She then seemed to come to it all at once. "Well, my dear," said Mrs. Gradgrind, "and I hope you are going on satisfactorily to yourself. It was all your father's doing. He set his heart upon it. And he ought to know." "I want to hear of you, mother; not of myself." "You want to hear of me, my dear? That's somethi... | she and millions of innocent creatures had hoped and imagined; of how, first coming upon Reason through the tender light of Fancy, she had seen it a beneficent god, deferring to gods as great as itself; not a grim Idol, cruel and cold, with its victims bound hand to foot, and its big dumb shape set up with a sightless ... | not of myself." "You want to hear of me, my dear? That's something new, I am sure, when anybody wants to hear of me. Not at all well, Louisa. Very faint and giddy." "Are you in pain, dear mother?" "I think there's a pain somewhere in the room," said Mrs. Gradgrind, "but I couldn't positively say that I have got it." Af... | Hard Times |
"You must remember, my dear, that whenever I have said anything, on any subject, I have never heard the last of it: and consequently, that I have long left off saying anything." | Mrs. Gradgrind | Don't be troubled. About what?"<|quote|>"You must remember, my dear, that whenever I have said anything, on any subject, I have never heard the last of it: and consequently, that I have long left off saying anything."</|quote|>"I can hear you, mother." | about it." "About what, mother? Don't be troubled. About what?"<|quote|>"You must remember, my dear, that whenever I have said anything, on any subject, I have never heard the last of it: and consequently, that I have long left off saying anything."</|quote|>"I can hear you, mother." But, it was only by | a hand to her lips again, and recalled her. "You were going to speak to me, mother." "Eh? Yes, to be sure, my dear. You know your father is almost always away now, and therefore I must write to him about it." "About what, mother? Don't be troubled. About what?"<|quote|>"You must remember, my dear, that whenever I have ... | and sympathy made it, by the rich dark hair. Left alone with her mother, Louisa saw her lying with an awful lull upon her face, like one who was floating away upon some great water, all resistance over, content to be carried down the stream. She put the shadow of a hand to her lips again, and recalled her. "You were go... | her like me. But" "Eh! Yes, I always say so," Mrs. Gradgrind cried, with unexpected quickness. "And that reminds me. I I want to speak to you, my dear. Sissy, my good girl, leave us alone a minute." Louisa had relinquished the hand: had thought that her sister's was a better and brighter face than hers had ever been: h... | all at once. "Well, my dear," said Mrs. Gradgrind, "and I hope you are going on satisfactorily to yourself. It was all your father's doing. He set his heart upon it. And he ought to know." "I want to hear of you, mother; not of myself." "You want to hear of me, my dear? That's something new, I am sure, when anybody wan... | and imagined; of how, first coming upon Reason through the tender light of Fancy, she had seen it a beneficent god, deferring to gods as great as itself; not a grim Idol, cruel and cold, with its victims bound hand to foot, and its big dumb shape set up with a sightless stare, never to be moved by anything but so many ... | look at her. Sissy, bring her here." She was brought, and stood with her hand in her sister's. Louisa had observed her with her arm round Sissy's neck, and she felt the difference of this approach. "Do you see the likeness, Louisa?" "Yes, mother. I should think her like me. But" "Eh! Yes, I always say so," Mrs. Gradgri... | Hard Times |
"I can hear you, mother." | Louisa Bounderby | long left off saying anything."<|quote|>"I can hear you, mother."</|quote|>But, it was only by | and consequently, that I have long left off saying anything."<|quote|>"I can hear you, mother."</|quote|>But, it was only by dint of bending down to | now, and therefore I must write to him about it." "About what, mother? Don't be troubled. About what?" "You must remember, my dear, that whenever I have said anything, on any subject, I have never heard the last of it: and consequently, that I have long left off saying anything."<|quote|>"I can hear you, mother."</|quo... | some great water, all resistance over, content to be carried down the stream. She put the shadow of a hand to her lips again, and recalled her. "You were going to speak to me, mother." "Eh? Yes, to be sure, my dear. You know your father is almost always away now, and therefore I must write to him about it." "About what... | girl, leave us alone a minute." Louisa had relinquished the hand: had thought that her sister's was a better and brighter face than hers had ever been: had seen in it, not without a rising feeling of resentment, even in that place and at that time, something of the gentleness of the other face in the room; the sweet fa... | he ought to know." "I want to hear of you, mother; not of myself." "You want to hear of me, my dear? That's something new, I am sure, when anybody wants to hear of me. Not at all well, Louisa. Very faint and giddy." "Are you in pain, dear mother?" "I think there's a pain somewhere in the room," said Mrs. Gradgrind, "bu... | cruel and cold, with its victims bound hand to foot, and its big dumb shape set up with a sightless stare, never to be moved by anything but so many calculated tons of leverage what had she to do with these? Her remembrances of home and childhood were remembrances of the drying up of every spring and fountain in her yo... | had much to do with it. On being told that Mrs. Bounderby was there, she replied, at cross-purposes, that she had never called him by that name since he married Louisa; that pending her choice of an objectionable name, she had called him J; and that she could not at present depart from that regulation, not being yet pr... | Hard Times |
But, it was only by dint of bending down to her ear, and at the same time attentively watching the lips as they moved, that she could link such faint and broken sounds into any chain of connexion. | No speaker | "I can hear you, mother."<|quote|>But, it was only by dint of bending down to her ear, and at the same time attentively watching the lips as they moved, that she could link such faint and broken sounds into any chain of connexion.</|quote|>"You learnt a great deal, | long left off saying anything." "I can hear you, mother."<|quote|>But, it was only by dint of bending down to her ear, and at the same time attentively watching the lips as they moved, that she could link such faint and broken sounds into any chain of connexion.</|quote|>"You learnt a great deal, Louisa, and so did you... | write to him about it." "About what, mother? Don't be troubled. About what?" "You must remember, my dear, that whenever I have said anything, on any subject, I have never heard the last of it: and consequently, that I have long left off saying anything." "I can hear you, mother."<|quote|>But, it was only by dint of ben... | over, content to be carried down the stream. She put the shadow of a hand to her lips again, and recalled her. "You were going to speak to me, mother." "Eh? Yes, to be sure, my dear. You know your father is almost always away now, and therefore I must write to him about it." "About what, mother? Don't be troubled. Abou... | minute." Louisa had relinquished the hand: had thought that her sister's was a better and brighter face than hers had ever been: had seen in it, not without a rising feeling of resentment, even in that place and at that time, something of the gentleness of the other face in the room; the sweet face with the trusting ey... | want to hear of you, mother; not of myself." "You want to hear of me, my dear? That's something new, I am sure, when anybody wants to hear of me. Not at all well, Louisa. Very faint and giddy." "Are you in pain, dear mother?" "I think there's a pain somewhere in the room," said Mrs. Gradgrind, "but I couldn't positivel... | victims bound hand to foot, and its big dumb shape set up with a sightless stare, never to be moved by anything but so many calculated tons of leverage what had she to do with these? Her remembrances of home and childhood were remembrances of the drying up of every spring and fountain in her young heart as it gushed ou... | with a permanent substitute. Louisa had sat by her for some minutes, and had spoken to her often, before she arrived at a clear understanding who it was. She then seemed to come to it all at once. "Well, my dear," said Mrs. Gradgrind, "and I hope you are going on satisfactorily to yourself. It was all your father's doi... | Hard Times |
"You learnt a great deal, Louisa, and so did your brother. Ologies of all kinds from morning to night. If there is any Ology left, of any description, that has not been worn to rags in this house, all I can say is, I hope I shall never hear its name." | Mrs. Gradgrind | into any chain of connexion.<|quote|>"You learnt a great deal, Louisa, and so did your brother. Ologies of all kinds from morning to night. If there is any Ology left, of any description, that has not been worn to rags in this house, all I can say is, I hope I shall never hear its name."</|quote|>"I can hear you, mothe... | such faint and broken sounds into any chain of connexion.<|quote|>"You learnt a great deal, Louisa, and so did your brother. Ologies of all kinds from morning to night. If there is any Ology left, of any description, that has not been worn to rags in this house, all I can say is, I hope I shall never hear its name."</|... | I have long left off saying anything." "I can hear you, mother." But, it was only by dint of bending down to her ear, and at the same time attentively watching the lips as they moved, that she could link such faint and broken sounds into any chain of connexion.<|quote|>"You learnt a great deal, Louisa, and so did your ... | know your father is almost always away now, and therefore I must write to him about it." "About what, mother? Don't be troubled. About what?" "You must remember, my dear, that whenever I have said anything, on any subject, I have never heard the last of it: and consequently, that I have long left off saying anything." ... | at that time, something of the gentleness of the other face in the room; the sweet face with the trusting eyes, made paler than watching and sympathy made it, by the rich dark hair. Left alone with her mother, Louisa saw her lying with an awful lull upon her face, like one who was floating away upon some great water, a... | giddy." "Are you in pain, dear mother?" "I think there's a pain somewhere in the room," said Mrs. Gradgrind, "but I couldn't positively say that I have got it." After this strange speech, she lay silent for some time. Louisa, holding her hand, could feel no pulse; but kissing it, could see a slight thin thread of life ... | of home and childhood were remembrances of the drying up of every spring and fountain in her young heart as it gushed out. The golden waters were not there. They were flowing for the fertilization of the land where grapes are gathered from thorns, and figs from thistles. She went, with a heavy, hardened kind of sorrow ... | his heart upon it. And he ought to know." "I want to hear of you, mother; not of myself." "You want to hear of me, my dear? That's something new, I am sure, when anybody wants to hear of me. Not at all well, Louisa. Very faint and giddy." "Are you in pain, dear mother?" "I think there's a pain somewhere in the room," s... | Hard Times |
"I can hear you, mother, when you have strength to go on." | Louisa Bounderby | shall never hear its name."<|quote|>"I can hear you, mother, when you have strength to go on."</|quote|>This, to keep her from | say is, I hope I shall never hear its name."<|quote|>"I can hear you, mother, when you have strength to go on."</|quote|>This, to keep her from floating away. "But there is | learnt a great deal, Louisa, and so did your brother. Ologies of all kinds from morning to night. If there is any Ology left, of any description, that has not been worn to rags in this house, all I can say is, I hope I shall never hear its name."<|quote|>"I can hear you, mother, when you have strength to go on."</|quot... | have long left off saying anything." "I can hear you, mother." But, it was only by dint of bending down to her ear, and at the same time attentively watching the lips as they moved, that she could link such faint and broken sounds into any chain of connexion. "You learnt a great deal, Louisa, and so did your brother. O... | one who was floating away upon some great water, all resistance over, content to be carried down the stream. She put the shadow of a hand to her lips again, and recalled her. "You were going to speak to me, mother." "Eh? Yes, to be sure, my dear. You know your father is almost always away now, and therefore I must writ... | see a slight thin thread of life in fluttering motion. "You very seldom see your sister," said Mrs. Gradgrind. "She grows like you. I wish you would look at her. Sissy, bring her here." She was brought, and stood with her hand in her sister's. Louisa had observed her with her arm round Sissy's neck, and she felt the di... | a heavy, hardened kind of sorrow upon her, into the house and into her mother's room. Since the time of her leaving home, Sissy had lived with the rest of the family on equal terms. Sissy was at her mother's side; and Jane, her sister, now ten or twelve years old, was in the room. There was great trouble before it coul... | think there's a pain somewhere in the room," said Mrs. Gradgrind, "but I couldn't positively say that I have got it." After this strange speech, she lay silent for some time. Louisa, holding her hand, could feel no pulse; but kissing it, could see a slight thin thread of life in fluttering motion. "You very seldom see ... | Hard Times |
This, to keep her from floating away. | No speaker | have strength to go on."<|quote|>This, to keep her from floating away.</|quote|>"But there is something not | hear you, mother, when you have strength to go on."<|quote|>This, to keep her from floating away.</|quote|>"But there is something not an Ology at all that | all kinds from morning to night. If there is any Ology left, of any description, that has not been worn to rags in this house, all I can say is, I hope I shall never hear its name." "I can hear you, mother, when you have strength to go on."<|quote|>This, to keep her from floating away.</|quote|>"But there is something ... | it was only by dint of bending down to her ear, and at the same time attentively watching the lips as they moved, that she could link such faint and broken sounds into any chain of connexion. "You learnt a great deal, Louisa, and so did your brother. Ologies of all kinds from morning to night. If there is any Ology lef... | content to be carried down the stream. She put the shadow of a hand to her lips again, and recalled her. "You were going to speak to me, mother." "Eh? Yes, to be sure, my dear. You know your father is almost always away now, and therefore I must write to him about it." "About what, mother? Don't be troubled. About what... | seldom see your sister," said Mrs. Gradgrind. "She grows like you. I wish you would look at her. Sissy, bring her here." She was brought, and stood with her hand in her sister's. Louisa had observed her with her arm round Sissy's neck, and she felt the difference of this approach. "Do you see the likeness, Louisa?" "Ye... | into her mother's room. Since the time of her leaving home, Sissy had lived with the rest of the family on equal terms. Sissy was at her mother's side; and Jane, her sister, now ten or twelve years old, was in the room. There was great trouble before it could be made known to Mrs. Gradgrind that her eldest child was th... | dear. Sissy, my good girl, leave us alone a minute." Louisa had relinquished the hand: had thought that her sister's was a better and brighter face than hers had ever been: had seen in it, not without a rising feeling of resentment, even in that place and at that time, something of the gentleness of the other face in t... | Hard Times |
"But there is something not an Ology at all that your father has missed, or forgotten, Louisa. I don't know what it is. I have often sat with Sissy near me, and thought about it. I shall never get its name now. But your father may. It makes me restless. I want to write to him, to find out for God's sake, what it is. Gi... | Mrs. Gradgrind | keep her from floating away.<|quote|>"But there is something not an Ology at all that your father has missed, or forgotten, Louisa. I don't know what it is. I have often sat with Sissy near me, and thought about it. I shall never get its name now. But your father may. It makes me restless. I want to write to him, to fi... | to go on." This, to keep her from floating away.<|quote|>"But there is something not an Ology at all that your father has missed, or forgotten, Louisa. I don't know what it is. I have often sat with Sissy near me, and thought about it. I shall never get its name now. But your father may. It makes me restless. I want to... | there is any Ology left, of any description, that has not been worn to rags in this house, all I can say is, I hope I shall never hear its name." "I can hear you, mother, when you have strength to go on." This, to keep her from floating away.<|quote|>"But there is something not an Ology at all that your father has miss... | down to her ear, and at the same time attentively watching the lips as they moved, that she could link such faint and broken sounds into any chain of connexion. "You learnt a great deal, Louisa, and so did your brother. Ologies of all kinds from morning to night. If there is any Ology left, of any description, that has... | She put the shadow of a hand to her lips again, and recalled her. "You were going to speak to me, mother." "Eh? Yes, to be sure, my dear. You know your father is almost always away now, and therefore I must write to him about it." "About what, mother? Don't be troubled. About what?" "You must remember, my dear, that wh... | "She grows like you. I wish you would look at her. Sissy, bring her here." She was brought, and stood with her hand in her sister's. Louisa had observed her with her arm round Sissy's neck, and she felt the difference of this approach. "Do you see the likeness, Louisa?" "Yes, mother. I should think her like me. But" "E... | of her leaving home, Sissy had lived with the rest of the family on equal terms. Sissy was at her mother's side; and Jane, her sister, now ten or twelve years old, was in the room. There was great trouble before it could be made known to Mrs. Gradgrind that her eldest child was there. She reclined, propped up, from mer... | arrived at a clear understanding who it was. She then seemed to come to it all at once. "Well, my dear," said Mrs. Gradgrind, "and I hope you are going on satisfactorily to yourself. It was all your father's doing. He set his heart upon it. And he ought to know." "I want to hear of you, mother; not of myself." "You wan... | Hard Times |
Even the power of restlessness was gone, except from the poor head, which could just turn from side to side. She fancied, however, that her request had been complied with, and that the pen she could not have held was in her hand. It matters little what figures of wonderful no-meaning she began to trace upon her wrapper... | No speaker | pen, give me a pen."<|quote|>Even the power of restlessness was gone, except from the poor head, which could just turn from side to side. She fancied, however, that her request had been complied with, and that the pen she could not have held was in her hand. It matters little what figures of wonderful no-meaning she be... | it is. Give me a pen, give me a pen."<|quote|>Even the power of restlessness was gone, except from the poor head, which could just turn from side to side. She fancied, however, that her request had been complied with, and that the pen she could not have held was in her hand. It matters little what figures of wonderful ... | I have often sat with Sissy near me, and thought about it. I shall never get its name now. But your father may. It makes me restless. I want to write to him, to find out for God's sake, what it is. Give me a pen, give me a pen."<|quote|>Even the power of restlessness was gone, except from the poor head, which could jus... | I hope I shall never hear its name." "I can hear you, mother, when you have strength to go on." This, to keep her from floating away. "But there is something not an Ology at all that your father has missed, or forgotten, Louisa. I don't know what it is. I have often sat with Sissy near me, and thought about it. I shall... | the last of it: and consequently, that I have long left off saying anything." "I can hear you, mother." But, it was only by dint of bending down to her ear, and at the same time attentively watching the lips as they moved, that she could link such faint and broken sounds into any chain of connexion. "You learnt a great... | reminds me. I I want to speak to you, my dear. Sissy, my good girl, leave us alone a minute." Louisa had relinquished the hand: had thought that her sister's was a better and brighter face than hers had ever been: had seen in it, not without a rising feeling of resentment, even in that place and at that time, something... | anything so helpless could be kept in. She had positively refused to take to her bed; on the ground that if she did, she would never hear the last of it. Her feeble voice sounded so far away in her bundle of shawls, and the sound of another voice addressing her seemed to take such a long time in getting down to her ear... | "Do you see the likeness, Louisa?" "Yes, mother. I should think her like me. But" "Eh! Yes, I always say so," Mrs. Gradgrind cried, with unexpected quickness. "And that reminds me. I I want to speak to you, my dear. Sissy, my good girl, leave us alone a minute." Louisa had relinquished the hand: had thought that her si... | Hard Times |
"I tell you what, ma'am; you shall come down here of a Saturday, while the fine weather lasts, and stay till Monday." | Josiah Bounderby | the day before her departure,<|quote|>"I tell you what, ma'am; you shall come down here of a Saturday, while the fine weather lasts, and stay till Monday."</|quote|>To which Mrs. Sparsit returned, | her at the dinner-table, on the day before her departure,<|quote|>"I tell you what, ma'am; you shall come down here of a Saturday, while the fine weather lasts, and stay till Monday."</|quote|>To which Mrs. Sparsit returned, in effect, though not of | his greatness that she should object to anything he chose to do, resolved not to lose sight of Mrs. Sparsit easily. So when her nerves were strung up to the pitch of again consuming sweetbreads in solitude, he said to her at the dinner-table, on the day before her departure,<|quote|>"I tell you what, ma'am; you shall c... | explosive composition that Mrs. Sparsit was a highly superior woman to perceive that he had that general cross upon him in his deserts (for he had not yet settled what it was), and further that Louisa would have objected to her as a frequent visitor if it had comported with his greatness that she should object to anyth... | Bounderby's retreat, where, notwithstanding her anchorite turn of mind based upon her becoming consciousness of her altered station, she resigned herself with noble fortitude to lodging, as one may say, in clover, and feeding on the fat of the land. During the whole term of this recess from the guardianship of the Bank... | your father has missed, or forgotten, Louisa. I don't know what it is. I have often sat with Sissy near me, and thought about it. I shall never get its name now. But your father may. It makes me restless. I want to write to him, to find out for God's sake, what it is. Give me a pen, give me a pen." Even the power of re... | her. Sissy, bring her here." She was brought, and stood with her hand in her sister's. Louisa had observed her with her arm round Sissy's neck, and she felt the difference of this approach. "Do you see the likeness, Louisa?" "Yes, mother. I should think her like me. But" "Eh! Yes, I always say so," Mrs. Gradgrind cried... | which man walketh and disquieteth himself in vain, took upon her the dread solemnity of the sages and patriarchs. CHAPTER X MRS. SPARSIT'S STAIRCASE MRS. SPARSIT'S nerves being slow to recover their tone, the worthy woman made a stay of some weeks in duration at Mr. Bounderby's retreat, where, notwithstanding her ancho... | Hard Times |
To which Mrs. Sparsit returned, in effect, though not of the Mahomedan persuasion: | No speaker | lasts, and stay till Monday."<|quote|>To which Mrs. Sparsit returned, in effect, though not of the Mahomedan persuasion:</|quote|>"To hear is to obey." | Saturday, while the fine weather lasts, and stay till Monday."<|quote|>To which Mrs. Sparsit returned, in effect, though not of the Mahomedan persuasion:</|quote|>"To hear is to obey." Now, Mrs. Sparsit was not | when her nerves were strung up to the pitch of again consuming sweetbreads in solitude, he said to her at the dinner-table, on the day before her departure, "I tell you what, ma'am; you shall come down here of a Saturday, while the fine weather lasts, and stay till Monday."<|quote|>To which Mrs. Sparsit returned, in ef... | deserts (for he had not yet settled what it was), and further that Louisa would have objected to her as a frequent visitor if it had comported with his greatness that she should object to anything he chose to do, resolved not to lose sight of Mrs. Sparsit easily. So when her nerves were strung up to the pitch of again ... | noble fortitude to lodging, as one may say, in clover, and feeding on the fat of the land. During the whole term of this recess from the guardianship of the Bank, Mrs. Sparsit was a pattern of consistency; continuing to take such pity on Mr. Bounderby to his face, as is rarely taken on man, and to call his portrait a N... | thought about it. I shall never get its name now. But your father may. It makes me restless. I want to write to him, to find out for God's sake, what it is. Give me a pen, give me a pen." Even the power of restlessness was gone, except from the poor head, which could just turn from side to side. She fancied, however, t... | arm round Sissy's neck, and she felt the difference of this approach. "Do you see the likeness, Louisa?" "Yes, mother. I should think her like me. But" "Eh! Yes, I always say so," Mrs. Gradgrind cried, with unexpected quickness. "And that reminds me. I I want to speak to you, my dear. Sissy, my good girl, leave us alon... | have often sat with Sissy near me, and thought about it. I shall never get its name now. But your father may. It makes me restless. I want to write to him, to find out for God's sake, what it is. Give me a pen, give me a pen." Even the power of restlessness was gone, except from the poor head, which could just turn fro... | Hard Times |
"To hear is to obey." | Mrs. Sparsit | not of the Mahomedan persuasion:<|quote|>"To hear is to obey."</|quote|>Now, Mrs. Sparsit was not | Sparsit returned, in effect, though not of the Mahomedan persuasion:<|quote|>"To hear is to obey."</|quote|>Now, Mrs. Sparsit was not a poetical woman; but she | in solitude, he said to her at the dinner-table, on the day before her departure, "I tell you what, ma'am; you shall come down here of a Saturday, while the fine weather lasts, and stay till Monday." To which Mrs. Sparsit returned, in effect, though not of the Mahomedan persuasion:<|quote|>"To hear is to obey."</|quote... | Louisa would have objected to her as a frequent visitor if it had comported with his greatness that she should object to anything he chose to do, resolved not to lose sight of Mrs. Sparsit easily. So when her nerves were strung up to the pitch of again consuming sweetbreads in solitude, he said to her at the dinner-tab... | the fat of the land. During the whole term of this recess from the guardianship of the Bank, Mrs. Sparsit was a pattern of consistency; continuing to take such pity on Mr. Bounderby to his face, as is rarely taken on man, and to call his portrait a Noodle to _its_ face, with the greatest acrimony and contempt. Mr. Boun... | may. It makes me restless. I want to write to him, to find out for God's sake, what it is. Give me a pen, give me a pen." Even the power of restlessness was gone, except from the poor head, which could just turn from side to side. She fancied, however, that her request had been complied with, and that the pen she could... | you see the likeness, Louisa?" "Yes, mother. I should think her like me. But" "Eh! Yes, I always say so," Mrs. Gradgrind cried, with unexpected quickness. "And that reminds me. I I want to speak to you, my dear. Sissy, my good girl, leave us alone a minute." Louisa had relinquished the hand: had thought that her sister... | there is any Ology left, of any description, that has not been worn to rags in this house, all I can say is, I hope I shall never hear its name." "I can hear you, mother, when you have strength to go on." This, to keep her from floating away. "But there is something not an Ology at all that your father has missed, or f... | Hard Times |
Now, Mrs. Sparsit was not a poetical woman; but she took an idea in the nature of an allegorical fancy, into her head. Much watching of Louisa, and much consequent observation of her impenetrable demeanour, which keenly whetted and sharpened Mrs. Sparsit's edge, must have given her as it were a lift, in the way of insp... | No speaker | "To hear is to obey."<|quote|>Now, Mrs. Sparsit was not a poetical woman; but she took an idea in the nature of an allegorical fancy, into her head. Much watching of Louisa, and much consequent observation of her impenetrable demeanour, which keenly whetted and sharpened Mrs. Sparsit's edge, must have given her as it w... | not of the Mahomedan persuasion: "To hear is to obey."<|quote|>Now, Mrs. Sparsit was not a poetical woman; but she took an idea in the nature of an allegorical fancy, into her head. Much watching of Louisa, and much consequent observation of her impenetrable demeanour, which keenly whetted and sharpened Mrs. Sparsit's ... | her at the dinner-table, on the day before her departure, "I tell you what, ma'am; you shall come down here of a Saturday, while the fine weather lasts, and stay till Monday." To which Mrs. Sparsit returned, in effect, though not of the Mahomedan persuasion: "To hear is to obey."<|quote|>Now, Mrs. Sparsit was not a poe... | her as a frequent visitor if it had comported with his greatness that she should object to anything he chose to do, resolved not to lose sight of Mrs. Sparsit easily. So when her nerves were strung up to the pitch of again consuming sweetbreads in solitude, he said to her at the dinner-table, on the day before her depa... | During the whole term of this recess from the guardianship of the Bank, Mrs. Sparsit was a pattern of consistency; continuing to take such pity on Mr. Bounderby to his face, as is rarely taken on man, and to call his portrait a Noodle to _its_ face, with the greatest acrimony and contempt. Mr. Bounderby, having got it ... | I want to write to him, to find out for God's sake, what it is. Give me a pen, give me a pen." Even the power of restlessness was gone, except from the poor head, which could just turn from side to side. She fancied, however, that her request had been complied with, and that the pen she could not have held was in her h... | "Yes, mother. I should think her like me. But" "Eh! Yes, I always say so," Mrs. Gradgrind cried, with unexpected quickness. "And that reminds me. I I want to speak to you, my dear. Sissy, my good girl, leave us alone a minute." Louisa had relinquished the hand: had thought that her sister's was a better and brighter fa... | thought about it. I shall never get its name now. But your father may. It makes me restless. I want to write to him, to find out for God's sake, what it is. Give me a pen, give me a pen." Even the power of restlessness was gone, except from the poor head, which could just turn from side to side. She fancied, however, t... | Hard Times |
"And pray, sir," | Mrs. Sparsit | and inclined to be conversational.<|quote|>"And pray, sir,"</|quote|>said she, "if I may | Sparsit was in good spirits, and inclined to be conversational.<|quote|>"And pray, sir,"</|quote|>said she, "if I may venture to ask a question | she had once turned back, it might have been the death of Mrs. Sparsit in spleen and grief. She had been descending steadily, to the day, and on the day, when Mr. Bounderby issued the weekly invitation recorded above. Mrs. Sparsit was in good spirits, and inclined to be conversational.<|quote|>"And pray, sir,"</|quote|... | those stairs, from day to day and hour to hour, she saw Louisa coming. It became the business of Mrs. Sparsit's life, to look up at her staircase, and to watch Louisa coming down. Sometimes slowly, sometimes quickly, sometimes several steps at one bout, sometimes stopping, never turning back. If she had once turned bac... | and stay till Monday." To which Mrs. Sparsit returned, in effect, though not of the Mahomedan persuasion: "To hear is to obey." Now, Mrs. Sparsit was not a poetical woman; but she took an idea in the nature of an allegorical fancy, into her head. Much watching of Louisa, and much consequent observation of her impenetra... | she resigned herself with noble fortitude to lodging, as one may say, in clover, and feeding on the fat of the land. During the whole term of this recess from the guardianship of the Bank, Mrs. Sparsit was a pattern of consistency; continuing to take such pity on Mr. Bounderby to his face, as is rarely taken on man, an... | dear. You know your father is almost always away now, and therefore I must write to him about it." "About what, mother? Don't be troubled. About what?" "You must remember, my dear, that whenever I have said anything, on any subject, I have never heard the last of it: and consequently, that I have long left off saying a... | it was), and further that Louisa would have objected to her as a frequent visitor if it had comported with his greatness that she should object to anything he chose to do, resolved not to lose sight of Mrs. Sparsit easily. So when her nerves were strung up to the pitch of again consuming sweetbreads in solitude, he sai... | Hard Times |
said she, | No speaker | be conversational. "And pray, sir,"<|quote|>said she,</|quote|>"if I may venture to | good spirits, and inclined to be conversational. "And pray, sir,"<|quote|>said she,</|quote|>"if I may venture to ask a question appertaining to | turned back, it might have been the death of Mrs. Sparsit in spleen and grief. She had been descending steadily, to the day, and on the day, when Mr. Bounderby issued the weekly invitation recorded above. Mrs. Sparsit was in good spirits, and inclined to be conversational. "And pray, sir,"<|quote|>said she,</|quote|>"i... | day to day and hour to hour, she saw Louisa coming. It became the business of Mrs. Sparsit's life, to look up at her staircase, and to watch Louisa coming down. Sometimes slowly, sometimes quickly, sometimes several steps at one bout, sometimes stopping, never turning back. If she had once turned back, it might have be... | Monday." To which Mrs. Sparsit returned, in effect, though not of the Mahomedan persuasion: "To hear is to obey." Now, Mrs. Sparsit was not a poetical woman; but she took an idea in the nature of an allegorical fancy, into her head. Much watching of Louisa, and much consequent observation of her impenetrable demeanour,... | with noble fortitude to lodging, as one may say, in clover, and feeding on the fat of the land. During the whole term of this recess from the guardianship of the Bank, Mrs. Sparsit was a pattern of consistency; continuing to take such pity on Mr. Bounderby to his face, as is rarely taken on man, and to call his portrai... | your father is almost always away now, and therefore I must write to him about it." "About what, mother? Don't be troubled. About what?" "You must remember, my dear, that whenever I have said anything, on any subject, I have never heard the last of it: and consequently, that I have long left off saying anything." "I ca... | what it was), and further that Louisa would have objected to her as a frequent visitor if it had comported with his greatness that she should object to anything he chose to do, resolved not to lose sight of Mrs. Sparsit easily. So when her nerves were strung up to the pitch of again consuming sweetbreads in solitude, h... | Hard Times |
"if I may venture to ask a question appertaining to any subject on which you show reserve which is indeed hardy in me, for I well know you have a reason for everything you do have you received intelligence respecting the robbery?" | Mrs. Sparsit | "And pray, sir," said she,<|quote|>"if I may venture to ask a question appertaining to any subject on which you show reserve which is indeed hardy in me, for I well know you have a reason for everything you do have you received intelligence respecting the robbery?"</|quote|>"Why, ma'am, no; not yet. | and inclined to be conversational. "And pray, sir," said she,<|quote|>"if I may venture to ask a question appertaining to any subject on which you show reserve which is indeed hardy in me, for I well know you have a reason for everything you do have you received intelligence respecting the robbery?"</|quote|>"Why, ma'a... | it might have been the death of Mrs. Sparsit in spleen and grief. She had been descending steadily, to the day, and on the day, when Mr. Bounderby issued the weekly invitation recorded above. Mrs. Sparsit was in good spirits, and inclined to be conversational. "And pray, sir," said she,<|quote|>"if I may venture to ask... | day and hour to hour, she saw Louisa coming. It became the business of Mrs. Sparsit's life, to look up at her staircase, and to watch Louisa coming down. Sometimes slowly, sometimes quickly, sometimes several steps at one bout, sometimes stopping, never turning back. If she had once turned back, it might have been the ... | which Mrs. Sparsit returned, in effect, though not of the Mahomedan persuasion: "To hear is to obey." Now, Mrs. Sparsit was not a poetical woman; but she took an idea in the nature of an allegorical fancy, into her head. Much watching of Louisa, and much consequent observation of her impenetrable demeanour, which keenl... | fortitude to lodging, as one may say, in clover, and feeding on the fat of the land. During the whole term of this recess from the guardianship of the Bank, Mrs. Sparsit was a pattern of consistency; continuing to take such pity on Mr. Bounderby to his face, as is rarely taken on man, and to call his portrait a Noodle ... | is almost always away now, and therefore I must write to him about it." "About what, mother? Don't be troubled. About what?" "You must remember, my dear, that whenever I have said anything, on any subject, I have never heard the last of it: and consequently, that I have long left off saying anything." "I can hear you, ... | Mr. Bounderby's retreat, where, notwithstanding her anchorite turn of mind based upon her becoming consciousness of her altered station, she resigned herself with noble fortitude to lodging, as one may say, in clover, and feeding on the fat of the land. During the whole term of this recess from the guardianship of the ... | Hard Times |
"Why, ma'am, no; not yet. Under the circumstances, I didn't expect it yet. Rome wasn't built in a day, ma'am." | Josiah Bounderby | received intelligence respecting the robbery?"<|quote|>"Why, ma'am, no; not yet. Under the circumstances, I didn't expect it yet. Rome wasn't built in a day, ma'am."</|quote|>"Very true, sir," said Mrs. | everything you do have you received intelligence respecting the robbery?"<|quote|>"Why, ma'am, no; not yet. Under the circumstances, I didn't expect it yet. Rome wasn't built in a day, ma'am."</|quote|>"Very true, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit, shaking her head. "Nor | to be conversational. "And pray, sir," said she, "if I may venture to ask a question appertaining to any subject on which you show reserve which is indeed hardy in me, for I well know you have a reason for everything you do have you received intelligence respecting the robbery?"<|quote|>"Why, ma'am, no; not yet. Under ... | turning back. If she had once turned back, it might have been the death of Mrs. Sparsit in spleen and grief. She had been descending steadily, to the day, and on the day, when Mr. Bounderby issued the weekly invitation recorded above. Mrs. Sparsit was in good spirits, and inclined to be conversational. "And pray, sir,"... | of Louisa, and much consequent observation of her impenetrable demeanour, which keenly whetted and sharpened Mrs. Sparsit's edge, must have given her as it were a lift, in the way of inspiration. She erected in her mind a mighty Staircase, with a dark pit of shame and ruin at the bottom; and down those stairs, from day... | on Mr. Bounderby to his face, as is rarely taken on man, and to call his portrait a Noodle to _its_ face, with the greatest acrimony and contempt. Mr. Bounderby, having got it into his explosive composition that Mrs. Sparsit was a highly superior woman to perceive that he had that general cross upon him in his deserts ... | of it: and consequently, that I have long left off saying anything." "I can hear you, mother." But, it was only by dint of bending down to her ear, and at the same time attentively watching the lips as they moved, that she could link such faint and broken sounds into any chain of connexion. "You learnt a great deal, Lo... | Bounderby to his face, as is rarely taken on man, and to call his portrait a Noodle to _its_ face, with the greatest acrimony and contempt. Mr. Bounderby, having got it into his explosive composition that Mrs. Sparsit was a highly superior woman to perceive that he had that general cross upon him in his deserts (for he... | Hard Times |
"Very true, sir," | Mrs. Sparsit | built in a day, ma'am."<|quote|>"Very true, sir,"</|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit, shaking her | expect it yet. Rome wasn't built in a day, ma'am."<|quote|>"Very true, sir,"</|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit, shaking her head. "Nor yet in a | on which you show reserve which is indeed hardy in me, for I well know you have a reason for everything you do have you received intelligence respecting the robbery?" "Why, ma'am, no; not yet. Under the circumstances, I didn't expect it yet. Rome wasn't built in a day, ma'am."<|quote|>"Very true, sir,"</|quote|>said Mr... | grief. She had been descending steadily, to the day, and on the day, when Mr. Bounderby issued the weekly invitation recorded above. Mrs. Sparsit was in good spirits, and inclined to be conversational. "And pray, sir," said she, "if I may venture to ask a question appertaining to any subject on which you show reserve w... | given her as it were a lift, in the way of inspiration. She erected in her mind a mighty Staircase, with a dark pit of shame and ruin at the bottom; and down those stairs, from day to day and hour to hour, she saw Louisa coming. It became the business of Mrs. Sparsit's life, to look up at her staircase, and to watch Lo... | _its_ face, with the greatest acrimony and contempt. Mr. Bounderby, having got it into his explosive composition that Mrs. Sparsit was a highly superior woman to perceive that he had that general cross upon him in his deserts (for he had not yet settled what it was), and further that Louisa would have objected to her a... | only by dint of bending down to her ear, and at the same time attentively watching the lips as they moved, that she could link such faint and broken sounds into any chain of connexion. "You learnt a great deal, Louisa, and so did your brother. Ologies of all kinds from morning to night. If there is any Ology left, of a... | keenly whetted and sharpened Mrs. Sparsit's edge, must have given her as it were a lift, in the way of inspiration. She erected in her mind a mighty Staircase, with a dark pit of shame and ruin at the bottom; and down those stairs, from day to day and hour to hour, she saw Louisa coming. It became the business of Mrs. ... | Hard Times |
said Mrs. Sparsit, shaking her head. | No speaker | day, ma'am." "Very true, sir,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit, shaking her head.</|quote|>"Nor yet in a week, | Rome wasn't built in a day, ma'am." "Very true, sir,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit, shaking her head.</|quote|>"Nor yet in a week, ma'am." "No, indeed, sir," returned | show reserve which is indeed hardy in me, for I well know you have a reason for everything you do have you received intelligence respecting the robbery?" "Why, ma'am, no; not yet. Under the circumstances, I didn't expect it yet. Rome wasn't built in a day, ma'am." "Very true, sir,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit, shaking he... | been descending steadily, to the day, and on the day, when Mr. Bounderby issued the weekly invitation recorded above. Mrs. Sparsit was in good spirits, and inclined to be conversational. "And pray, sir," said she, "if I may venture to ask a question appertaining to any subject on which you show reserve which is indeed ... | it were a lift, in the way of inspiration. She erected in her mind a mighty Staircase, with a dark pit of shame and ruin at the bottom; and down those stairs, from day to day and hour to hour, she saw Louisa coming. It became the business of Mrs. Sparsit's life, to look up at her staircase, and to watch Louisa coming d... | the greatest acrimony and contempt. Mr. Bounderby, having got it into his explosive composition that Mrs. Sparsit was a highly superior woman to perceive that he had that general cross upon him in his deserts (for he had not yet settled what it was), and further that Louisa would have objected to her as a frequent visi... | of bending down to her ear, and at the same time attentively watching the lips as they moved, that she could link such faint and broken sounds into any chain of connexion. "You learnt a great deal, Louisa, and so did your brother. Ologies of all kinds from morning to night. If there is any Ology left, of any descriptio... | visitor if it had comported with his greatness that she should object to anything he chose to do, resolved not to lose sight of Mrs. Sparsit easily. So when her nerves were strung up to the pitch of again consuming sweetbreads in solitude, he said to her at the dinner-table, on the day before her departure, "I tell you... | Hard Times |
"Nor yet in a week, ma'am." | Josiah Bounderby | Mrs. Sparsit, shaking her head.<|quote|>"Nor yet in a week, ma'am."</|quote|>"No, indeed, sir," returned Mrs. | ma'am." "Very true, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit, shaking her head.<|quote|>"Nor yet in a week, ma'am."</|quote|>"No, indeed, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, with a gentle melancholy | in me, for I well know you have a reason for everything you do have you received intelligence respecting the robbery?" "Why, ma'am, no; not yet. Under the circumstances, I didn't expect it yet. Rome wasn't built in a day, ma'am." "Very true, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit, shaking her head.<|quote|>"Nor yet in a week, ma'am."... | and on the day, when Mr. Bounderby issued the weekly invitation recorded above. Mrs. Sparsit was in good spirits, and inclined to be conversational. "And pray, sir," said she, "if I may venture to ask a question appertaining to any subject on which you show reserve which is indeed hardy in me, for I well know you have ... | way of inspiration. She erected in her mind a mighty Staircase, with a dark pit of shame and ruin at the bottom; and down those stairs, from day to day and hour to hour, she saw Louisa coming. It became the business of Mrs. Sparsit's life, to look up at her staircase, and to watch Louisa coming down. Sometimes slowly, ... | Bounderby, having got it into his explosive composition that Mrs. Sparsit was a highly superior woman to perceive that he had that general cross upon him in his deserts (for he had not yet settled what it was), and further that Louisa would have objected to her as a frequent visitor if it had comported with his greatne... | and at the same time attentively watching the lips as they moved, that she could link such faint and broken sounds into any chain of connexion. "You learnt a great deal, Louisa, and so did your brother. Ologies of all kinds from morning to night. If there is any Ology left, of any description, that has not been worn to... | whetted and sharpened Mrs. Sparsit's edge, must have given her as it were a lift, in the way of inspiration. She erected in her mind a mighty Staircase, with a dark pit of shame and ruin at the bottom; and down those stairs, from day to day and hour to hour, she saw Louisa coming. It became the business of Mrs. Sparsit... | Hard Times |
"No, indeed, sir," | Mrs. Sparsit | yet in a week, ma'am."<|quote|>"No, indeed, sir,"</|quote|>returned Mrs. Sparsit, with a | Sparsit, shaking her head. "Nor yet in a week, ma'am."<|quote|>"No, indeed, sir,"</|quote|>returned Mrs. Sparsit, with a gentle melancholy upon her. "In | you have a reason for everything you do have you received intelligence respecting the robbery?" "Why, ma'am, no; not yet. Under the circumstances, I didn't expect it yet. Rome wasn't built in a day, ma'am." "Very true, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit, shaking her head. "Nor yet in a week, ma'am."<|quote|>"No, indeed, sir,"</|q... | Bounderby issued the weekly invitation recorded above. Mrs. Sparsit was in good spirits, and inclined to be conversational. "And pray, sir," said she, "if I may venture to ask a question appertaining to any subject on which you show reserve which is indeed hardy in me, for I well know you have a reason for everything y... | her mind a mighty Staircase, with a dark pit of shame and ruin at the bottom; and down those stairs, from day to day and hour to hour, she saw Louisa coming. It became the business of Mrs. Sparsit's life, to look up at her staircase, and to watch Louisa coming down. Sometimes slowly, sometimes quickly, sometimes severa... | explosive composition that Mrs. Sparsit was a highly superior woman to perceive that he had that general cross upon him in his deserts (for he had not yet settled what it was), and further that Louisa would have objected to her as a frequent visitor if it had comported with his greatness that she should object to anyth... | watching the lips as they moved, that she could link such faint and broken sounds into any chain of connexion. "You learnt a great deal, Louisa, and so did your brother. Ologies of all kinds from morning to night. If there is any Ology left, of any description, that has not been worn to rags in this house, all I can sa... | Mrs. Sparsit was a pattern of consistency; continuing to take such pity on Mr. Bounderby to his face, as is rarely taken on man, and to call his portrait a Noodle to _its_ face, with the greatest acrimony and contempt. Mr. Bounderby, having got it into his explosive composition that Mrs. Sparsit was a highly superior w... | Hard Times |
returned Mrs. Sparsit, with a gentle melancholy upon her. | No speaker | week, ma'am." "No, indeed, sir,"<|quote|>returned Mrs. Sparsit, with a gentle melancholy upon her.</|quote|>"In a similar manner, ma'am," | head. "Nor yet in a week, ma'am." "No, indeed, sir,"<|quote|>returned Mrs. Sparsit, with a gentle melancholy upon her.</|quote|>"In a similar manner, ma'am," said Bounderby, "I can wait, | reason for everything you do have you received intelligence respecting the robbery?" "Why, ma'am, no; not yet. Under the circumstances, I didn't expect it yet. Rome wasn't built in a day, ma'am." "Very true, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit, shaking her head. "Nor yet in a week, ma'am." "No, indeed, sir,"<|quote|>returned Mrs. ... | weekly invitation recorded above. Mrs. Sparsit was in good spirits, and inclined to be conversational. "And pray, sir," said she, "if I may venture to ask a question appertaining to any subject on which you show reserve which is indeed hardy in me, for I well know you have a reason for everything you do have you receiv... | mighty Staircase, with a dark pit of shame and ruin at the bottom; and down those stairs, from day to day and hour to hour, she saw Louisa coming. It became the business of Mrs. Sparsit's life, to look up at her staircase, and to watch Louisa coming down. Sometimes slowly, sometimes quickly, sometimes several steps at ... | Mrs. Sparsit was a highly superior woman to perceive that he had that general cross upon him in his deserts (for he had not yet settled what it was), and further that Louisa would have objected to her as a frequent visitor if it had comported with his greatness that she should object to anything he chose to do, resolve... | as they moved, that she could link such faint and broken sounds into any chain of connexion. "You learnt a great deal, Louisa, and so did your brother. Ologies of all kinds from morning to night. If there is any Ology left, of any description, that has not been worn to rags in this house, all I can say is, I hope I sha... | his deserts (for he had not yet settled what it was), and further that Louisa would have objected to her as a frequent visitor if it had comported with his greatness that she should object to anything he chose to do, resolved not to lose sight of Mrs. Sparsit easily. So when her nerves were strung up to the pitch of ag... | Hard Times |
"In a similar manner, ma'am," | Josiah Bounderby | a gentle melancholy upon her.<|quote|>"In a similar manner, ma'am,"</|quote|>said Bounderby, "I can wait, | sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, with a gentle melancholy upon her.<|quote|>"In a similar manner, ma'am,"</|quote|>said Bounderby, "I can wait, you know. If Romulus and | respecting the robbery?" "Why, ma'am, no; not yet. Under the circumstances, I didn't expect it yet. Rome wasn't built in a day, ma'am." "Very true, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit, shaking her head. "Nor yet in a week, ma'am." "No, indeed, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, with a gentle melancholy upon her.<|quote|>"In a similar ma... | spirits, and inclined to be conversational. "And pray, sir," said she, "if I may venture to ask a question appertaining to any subject on which you show reserve which is indeed hardy in me, for I well know you have a reason for everything you do have you received intelligence respecting the robbery?" "Why, ma'am, no; n... | ruin at the bottom; and down those stairs, from day to day and hour to hour, she saw Louisa coming. It became the business of Mrs. Sparsit's life, to look up at her staircase, and to watch Louisa coming down. Sometimes slowly, sometimes quickly, sometimes several steps at one bout, sometimes stopping, never turning bac... | that he had that general cross upon him in his deserts (for he had not yet settled what it was), and further that Louisa would have objected to her as a frequent visitor if it had comported with his greatness that she should object to anything he chose to do, resolved not to lose sight of Mrs. Sparsit easily. So when h... | and broken sounds into any chain of connexion. "You learnt a great deal, Louisa, and so did your brother. Ologies of all kinds from morning to night. If there is any Ology left, of any description, that has not been worn to rags in this house, all I can say is, I hope I shall never hear its name." "I can hear you, moth... | effect, though not of the Mahomedan persuasion: "To hear is to obey." Now, Mrs. Sparsit was not a poetical woman; but she took an idea in the nature of an allegorical fancy, into her head. Much watching of Louisa, and much consequent observation of her impenetrable demeanour, which keenly whetted and sharpened Mrs. Spa... | Hard Times |
said Bounderby, | No speaker | "In a similar manner, ma'am,"<|quote|>said Bounderby,</|quote|>"I can wait, you know. | a gentle melancholy upon her. "In a similar manner, ma'am,"<|quote|>said Bounderby,</|quote|>"I can wait, you know. If Romulus and Remus could | no; not yet. Under the circumstances, I didn't expect it yet. Rome wasn't built in a day, ma'am." "Very true, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit, shaking her head. "Nor yet in a week, ma'am." "No, indeed, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, with a gentle melancholy upon her. "In a similar manner, ma'am,"<|quote|>said Bounderby,</|quote|... | conversational. "And pray, sir," said she, "if I may venture to ask a question appertaining to any subject on which you show reserve which is indeed hardy in me, for I well know you have a reason for everything you do have you received intelligence respecting the robbery?" "Why, ma'am, no; not yet. Under the circumstan... | down those stairs, from day to day and hour to hour, she saw Louisa coming. It became the business of Mrs. Sparsit's life, to look up at her staircase, and to watch Louisa coming down. Sometimes slowly, sometimes quickly, sometimes several steps at one bout, sometimes stopping, never turning back. If she had once turne... | cross upon him in his deserts (for he had not yet settled what it was), and further that Louisa would have objected to her as a frequent visitor if it had comported with his greatness that she should object to anything he chose to do, resolved not to lose sight of Mrs. Sparsit easily. So when her nerves were strung up ... | chain of connexion. "You learnt a great deal, Louisa, and so did your brother. Ologies of all kinds from morning to night. If there is any Ology left, of any description, that has not been worn to rags in this house, all I can say is, I hope I shall never hear its name." "I can hear you, mother, when you have strength ... | the dinner-table, on the day before her departure, "I tell you what, ma'am; you shall come down here of a Saturday, while the fine weather lasts, and stay till Monday." To which Mrs. Sparsit returned, in effect, though not of the Mahomedan persuasion: "To hear is to obey." Now, Mrs. Sparsit was not a poetical woman; bu... | Hard Times |
"I can wait, you know. If Romulus and Remus could wait, Josiah Bounderby can wait. They were better off in their youth than I was, however. They had a she-wolf for a nurse; I had only a she-wolf for a grandmother. She didn't give any milk, ma'am; she gave bruises. She was a regular Alderney at that." | Josiah Bounderby | similar manner, ma'am," said Bounderby,<|quote|>"I can wait, you know. If Romulus and Remus could wait, Josiah Bounderby can wait. They were better off in their youth than I was, however. They had a she-wolf for a nurse; I had only a she-wolf for a grandmother. She didn't give any milk, ma'am; she gave bruises. She was... | melancholy upon her. "In a similar manner, ma'am," said Bounderby,<|quote|>"I can wait, you know. If Romulus and Remus could wait, Josiah Bounderby can wait. They were better off in their youth than I was, however. They had a she-wolf for a nurse; I had only a she-wolf for a grandmother. She didn't give any milk, ma'am... | yet. Under the circumstances, I didn't expect it yet. Rome wasn't built in a day, ma'am." "Very true, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit, shaking her head. "Nor yet in a week, ma'am." "No, indeed, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, with a gentle melancholy upon her. "In a similar manner, ma'am," said Bounderby,<|quote|>"I can wait, you... | pray, sir," said she, "if I may venture to ask a question appertaining to any subject on which you show reserve which is indeed hardy in me, for I well know you have a reason for everything you do have you received intelligence respecting the robbery?" "Why, ma'am, no; not yet. Under the circumstances, I didn't expect ... | stairs, from day to day and hour to hour, she saw Louisa coming. It became the business of Mrs. Sparsit's life, to look up at her staircase, and to watch Louisa coming down. Sometimes slowly, sometimes quickly, sometimes several steps at one bout, sometimes stopping, never turning back. If she had once turned back, it ... | him in his deserts (for he had not yet settled what it was), and further that Louisa would have objected to her as a frequent visitor if it had comported with his greatness that she should object to anything he chose to do, resolved not to lose sight of Mrs. Sparsit easily. So when her nerves were strung up to the pitc... | connexion. "You learnt a great deal, Louisa, and so did your brother. Ologies of all kinds from morning to night. If there is any Ology left, of any description, that has not been worn to rags in this house, all I can say is, I hope I shall never hear its name." "I can hear you, mother, when you have strength to go on.... | composition that Mrs. Sparsit was a highly superior woman to perceive that he had that general cross upon him in his deserts (for he had not yet settled what it was), and further that Louisa would have objected to her as a frequent visitor if it had comported with his greatness that she should object to anything he cho... | Hard Times |
"Ah!" | Mrs. Sparsit | a regular Alderney at that."<|quote|>"Ah!"</|quote|>Mrs. Sparsit sighed and shuddered. | she gave bruises. She was a regular Alderney at that."<|quote|>"Ah!"</|quote|>Mrs. Sparsit sighed and shuddered. "No, ma'am," continued Bounderby, "I | and Remus could wait, Josiah Bounderby can wait. They were better off in their youth than I was, however. They had a she-wolf for a nurse; I had only a she-wolf for a grandmother. She didn't give any milk, ma'am; she gave bruises. She was a regular Alderney at that."<|quote|>"Ah!"</|quote|>Mrs. Sparsit sighed and shudd... | it yet. Rome wasn't built in a day, ma'am." "Very true, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit, shaking her head. "Nor yet in a week, ma'am." "No, indeed, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, with a gentle melancholy upon her. "In a similar manner, ma'am," said Bounderby, "I can wait, you know. If Romulus and Remus could wait, Josiah Bounder... | been the death of Mrs. Sparsit in spleen and grief. She had been descending steadily, to the day, and on the day, when Mr. Bounderby issued the weekly invitation recorded above. Mrs. Sparsit was in good spirits, and inclined to be conversational. "And pray, sir," said she, "if I may venture to ask a question appertaini... | strung up to the pitch of again consuming sweetbreads in solitude, he said to her at the dinner-table, on the day before her departure, "I tell you what, ma'am; you shall come down here of a Saturday, while the fine weather lasts, and stay till Monday." To which Mrs. Sparsit returned, in effect, though not of the Mahom... | when you have strength to go on." This, to keep her from floating away. "But there is something not an Ology at all that your father has missed, or forgotten, Louisa. I don't know what it is. I have often sat with Sissy near me, and thought about it. I shall never get its name now. But your father may. It makes me rest... | deserts (for he had not yet settled what it was), and further that Louisa would have objected to her as a frequent visitor if it had comported with his greatness that she should object to anything he chose to do, resolved not to lose sight of Mrs. Sparsit easily. So when her nerves were strung up to the pitch of again ... | Hard Times |
Mrs. Sparsit sighed and shuddered. | No speaker | regular Alderney at that." "Ah!"<|quote|>Mrs. Sparsit sighed and shuddered.</|quote|>"No, ma'am," continued Bounderby, "I | gave bruises. She was a regular Alderney at that." "Ah!"<|quote|>Mrs. Sparsit sighed and shuddered.</|quote|>"No, ma'am," continued Bounderby, "I have not heard anything more | Remus could wait, Josiah Bounderby can wait. They were better off in their youth than I was, however. They had a she-wolf for a nurse; I had only a she-wolf for a grandmother. She didn't give any milk, ma'am; she gave bruises. She was a regular Alderney at that." "Ah!"<|quote|>Mrs. Sparsit sighed and shuddered.</|quote... | yet. Rome wasn't built in a day, ma'am." "Very true, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit, shaking her head. "Nor yet in a week, ma'am." "No, indeed, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, with a gentle melancholy upon her. "In a similar manner, ma'am," said Bounderby, "I can wait, you know. If Romulus and Remus could wait, Josiah Bounderby ... | the death of Mrs. Sparsit in spleen and grief. She had been descending steadily, to the day, and on the day, when Mr. Bounderby issued the weekly invitation recorded above. Mrs. Sparsit was in good spirits, and inclined to be conversational. "And pray, sir," said she, "if I may venture to ask a question appertaining to... | up to the pitch of again consuming sweetbreads in solitude, he said to her at the dinner-table, on the day before her departure, "I tell you what, ma'am; you shall come down here of a Saturday, while the fine weather lasts, and stay till Monday." To which Mrs. Sparsit returned, in effect, though not of the Mahomedan pe... | you have strength to go on." This, to keep her from floating away. "But there is something not an Ology at all that your father has missed, or forgotten, Louisa. I don't know what it is. I have often sat with Sissy near me, and thought about it. I shall never get its name now. But your father may. It makes me restless.... | into her head. Much watching of Louisa, and much consequent observation of her impenetrable demeanour, which keenly whetted and sharpened Mrs. Sparsit's edge, must have given her as it were a lift, in the way of inspiration. She erected in her mind a mighty Staircase, with a dark pit of shame and ruin at the bottom; an... | Hard Times |
"No, ma'am," | Josiah Bounderby | Mrs. Sparsit sighed and shuddered.<|quote|>"No, ma'am,"</|quote|>continued Bounderby, "I have not | regular Alderney at that." "Ah!" Mrs. Sparsit sighed and shuddered.<|quote|>"No, ma'am,"</|quote|>continued Bounderby, "I have not heard anything more about it. | can wait. They were better off in their youth than I was, however. They had a she-wolf for a nurse; I had only a she-wolf for a grandmother. She didn't give any milk, ma'am; she gave bruises. She was a regular Alderney at that." "Ah!" Mrs. Sparsit sighed and shuddered.<|quote|>"No, ma'am,"</|quote|>continued Bounderby,... | a day, ma'am." "Very true, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit, shaking her head. "Nor yet in a week, ma'am." "No, indeed, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, with a gentle melancholy upon her. "In a similar manner, ma'am," said Bounderby, "I can wait, you know. If Romulus and Remus could wait, Josiah Bounderby can wait. They were better... | in spleen and grief. She had been descending steadily, to the day, and on the day, when Mr. Bounderby issued the weekly invitation recorded above. Mrs. Sparsit was in good spirits, and inclined to be conversational. "And pray, sir," said she, "if I may venture to ask a question appertaining to any subject on which you ... | again consuming sweetbreads in solitude, he said to her at the dinner-table, on the day before her departure, "I tell you what, ma'am; you shall come down here of a Saturday, while the fine weather lasts, and stay till Monday." To which Mrs. Sparsit returned, in effect, though not of the Mahomedan persuasion: "To hear ... | on." This, to keep her from floating away. "But there is something not an Ology at all that your father has missed, or forgotten, Louisa. I don't know what it is. I have often sat with Sissy near me, and thought about it. I shall never get its name now. But your father may. It makes me restless. I want to write to him,... | day and hour to hour, she saw Louisa coming. It became the business of Mrs. Sparsit's life, to look up at her staircase, and to watch Louisa coming down. Sometimes slowly, sometimes quickly, sometimes several steps at one bout, sometimes stopping, never turning back. If she had once turned back, it might have been the ... | Hard Times |
continued Bounderby, | No speaker | sighed and shuddered. "No, ma'am,"<|quote|>continued Bounderby,</|quote|>"I have not heard anything | at that." "Ah!" Mrs. Sparsit sighed and shuddered. "No, ma'am,"<|quote|>continued Bounderby,</|quote|>"I have not heard anything more about it. It's in | They were better off in their youth than I was, however. They had a she-wolf for a nurse; I had only a she-wolf for a grandmother. She didn't give any milk, ma'am; she gave bruises. She was a regular Alderney at that." "Ah!" Mrs. Sparsit sighed and shuddered. "No, ma'am,"<|quote|>continued Bounderby,</|quote|>"I have n... | ma'am." "Very true, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit, shaking her head. "Nor yet in a week, ma'am." "No, indeed, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, with a gentle melancholy upon her. "In a similar manner, ma'am," said Bounderby, "I can wait, you know. If Romulus and Remus could wait, Josiah Bounderby can wait. They were better off in... | and grief. She had been descending steadily, to the day, and on the day, when Mr. Bounderby issued the weekly invitation recorded above. Mrs. Sparsit was in good spirits, and inclined to be conversational. "And pray, sir," said she, "if I may venture to ask a question appertaining to any subject on which you show reser... | sweetbreads in solitude, he said to her at the dinner-table, on the day before her departure, "I tell you what, ma'am; you shall come down here of a Saturday, while the fine weather lasts, and stay till Monday." To which Mrs. Sparsit returned, in effect, though not of the Mahomedan persuasion: "To hear is to obey." Now... | to keep her from floating away. "But there is something not an Ology at all that your father has missed, or forgotten, Louisa. I don't know what it is. I have often sat with Sissy near me, and thought about it. I shall never get its name now. But your father may. It makes me restless. I want to write to him, to find ou... | which keenly whetted and sharpened Mrs. Sparsit's edge, must have given her as it were a lift, in the way of inspiration. She erected in her mind a mighty Staircase, with a dark pit of shame and ruin at the bottom; and down those stairs, from day to day and hour to hour, she saw Louisa coming. It became the business of... | Hard Times |
"I have not heard anything more about it. It's in hand, though; and young Tom, who rather sticks to business at present something new for him; he hadn't the schooling _I_ had is helping. My injunction is, Keep it quiet, and let it seem to blow over. Do what you like under the rose, but don't give a sign of what you're ... | Josiah Bounderby | shuddered. "No, ma'am," continued Bounderby,<|quote|>"I have not heard anything more about it. It's in hand, though; and young Tom, who rather sticks to business at present something new for him; he hadn't the schooling _I_ had is helping. My injunction is, Keep it quiet, and let it seem to blow over. Do what you like ... | "Ah!" Mrs. Sparsit sighed and shuddered. "No, ma'am," continued Bounderby,<|quote|>"I have not heard anything more about it. It's in hand, though; and young Tom, who rather sticks to business at present something new for him; he hadn't the schooling _I_ had is helping. My injunction is, Keep it quiet, and let it seem t... | better off in their youth than I was, however. They had a she-wolf for a nurse; I had only a she-wolf for a grandmother. She didn't give any milk, ma'am; she gave bruises. She was a regular Alderney at that." "Ah!" Mrs. Sparsit sighed and shuddered. "No, ma'am," continued Bounderby,<|quote|>"I have not heard anything m... | true, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit, shaking her head. "Nor yet in a week, ma'am." "No, indeed, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, with a gentle melancholy upon her. "In a similar manner, ma'am," said Bounderby, "I can wait, you know. If Romulus and Remus could wait, Josiah Bounderby can wait. They were better off in their youth t... | She had been descending steadily, to the day, and on the day, when Mr. Bounderby issued the weekly invitation recorded above. Mrs. Sparsit was in good spirits, and inclined to be conversational. "And pray, sir," said she, "if I may venture to ask a question appertaining to any subject on which you show reserve which is... | solitude, he said to her at the dinner-table, on the day before her departure, "I tell you what, ma'am; you shall come down here of a Saturday, while the fine weather lasts, and stay till Monday." To which Mrs. Sparsit returned, in effect, though not of the Mahomedan persuasion: "To hear is to obey." Now, Mrs. Sparsit ... | her from floating away. "But there is something not an Ology at all that your father has missed, or forgotten, Louisa. I don't know what it is. I have often sat with Sissy near me, and thought about it. I shall never get its name now. But your father may. It makes me restless. I want to write to him, to find out for Go... | said to her at the dinner-table, on the day before her departure, "I tell you what, ma'am; you shall come down here of a Saturday, while the fine weather lasts, and stay till Monday." To which Mrs. Sparsit returned, in effect, though not of the Mahomedan persuasion: "To hear is to obey." Now, Mrs. Sparsit was not a poe... | Hard Times |
"Very sagacious indeed, sir," | Mrs. Sparsit | and we shall have 'em."<|quote|>"Very sagacious indeed, sir,"</|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit. "Very interesting. | confidence by little and little, and we shall have 'em."<|quote|>"Very sagacious indeed, sir,"</|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit. "Very interesting. The old woman you mentioned, | rose, but don't give a sign of what you're about; or half a hundred of 'em will combine together and get this fellow who has bolted, out of reach for good. Keep it quiet, and the thieves will grow in confidence by little and little, and we shall have 'em."<|quote|>"Very sagacious indeed, sir,"</|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsi... | heard anything more about it. It's in hand, though; and young Tom, who rather sticks to business at present something new for him; he hadn't the schooling _I_ had is helping. My injunction is, Keep it quiet, and let it seem to blow over. Do what you like under the rose, but don't give a sign of what you're about; or ha... | Mrs. Sparsit, shaking her head. "Nor yet in a week, ma'am." "No, indeed, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, with a gentle melancholy upon her. "In a similar manner, ma'am," said Bounderby, "I can wait, you know. If Romulus and Remus could wait, Josiah Bounderby can wait. They were better off in their youth than I was, howeve... | were a lift, in the way of inspiration. She erected in her mind a mighty Staircase, with a dark pit of shame and ruin at the bottom; and down those stairs, from day to day and hour to hour, she saw Louisa coming. It became the business of Mrs. Sparsit's life, to look up at her staircase, and to watch Louisa coming down... | had been complied with, and that the pen she could not have held was in her hand. It matters little what figures of wonderful no-meaning she began to trace upon her wrappers. The hand soon stopped in the midst of them; the light that had always been feeble and dim behind the weak transparency, went out; and even Mrs. G... | what, ma'am; you shall come down here of a Saturday, while the fine weather lasts, and stay till Monday." To which Mrs. Sparsit returned, in effect, though not of the Mahomedan persuasion: "To hear is to obey." Now, Mrs. Sparsit was not a poetical woman; but she took an idea in the nature of an allegorical fancy, into ... | Hard Times |
said Mrs. Sparsit. | No speaker | 'em." "Very sagacious indeed, sir,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit.</|quote|>"Very interesting. The old woman | little, and we shall have 'em." "Very sagacious indeed, sir,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit.</|quote|>"Very interesting. The old woman you mentioned, sir" "The old | a sign of what you're about; or half a hundred of 'em will combine together and get this fellow who has bolted, out of reach for good. Keep it quiet, and the thieves will grow in confidence by little and little, and we shall have 'em." "Very sagacious indeed, sir,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit.</|quote|>"Very interesting.... | it. It's in hand, though; and young Tom, who rather sticks to business at present something new for him; he hadn't the schooling _I_ had is helping. My injunction is, Keep it quiet, and let it seem to blow over. Do what you like under the rose, but don't give a sign of what you're about; or half a hundred of 'em will c... | head. "Nor yet in a week, ma'am." "No, indeed, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, with a gentle melancholy upon her. "In a similar manner, ma'am," said Bounderby, "I can wait, you know. If Romulus and Remus could wait, Josiah Bounderby can wait. They were better off in their youth than I was, however. They had a she-wolf for... | the way of inspiration. She erected in her mind a mighty Staircase, with a dark pit of shame and ruin at the bottom; and down those stairs, from day to day and hour to hour, she saw Louisa coming. It became the business of Mrs. Sparsit's life, to look up at her staircase, and to watch Louisa coming down. Sometimes slow... | and that the pen she could not have held was in her hand. It matters little what figures of wonderful no-meaning she began to trace upon her wrappers. The hand soon stopped in the midst of them; the light that had always been feeble and dim behind the weak transparency, went out; and even Mrs. Gradgrind, emerged from t... | at the dinner-table, on the day before her departure, "I tell you what, ma'am; you shall come down here of a Saturday, while the fine weather lasts, and stay till Monday." To which Mrs. Sparsit returned, in effect, though not of the Mahomedan persuasion: "To hear is to obey." Now, Mrs. Sparsit was not a poetical woman;... | Hard Times |
"Very interesting. The old woman you mentioned, sir" | Mrs. Sparsit | indeed, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit.<|quote|>"Very interesting. The old woman you mentioned, sir"</|quote|>"The old woman I mentioned, | shall have 'em." "Very sagacious indeed, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit.<|quote|>"Very interesting. The old woman you mentioned, sir"</|quote|>"The old woman I mentioned, ma'am," said Bounderby, cutting the | what you're about; or half a hundred of 'em will combine together and get this fellow who has bolted, out of reach for good. Keep it quiet, and the thieves will grow in confidence by little and little, and we shall have 'em." "Very sagacious indeed, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit.<|quote|>"Very interesting. The old woman you ... | hand, though; and young Tom, who rather sticks to business at present something new for him; he hadn't the schooling _I_ had is helping. My injunction is, Keep it quiet, and let it seem to blow over. Do what you like under the rose, but don't give a sign of what you're about; or half a hundred of 'em will combine toget... | in a week, ma'am." "No, indeed, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, with a gentle melancholy upon her. "In a similar manner, ma'am," said Bounderby, "I can wait, you know. If Romulus and Remus could wait, Josiah Bounderby can wait. They were better off in their youth than I was, however. They had a she-wolf for a nurse; I had... | inspiration. She erected in her mind a mighty Staircase, with a dark pit of shame and ruin at the bottom; and down those stairs, from day to day and hour to hour, she saw Louisa coming. It became the business of Mrs. Sparsit's life, to look up at her staircase, and to watch Louisa coming down. Sometimes slowly, sometim... | pen she could not have held was in her hand. It matters little what figures of wonderful no-meaning she began to trace upon her wrappers. The hand soon stopped in the midst of them; the light that had always been feeble and dim behind the weak transparency, went out; and even Mrs. Gradgrind, emerged from the shadow in ... | sometimes quickly, sometimes several steps at one bout, sometimes stopping, never turning back. If she had once turned back, it might have been the death of Mrs. Sparsit in spleen and grief. She had been descending steadily, to the day, and on the day, when Mr. Bounderby issued the weekly invitation recorded above. Mrs... | Hard Times |
"The old woman I mentioned, ma'am," | Josiah Bounderby | old woman you mentioned, sir"<|quote|>"The old woman I mentioned, ma'am,"</|quote|>said Bounderby, cutting the matter | Mrs. Sparsit. "Very interesting. The old woman you mentioned, sir"<|quote|>"The old woman I mentioned, ma'am,"</|quote|>said Bounderby, cutting the matter short, as it was nothing | 'em will combine together and get this fellow who has bolted, out of reach for good. Keep it quiet, and the thieves will grow in confidence by little and little, and we shall have 'em." "Very sagacious indeed, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit. "Very interesting. The old woman you mentioned, sir"<|quote|>"The old woman I mention... | to business at present something new for him; he hadn't the schooling _I_ had is helping. My injunction is, Keep it quiet, and let it seem to blow over. Do what you like under the rose, but don't give a sign of what you're about; or half a hundred of 'em will combine together and get this fellow who has bolted, out of ... | Mrs. Sparsit, with a gentle melancholy upon her. "In a similar manner, ma'am," said Bounderby, "I can wait, you know. If Romulus and Remus could wait, Josiah Bounderby can wait. They were better off in their youth than I was, however. They had a she-wolf for a nurse; I had only a she-wolf for a grandmother. She didn't ... | Staircase, with a dark pit of shame and ruin at the bottom; and down those stairs, from day to day and hour to hour, she saw Louisa coming. It became the business of Mrs. Sparsit's life, to look up at her staircase, and to watch Louisa coming down. Sometimes slowly, sometimes quickly, sometimes several steps at one bou... | her hand. It matters little what figures of wonderful no-meaning she began to trace upon her wrappers. The hand soon stopped in the midst of them; the light that had always been feeble and dim behind the weak transparency, went out; and even Mrs. Gradgrind, emerged from the shadow in which man walketh and disquieteth h... | in a day, ma'am." "Very true, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit, shaking her head. "Nor yet in a week, ma'am." "No, indeed, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, with a gentle melancholy upon her. "In a similar manner, ma'am," said Bounderby, "I can wait, you know. If Romulus and Remus could wait, Josiah Bounderby can wait. They were bet... | Hard Times |
said Bounderby, cutting the matter short, as it was nothing to boast about, | No speaker | old woman I mentioned, ma'am,"<|quote|>said Bounderby, cutting the matter short, as it was nothing to boast about,</|quote|>"is not laid hold of; | woman you mentioned, sir" "The old woman I mentioned, ma'am,"<|quote|>said Bounderby, cutting the matter short, as it was nothing to boast about,</|quote|>"is not laid hold of; but, she may take her | this fellow who has bolted, out of reach for good. Keep it quiet, and the thieves will grow in confidence by little and little, and we shall have 'em." "Very sagacious indeed, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit. "Very interesting. The old woman you mentioned, sir" "The old woman I mentioned, ma'am,"<|quote|>said Bounderby, cuttin... | for him; he hadn't the schooling _I_ had is helping. My injunction is, Keep it quiet, and let it seem to blow over. Do what you like under the rose, but don't give a sign of what you're about; or half a hundred of 'em will combine together and get this fellow who has bolted, out of reach for good. Keep it quiet, and th... | upon her. "In a similar manner, ma'am," said Bounderby, "I can wait, you know. If Romulus and Remus could wait, Josiah Bounderby can wait. They were better off in their youth than I was, however. They had a she-wolf for a nurse; I had only a she-wolf for a grandmother. She didn't give any milk, ma'am; she gave bruises.... | shame and ruin at the bottom; and down those stairs, from day to day and hour to hour, she saw Louisa coming. It became the business of Mrs. Sparsit's life, to look up at her staircase, and to watch Louisa coming down. Sometimes slowly, sometimes quickly, sometimes several steps at one bout, sometimes stopping, never t... | figures of wonderful no-meaning she began to trace upon her wrappers. The hand soon stopped in the midst of them; the light that had always been feeble and dim behind the weak transparency, went out; and even Mrs. Gradgrind, emerged from the shadow in which man walketh and disquieteth himself in vain, took upon her the... | sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, with a gentle melancholy upon her. "In a similar manner, ma'am," said Bounderby, "I can wait, you know. If Romulus and Remus could wait, Josiah Bounderby can wait. They were better off in their youth than I was, however. They had a she-wolf for a nurse; I had only a she-wolf for a grandmoth... | Hard Times |
"is not laid hold of; but, she may take her oath she will be, if that is any satisfaction to her villainous old mind. In the mean time, ma'am, I am of opinion, if you ask me my opinion, that the less she is talked about, the better." | Josiah Bounderby | was nothing to boast about,<|quote|>"is not laid hold of; but, she may take her oath she will be, if that is any satisfaction to her villainous old mind. In the mean time, ma'am, I am of opinion, if you ask me my opinion, that the less she is talked about, the better."</|quote|>The same evening, Mrs. Sparsit, | the matter short, as it was nothing to boast about,<|quote|>"is not laid hold of; but, she may take her oath she will be, if that is any satisfaction to her villainous old mind. In the mean time, ma'am, I am of opinion, if you ask me my opinion, that the less she is talked about, the better."</|quote|>The same evening,... | and the thieves will grow in confidence by little and little, and we shall have 'em." "Very sagacious indeed, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit. "Very interesting. The old woman you mentioned, sir" "The old woman I mentioned, ma'am," said Bounderby, cutting the matter short, as it was nothing to boast about,<|quote|>"is not laid... | Keep it quiet, and let it seem to blow over. Do what you like under the rose, but don't give a sign of what you're about; or half a hundred of 'em will combine together and get this fellow who has bolted, out of reach for good. Keep it quiet, and the thieves will grow in confidence by little and little, and we shall ha... | know. If Romulus and Remus could wait, Josiah Bounderby can wait. They were better off in their youth than I was, however. They had a she-wolf for a nurse; I had only a she-wolf for a grandmother. She didn't give any milk, ma'am; she gave bruises. She was a regular Alderney at that." "Ah!" Mrs. Sparsit sighed and shudd... | day and hour to hour, she saw Louisa coming. It became the business of Mrs. Sparsit's life, to look up at her staircase, and to watch Louisa coming down. Sometimes slowly, sometimes quickly, sometimes several steps at one bout, sometimes stopping, never turning back. If she had once turned back, it might have been the ... | soon stopped in the midst of them; the light that had always been feeble and dim behind the weak transparency, went out; and even Mrs. Gradgrind, emerged from the shadow in which man walketh and disquieteth himself in vain, took upon her the dread solemnity of the sages and patriarchs. CHAPTER X MRS. SPARSIT'S STAIRCAS... | visitor if it had comported with his greatness that she should object to anything he chose to do, resolved not to lose sight of Mrs. Sparsit easily. So when her nerves were strung up to the pitch of again consuming sweetbreads in solitude, he said to her at the dinner-table, on the day before her departure, "I tell you... | Hard Times |
The same evening, Mrs. Sparsit, in her chamber window, resting from her packing operations, looked towards her great staircase and saw Louisa still descending. She sat by Mr. Harthouse, in an alcove in the garden, talking very low; he stood leaning over her, as they whispered together, and his face almost touched her h... | No speaker | is talked about, the better."<|quote|>The same evening, Mrs. Sparsit, in her chamber window, resting from her packing operations, looked towards her great staircase and saw Louisa still descending. She sat by Mr. Harthouse, in an alcove in the garden, talking very low; he stood leaning over her, as they whispered toget... | opinion, that the less she is talked about, the better."<|quote|>The same evening, Mrs. Sparsit, in her chamber window, resting from her packing operations, looked towards her great staircase and saw Louisa still descending. She sat by Mr. Harthouse, in an alcove in the garden, talking very low; he stood leaning over h... | boast about, "is not laid hold of; but, she may take her oath she will be, if that is any satisfaction to her villainous old mind. In the mean time, ma'am, I am of opinion, if you ask me my opinion, that the less she is talked about, the better."<|quote|>The same evening, Mrs. Sparsit, in her chamber window, resting fr... | it quiet, and the thieves will grow in confidence by little and little, and we shall have 'em." "Very sagacious indeed, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit. "Very interesting. The old woman you mentioned, sir" "The old woman I mentioned, ma'am," said Bounderby, cutting the matter short, as it was nothing to boast about, "is not la... | a regular Alderney at that." "Ah!" Mrs. Sparsit sighed and shuddered. "No, ma'am," continued Bounderby, "I have not heard anything more about it. It's in hand, though; and young Tom, who rather sticks to business at present something new for him; he hadn't the schooling _I_ had is helping. My injunction is, Keep it qui... | turned back, it might have been the death of Mrs. Sparsit in spleen and grief. She had been descending steadily, to the day, and on the day, when Mr. Bounderby issued the weekly invitation recorded above. Mrs. Sparsit was in good spirits, and inclined to be conversational. "And pray, sir," said she, "if I may venture t... | and patriarchs. CHAPTER X MRS. SPARSIT'S STAIRCASE MRS. SPARSIT'S nerves being slow to recover their tone, the worthy woman made a stay of some weeks in duration at Mr. Bounderby's retreat, where, notwithstanding her anchorite turn of mind based upon her becoming consciousness of her altered station, she resigned herse... | her head. "Nor yet in a week, ma'am." "No, indeed, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, with a gentle melancholy upon her. "In a similar manner, ma'am," said Bounderby, "I can wait, you know. If Romulus and Remus could wait, Josiah Bounderby can wait. They were better off in their youth than I was, however. They had a she-wolf... | Hard Times |
"If not quite!" | Mrs. Sparsit | face almost touched her hair.<|quote|>"If not quite!"</|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit, straining her | they whispered together, and his face almost touched her hair.<|quote|>"If not quite!"</|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit, straining her hawk's eyes to the utmost. | Sparsit, in her chamber window, resting from her packing operations, looked towards her great staircase and saw Louisa still descending. She sat by Mr. Harthouse, in an alcove in the garden, talking very low; he stood leaning over her, as they whispered together, and his face almost touched her hair.<|quote|>"If not qu... | laid hold of; but, she may take her oath she will be, if that is any satisfaction to her villainous old mind. In the mean time, ma'am, I am of opinion, if you ask me my opinion, that the less she is talked about, the better." The same evening, Mrs. Sparsit, in her chamber window, resting from her packing operations, lo... | quiet, and let it seem to blow over. Do what you like under the rose, but don't give a sign of what you're about; or half a hundred of 'em will combine together and get this fellow who has bolted, out of reach for good. Keep it quiet, and the thieves will grow in confidence by little and little, and we shall have 'em."... | may venture to ask a question appertaining to any subject on which you show reserve which is indeed hardy in me, for I well know you have a reason for everything you do have you received intelligence respecting the robbery?" "Why, ma'am, no; not yet. Under the circumstances, I didn't expect it yet. Rome wasn't built in... | lodging, as one may say, in clover, and feeding on the fat of the land. During the whole term of this recess from the guardianship of the Bank, Mrs. Sparsit was a pattern of consistency; continuing to take such pity on Mr. Bounderby to his face, as is rarely taken on man, and to call his portrait a Noodle to _its_ face... | indeed, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, with a gentle melancholy upon her. "In a similar manner, ma'am," said Bounderby, "I can wait, you know. If Romulus and Remus could wait, Josiah Bounderby can wait. They were better off in their youth than I was, however. They had a she-wolf for a nurse; I had only a she-wolf for a g... | Hard Times |
said Mrs. Sparsit, straining her hawk's eyes to the utmost. Mrs. Sparsit was too distant to hear a word of their discourse, or even to know that they were speaking softly, otherwise than from the expression of their figures; but what they said was this: | No speaker | her hair. "If not quite!"<|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit, straining her hawk's eyes to the utmost. Mrs. Sparsit was too distant to hear a word of their discourse, or even to know that they were speaking softly, otherwise than from the expression of their figures; but what they said was this:</|quote|>"You recollect the man,... | and his face almost touched her hair. "If not quite!"<|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit, straining her hawk's eyes to the utmost. Mrs. Sparsit was too distant to hear a word of their discourse, or even to know that they were speaking softly, otherwise than from the expression of their figures; but what they said was this:</|qu... | chamber window, resting from her packing operations, looked towards her great staircase and saw Louisa still descending. She sat by Mr. Harthouse, in an alcove in the garden, talking very low; he stood leaning over her, as they whispered together, and his face almost touched her hair. "If not quite!"<|quote|>said Mrs. ... | but, she may take her oath she will be, if that is any satisfaction to her villainous old mind. In the mean time, ma'am, I am of opinion, if you ask me my opinion, that the less she is talked about, the better." The same evening, Mrs. Sparsit, in her chamber window, resting from her packing operations, looked towards h... | it seem to blow over. Do what you like under the rose, but don't give a sign of what you're about; or half a hundred of 'em will combine together and get this fellow who has bolted, out of reach for good. Keep it quiet, and the thieves will grow in confidence by little and little, and we shall have 'em." "Very sagaciou... | ask a question appertaining to any subject on which you show reserve which is indeed hardy in me, for I well know you have a reason for everything you do have you received intelligence respecting the robbery?" "Why, ma'am, no; not yet. Under the circumstances, I didn't expect it yet. Rome wasn't built in a day, ma'am."... | may say, in clover, and feeding on the fat of the land. During the whole term of this recess from the guardianship of the Bank, Mrs. Sparsit was a pattern of consistency; continuing to take such pity on Mr. Bounderby to his face, as is rarely taken on man, and to call his portrait a Noodle to _its_ face, with the great... | though; and young Tom, who rather sticks to business at present something new for him; he hadn't the schooling _I_ had is helping. My injunction is, Keep it quiet, and let it seem to blow over. Do what you like under the rose, but don't give a sign of what you're about; or half a hundred of 'em will combine together an... | Hard Times |
"You recollect the man, Mr. Harthouse?" | Louisa Bounderby | what they said was this:<|quote|>"You recollect the man, Mr. Harthouse?"</|quote|>"Oh, perfectly!" "His face, and | expression of their figures; but what they said was this:<|quote|>"You recollect the man, Mr. Harthouse?"</|quote|>"Oh, perfectly!" "His face, and his manner, and what he | her hair. "If not quite!" said Mrs. Sparsit, straining her hawk's eyes to the utmost. Mrs. Sparsit was too distant to hear a word of their discourse, or even to know that they were speaking softly, otherwise than from the expression of their figures; but what they said was this:<|quote|>"You recollect the man, Mr. Hart... | evening, Mrs. Sparsit, in her chamber window, resting from her packing operations, looked towards her great staircase and saw Louisa still descending. She sat by Mr. Harthouse, in an alcove in the garden, talking very low; he stood leaning over her, as they whispered together, and his face almost touched her hair. "If ... | and the thieves will grow in confidence by little and little, and we shall have 'em." "Very sagacious indeed, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit. "Very interesting. The old woman you mentioned, sir" "The old woman I mentioned, ma'am," said Bounderby, cutting the matter short, as it was nothing to boast about, "is not laid hold of... | I didn't expect it yet. Rome wasn't built in a day, ma'am." "Very true, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit, shaking her head. "Nor yet in a week, ma'am." "No, indeed, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, with a gentle melancholy upon her. "In a similar manner, ma'am," said Bounderby, "I can wait, you know. If Romulus and Remus could wait... | rarely taken on man, and to call his portrait a Noodle to _its_ face, with the greatest acrimony and contempt. Mr. Bounderby, having got it into his explosive composition that Mrs. Sparsit was a highly superior woman to perceive that he had that general cross upon him in his deserts (for he had not yet settled what it ... | and get this fellow who has bolted, out of reach for good. Keep it quiet, and the thieves will grow in confidence by little and little, and we shall have 'em." "Very sagacious indeed, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit. "Very interesting. The old woman you mentioned, sir" "The old woman I mentioned, ma'am," said Bounderby, cuttin... | Hard Times |
"Oh, perfectly!" | Mr. James Harthouse | recollect the man, Mr. Harthouse?"<|quote|>"Oh, perfectly!"</|quote|>"His face, and his manner, | they said was this: "You recollect the man, Mr. Harthouse?"<|quote|>"Oh, perfectly!"</|quote|>"His face, and his manner, and what he said?" "Perfectly. | Mrs. Sparsit, straining her hawk's eyes to the utmost. Mrs. Sparsit was too distant to hear a word of their discourse, or even to know that they were speaking softly, otherwise than from the expression of their figures; but what they said was this: "You recollect the man, Mr. Harthouse?"<|quote|>"Oh, perfectly!"</|quot... | window, resting from her packing operations, looked towards her great staircase and saw Louisa still descending. She sat by Mr. Harthouse, in an alcove in the garden, talking very low; he stood leaning over her, as they whispered together, and his face almost touched her hair. "If not quite!" said Mrs. Sparsit, straini... | confidence by little and little, and we shall have 'em." "Very sagacious indeed, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit. "Very interesting. The old woman you mentioned, sir" "The old woman I mentioned, ma'am," said Bounderby, cutting the matter short, as it was nothing to boast about, "is not laid hold of; but, she may take her oath ... | wasn't built in a day, ma'am." "Very true, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit, shaking her head. "Nor yet in a week, ma'am." "No, indeed, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, with a gentle melancholy upon her. "In a similar manner, ma'am," said Bounderby, "I can wait, you know. If Romulus and Remus could wait, Josiah Bounderby can wait. ... | call his portrait a Noodle to _its_ face, with the greatest acrimony and contempt. Mr. Bounderby, having got it into his explosive composition that Mrs. Sparsit was a highly superior woman to perceive that he had that general cross upon him in his deserts (for he had not yet settled what it was), and further that Louis... | robbery?" "Why, ma'am, no; not yet. Under the circumstances, I didn't expect it yet. Rome wasn't built in a day, ma'am." "Very true, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit, shaking her head. "Nor yet in a week, ma'am." "No, indeed, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, with a gentle melancholy upon her. "In a similar manner, ma'am," said Boun... | Hard Times |
"His face, and his manner, and what he said?" | Louisa Bounderby | man, Mr. Harthouse?" "Oh, perfectly!"<|quote|>"His face, and his manner, and what he said?"</|quote|>"Perfectly. And an infinitely dreary | was this: "You recollect the man, Mr. Harthouse?" "Oh, perfectly!"<|quote|>"His face, and his manner, and what he said?"</|quote|>"Perfectly. And an infinitely dreary person he appeared to me | straining her hawk's eyes to the utmost. Mrs. Sparsit was too distant to hear a word of their discourse, or even to know that they were speaking softly, otherwise than from the expression of their figures; but what they said was this: "You recollect the man, Mr. Harthouse?" "Oh, perfectly!"<|quote|>"His face, and his m... | from her packing operations, looked towards her great staircase and saw Louisa still descending. She sat by Mr. Harthouse, in an alcove in the garden, talking very low; he stood leaning over her, as they whispered together, and his face almost touched her hair. "If not quite!" said Mrs. Sparsit, straining her hawk's ey... | little and little, and we shall have 'em." "Very sagacious indeed, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit. "Very interesting. The old woman you mentioned, sir" "The old woman I mentioned, ma'am," said Bounderby, cutting the matter short, as it was nothing to boast about, "is not laid hold of; but, she may take her oath she will be, i... | in a day, ma'am." "Very true, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit, shaking her head. "Nor yet in a week, ma'am." "No, indeed, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, with a gentle melancholy upon her. "In a similar manner, ma'am," said Bounderby, "I can wait, you know. If Romulus and Remus could wait, Josiah Bounderby can wait. They were bet... | portrait a Noodle to _its_ face, with the greatest acrimony and contempt. Mr. Bounderby, having got it into his explosive composition that Mrs. Sparsit was a highly superior woman to perceive that he had that general cross upon him in his deserts (for he had not yet settled what it was), and further that Louisa would h... | was, however. They had a she-wolf for a nurse; I had only a she-wolf for a grandmother. She didn't give any milk, ma'am; she gave bruises. She was a regular Alderney at that." "Ah!" Mrs. Sparsit sighed and shuddered. "No, ma'am," continued Bounderby, "I have not heard anything more about it. It's in hand, though; and y... | Hard Times |
"Perfectly. And an infinitely dreary person he appeared to me to be. Lengthy and prosy in the extreme. It was knowing to hold forth, in the humble-virtue school of eloquence; but, I assure you I thought at the time," | Mr. James Harthouse | manner, and what he said?"<|quote|>"Perfectly. And an infinitely dreary person he appeared to me to be. Lengthy and prosy in the extreme. It was knowing to hold forth, in the humble-virtue school of eloquence; but, I assure you I thought at the time,"</|quote|>"My good fellow, you are | perfectly!" "His face, and his manner, and what he said?"<|quote|>"Perfectly. And an infinitely dreary person he appeared to me to be. Lengthy and prosy in the extreme. It was knowing to hold forth, in the humble-virtue school of eloquence; but, I assure you I thought at the time,"</|quote|>"My good fellow, you are ove... | was too distant to hear a word of their discourse, or even to know that they were speaking softly, otherwise than from the expression of their figures; but what they said was this: "You recollect the man, Mr. Harthouse?" "Oh, perfectly!" "His face, and his manner, and what he said?"<|quote|>"Perfectly. And an infinitel... | and saw Louisa still descending. She sat by Mr. Harthouse, in an alcove in the garden, talking very low; he stood leaning over her, as they whispered together, and his face almost touched her hair. "If not quite!" said Mrs. Sparsit, straining her hawk's eyes to the utmost. Mrs. Sparsit was too distant to hear a word of... | sagacious indeed, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit. "Very interesting. The old woman you mentioned, sir" "The old woman I mentioned, ma'am," said Bounderby, cutting the matter short, as it was nothing to boast about, "is not laid hold of; but, she may take her oath she will be, if that is any satisfaction to her villainous old ... | Sparsit, shaking her head. "Nor yet in a week, ma'am." "No, indeed, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, with a gentle melancholy upon her. "In a similar manner, ma'am," said Bounderby, "I can wait, you know. If Romulus and Remus could wait, Josiah Bounderby can wait. They were better off in their youth than I was, however. Th... | acrimony and contempt. Mr. Bounderby, having got it into his explosive composition that Mrs. Sparsit was a highly superior woman to perceive that he had that general cross upon him in his deserts (for he had not yet settled what it was), and further that Louisa would have objected to her as a frequent visitor if it had... | slowly, sometimes quickly, sometimes several steps at one bout, sometimes stopping, never turning back. If she had once turned back, it might have been the death of Mrs. Sparsit in spleen and grief. She had been descending steadily, to the day, and on the day, when Mr. Bounderby issued the weekly invitation recorded ab... | Hard Times |
"My good fellow, you are over-doing this!"" | No speaker | I thought at the time,"<|quote|>"My good fellow, you are over-doing this!""</|quote|>"It has been very difficult | eloquence; but, I assure you I thought at the time,"<|quote|>"My good fellow, you are over-doing this!""</|quote|>"It has been very difficult to me to think ill | "Oh, perfectly!" "His face, and his manner, and what he said?" "Perfectly. And an infinitely dreary person he appeared to me to be. Lengthy and prosy in the extreme. It was knowing to hold forth, in the humble-virtue school of eloquence; but, I assure you I thought at the time,"<|quote|>"My good fellow, you are over-do... | Mrs. Sparsit, straining her hawk's eyes to the utmost. Mrs. Sparsit was too distant to hear a word of their discourse, or even to know that they were speaking softly, otherwise than from the expression of their figures; but what they said was this: "You recollect the man, Mr. Harthouse?" "Oh, perfectly!" "His face, and... | she may take her oath she will be, if that is any satisfaction to her villainous old mind. In the mean time, ma'am, I am of opinion, if you ask me my opinion, that the less she is talked about, the better." The same evening, Mrs. Sparsit, in her chamber window, resting from her packing operations, looked towards her gr... | wait, Josiah Bounderby can wait. They were better off in their youth than I was, however. They had a she-wolf for a nurse; I had only a she-wolf for a grandmother. She didn't give any milk, ma'am; she gave bruises. She was a regular Alderney at that." "Ah!" Mrs. Sparsit sighed and shuddered. "No, ma'am," continued Boun... | what it was), and further that Louisa would have objected to her as a frequent visitor if it had comported with his greatness that she should object to anything he chose to do, resolved not to lose sight of Mrs. Sparsit easily. So when her nerves were strung up to the pitch of again consuming sweetbreads in solitude, h... | sir," said Mrs. Sparsit, shaking her head. "Nor yet in a week, ma'am." "No, indeed, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, with a gentle melancholy upon her. "In a similar manner, ma'am," said Bounderby, "I can wait, you know. If Romulus and Remus could wait, Josiah Bounderby can wait. They were better off in their youth than I ... | Hard Times |
"It has been very difficult to me to think ill of that man." | Louisa Bounderby | fellow, you are over-doing this!""<|quote|>"It has been very difficult to me to think ill of that man."</|quote|>"My dear Louisa as Tom | at the time," "My good fellow, you are over-doing this!""<|quote|>"It has been very difficult to me to think ill of that man."</|quote|>"My dear Louisa as Tom says." Which he never did | and what he said?" "Perfectly. And an infinitely dreary person he appeared to me to be. Lengthy and prosy in the extreme. It was knowing to hold forth, in the humble-virtue school of eloquence; but, I assure you I thought at the time," "My good fellow, you are over-doing this!""<|quote|>"It has been very difficult to m... | the utmost. Mrs. Sparsit was too distant to hear a word of their discourse, or even to know that they were speaking softly, otherwise than from the expression of their figures; but what they said was this: "You recollect the man, Mr. Harthouse?" "Oh, perfectly!" "His face, and his manner, and what he said?" "Perfectly.... | be, if that is any satisfaction to her villainous old mind. In the mean time, ma'am, I am of opinion, if you ask me my opinion, that the less she is talked about, the better." The same evening, Mrs. Sparsit, in her chamber window, resting from her packing operations, looked towards her great staircase and saw Louisa st... | better off in their youth than I was, however. They had a she-wolf for a nurse; I had only a she-wolf for a grandmother. She didn't give any milk, ma'am; she gave bruises. She was a regular Alderney at that." "Ah!" Mrs. Sparsit sighed and shuddered. "No, ma'am," continued Bounderby, "I have not heard anything more abou... | would have objected to her as a frequent visitor if it had comported with his greatness that she should object to anything he chose to do, resolved not to lose sight of Mrs. Sparsit easily. So when her nerves were strung up to the pitch of again consuming sweetbreads in solitude, he said to her at the dinner-table, on ... | not laid hold of; but, she may take her oath she will be, if that is any satisfaction to her villainous old mind. In the mean time, ma'am, I am of opinion, if you ask me my opinion, that the less she is talked about, the better." The same evening, Mrs. Sparsit, in her chamber window, resting from her packing operations... | Hard Times |
"My dear Louisa as Tom says." | Mr. James Harthouse | think ill of that man."<|quote|>"My dear Louisa as Tom says."</|quote|>Which he never did say. | very difficult to me to think ill of that man."<|quote|>"My dear Louisa as Tom says."</|quote|>Which he never did say. "You know no good of | me to be. Lengthy and prosy in the extreme. It was knowing to hold forth, in the humble-virtue school of eloquence; but, I assure you I thought at the time," "My good fellow, you are over-doing this!"" "It has been very difficult to me to think ill of that man."<|quote|>"My dear Louisa as Tom says."</|quote|>Which he n... | discourse, or even to know that they were speaking softly, otherwise than from the expression of their figures; but what they said was this: "You recollect the man, Mr. Harthouse?" "Oh, perfectly!" "His face, and his manner, and what he said?" "Perfectly. And an infinitely dreary person he appeared to me to be. Lengthy... | mean time, ma'am, I am of opinion, if you ask me my opinion, that the less she is talked about, the better." The same evening, Mrs. Sparsit, in her chamber window, resting from her packing operations, looked towards her great staircase and saw Louisa still descending. She sat by Mr. Harthouse, in an alcove in the garde... | for a nurse; I had only a she-wolf for a grandmother. She didn't give any milk, ma'am; she gave bruises. She was a regular Alderney at that." "Ah!" Mrs. Sparsit sighed and shuddered. "No, ma'am," continued Bounderby, "I have not heard anything more about it. It's in hand, though; and young Tom, who rather sticks to bus... | with his greatness that she should object to anything he chose to do, resolved not to lose sight of Mrs. Sparsit easily. So when her nerves were strung up to the pitch of again consuming sweetbreads in solitude, he said to her at the dinner-table, on the day before her departure, "I tell you what, ma'am; you shall come... | no; not yet. Under the circumstances, I didn't expect it yet. Rome wasn't built in a day, ma'am." "Very true, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit, shaking her head. "Nor yet in a week, ma'am." "No, indeed, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, with a gentle melancholy upon her. "In a similar manner, ma'am," said Bounderby, "I can wait, you... | Hard Times |
Which he never did say. | No speaker | dear Louisa as Tom says."<|quote|>Which he never did say.</|quote|>"You know no good of | ill of that man." "My dear Louisa as Tom says."<|quote|>Which he never did say.</|quote|>"You know no good of the fellow?" "No, certainly." "Nor | in the extreme. It was knowing to hold forth, in the humble-virtue school of eloquence; but, I assure you I thought at the time," "My good fellow, you are over-doing this!"" "It has been very difficult to me to think ill of that man." "My dear Louisa as Tom says."<|quote|>Which he never did say.</|quote|>"You know no g... | they were speaking softly, otherwise than from the expression of their figures; but what they said was this: "You recollect the man, Mr. Harthouse?" "Oh, perfectly!" "His face, and his manner, and what he said?" "Perfectly. And an infinitely dreary person he appeared to me to be. Lengthy and prosy in the extreme. It wa... | opinion, if you ask me my opinion, that the less she is talked about, the better." The same evening, Mrs. Sparsit, in her chamber window, resting from her packing operations, looked towards her great staircase and saw Louisa still descending. She sat by Mr. Harthouse, in an alcove in the garden, talking very low; he st... | a she-wolf for a grandmother. She didn't give any milk, ma'am; she gave bruises. She was a regular Alderney at that." "Ah!" Mrs. Sparsit sighed and shuddered. "No, ma'am," continued Bounderby, "I have not heard anything more about it. It's in hand, though; and young Tom, who rather sticks to business at present somethi... | object to anything he chose to do, resolved not to lose sight of Mrs. Sparsit easily. So when her nerves were strung up to the pitch of again consuming sweetbreads in solitude, he said to her at the dinner-table, on the day before her departure, "I tell you what, ma'am; you shall come down here of a Saturday, while the... | thieves will grow in confidence by little and little, and we shall have 'em." "Very sagacious indeed, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit. "Very interesting. The old woman you mentioned, sir" "The old woman I mentioned, ma'am," said Bounderby, cutting the matter short, as it was nothing to boast about, "is not laid hold of; but, s... | Hard Times |
"You know no good of the fellow?" | Mr. James Harthouse | Which he never did say.<|quote|>"You know no good of the fellow?"</|quote|>"No, certainly." "Nor of any | dear Louisa as Tom says." Which he never did say.<|quote|>"You know no good of the fellow?"</|quote|>"No, certainly." "Nor of any other such person?" "How can | knowing to hold forth, in the humble-virtue school of eloquence; but, I assure you I thought at the time," "My good fellow, you are over-doing this!"" "It has been very difficult to me to think ill of that man." "My dear Louisa as Tom says." Which he never did say.<|quote|>"You know no good of the fellow?"</|quote|>"No... | than from the expression of their figures; but what they said was this: "You recollect the man, Mr. Harthouse?" "Oh, perfectly!" "His face, and his manner, and what he said?" "Perfectly. And an infinitely dreary person he appeared to me to be. Lengthy and prosy in the extreme. It was knowing to hold forth, in the humbl... | my opinion, that the less she is talked about, the better." The same evening, Mrs. Sparsit, in her chamber window, resting from her packing operations, looked towards her great staircase and saw Louisa still descending. She sat by Mr. Harthouse, in an alcove in the garden, talking very low; he stood leaning over her, a... | She didn't give any milk, ma'am; she gave bruises. She was a regular Alderney at that." "Ah!" Mrs. Sparsit sighed and shuddered. "No, ma'am," continued Bounderby, "I have not heard anything more about it. It's in hand, though; and young Tom, who rather sticks to business at present something new for him; he hadn't the ... | to do, resolved not to lose sight of Mrs. Sparsit easily. So when her nerves were strung up to the pitch of again consuming sweetbreads in solitude, he said to her at the dinner-table, on the day before her departure, "I tell you what, ma'am; you shall come down here of a Saturday, while the fine weather lasts, and sta... | of reach for good. Keep it quiet, and the thieves will grow in confidence by little and little, and we shall have 'em." "Very sagacious indeed, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit. "Very interesting. The old woman you mentioned, sir" "The old woman I mentioned, ma'am," said Bounderby, cutting the matter short, as it was nothing to... | Hard Times |
"No, certainly." | Louisa Bounderby | no good of the fellow?"<|quote|>"No, certainly."</|quote|>"Nor of any other such | never did say. "You know no good of the fellow?"<|quote|>"No, certainly."</|quote|>"Nor of any other such person?" "How can I," she | school of eloquence; but, I assure you I thought at the time," "My good fellow, you are over-doing this!"" "It has been very difficult to me to think ill of that man." "My dear Louisa as Tom says." Which he never did say. "You know no good of the fellow?"<|quote|>"No, certainly."</|quote|>"Nor of any other such person?... | but what they said was this: "You recollect the man, Mr. Harthouse?" "Oh, perfectly!" "His face, and his manner, and what he said?" "Perfectly. And an infinitely dreary person he appeared to me to be. Lengthy and prosy in the extreme. It was knowing to hold forth, in the humble-virtue school of eloquence; but, I assure... | talked about, the better." The same evening, Mrs. Sparsit, in her chamber window, resting from her packing operations, looked towards her great staircase and saw Louisa still descending. She sat by Mr. Harthouse, in an alcove in the garden, talking very low; he stood leaning over her, as they whispered together, and hi... | gave bruises. She was a regular Alderney at that." "Ah!" Mrs. Sparsit sighed and shuddered. "No, ma'am," continued Bounderby, "I have not heard anything more about it. It's in hand, though; and young Tom, who rather sticks to business at present something new for him; he hadn't the schooling _I_ had is helping. My inju... | of Mrs. Sparsit easily. So when her nerves were strung up to the pitch of again consuming sweetbreads in solitude, he said to her at the dinner-table, on the day before her departure, "I tell you what, ma'am; you shall come down here of a Saturday, while the fine weather lasts, and stay till Monday." To which Mrs. Spar... | I am of opinion, if you ask me my opinion, that the less she is talked about, the better." The same evening, Mrs. Sparsit, in her chamber window, resting from her packing operations, looked towards her great staircase and saw Louisa still descending. She sat by Mr. Harthouse, in an alcove in the garden, talking very lo... | Hard Times |
"Nor of any other such person?" | Mr. James Harthouse | of the fellow?" "No, certainly."<|quote|>"Nor of any other such person?"</|quote|>"How can I," she returned, | say. "You know no good of the fellow?" "No, certainly."<|quote|>"Nor of any other such person?"</|quote|>"How can I," she returned, with more of her first | eloquence; but, I assure you I thought at the time," "My good fellow, you are over-doing this!"" "It has been very difficult to me to think ill of that man." "My dear Louisa as Tom says." Which he never did say. "You know no good of the fellow?" "No, certainly."<|quote|>"Nor of any other such person?"</|quote|>"How can... | they said was this: "You recollect the man, Mr. Harthouse?" "Oh, perfectly!" "His face, and his manner, and what he said?" "Perfectly. And an infinitely dreary person he appeared to me to be. Lengthy and prosy in the extreme. It was knowing to hold forth, in the humble-virtue school of eloquence; but, I assure you I th... | the better." The same evening, Mrs. Sparsit, in her chamber window, resting from her packing operations, looked towards her great staircase and saw Louisa still descending. She sat by Mr. Harthouse, in an alcove in the garden, talking very low; he stood leaning over her, as they whispered together, and his face almost ... | She was a regular Alderney at that." "Ah!" Mrs. Sparsit sighed and shuddered. "No, ma'am," continued Bounderby, "I have not heard anything more about it. It's in hand, though; and young Tom, who rather sticks to business at present something new for him; he hadn't the schooling _I_ had is helping. My injunction is, Kee... | Sparsit easily. So when her nerves were strung up to the pitch of again consuming sweetbreads in solitude, he said to her at the dinner-table, on the day before her departure, "I tell you what, ma'am; you shall come down here of a Saturday, while the fine weather lasts, and stay till Monday." To which Mrs. Sparsit retu... | it was nothing to boast about, "is not laid hold of; but, she may take her oath she will be, if that is any satisfaction to her villainous old mind. In the mean time, ma'am, I am of opinion, if you ask me my opinion, that the less she is talked about, the better." The same evening, Mrs. Sparsit, in her chamber window, ... | Hard Times |
"How can I," | Louisa Bounderby | of any other such person?"<|quote|>"How can I,"</|quote|>she returned, with more of | the fellow?" "No, certainly." "Nor of any other such person?"<|quote|>"How can I,"</|quote|>she returned, with more of her first manner on her | thought at the time," "My good fellow, you are over-doing this!"" "It has been very difficult to me to think ill of that man." "My dear Louisa as Tom says." Which he never did say. "You know no good of the fellow?" "No, certainly." "Nor of any other such person?"<|quote|>"How can I,"</|quote|>she returned, with more of... | the man, Mr. Harthouse?" "Oh, perfectly!" "His face, and his manner, and what he said?" "Perfectly. And an infinitely dreary person he appeared to me to be. Lengthy and prosy in the extreme. It was knowing to hold forth, in the humble-virtue school of eloquence; but, I assure you I thought at the time," "My good fellow... | Sparsit, in her chamber window, resting from her packing operations, looked towards her great staircase and saw Louisa still descending. She sat by Mr. Harthouse, in an alcove in the garden, talking very low; he stood leaning over her, as they whispered together, and his face almost touched her hair. "If not quite!" sa... | that." "Ah!" Mrs. Sparsit sighed and shuddered. "No, ma'am," continued Bounderby, "I have not heard anything more about it. It's in hand, though; and young Tom, who rather sticks to business at present something new for him; he hadn't the schooling _I_ had is helping. My injunction is, Keep it quiet, and let it seem to... | were strung up to the pitch of again consuming sweetbreads in solitude, he said to her at the dinner-table, on the day before her departure, "I tell you what, ma'am; you shall come down here of a Saturday, while the fine weather lasts, and stay till Monday." To which Mrs. Sparsit returned, in effect, though not of the ... | in hand, though; and young Tom, who rather sticks to business at present something new for him; he hadn't the schooling _I_ had is helping. My injunction is, Keep it quiet, and let it seem to blow over. Do what you like under the rose, but don't give a sign of what you're about; or half a hundred of 'em will combine to... | Hard Times |
she returned, with more of her first manner on her than he had lately seen, | No speaker | such person?" "How can I,"<|quote|>she returned, with more of her first manner on her than he had lately seen,</|quote|>"when I know nothing of | certainly." "Nor of any other such person?" "How can I,"<|quote|>she returned, with more of her first manner on her than he had lately seen,</|quote|>"when I know nothing of them, men or women?" "My | time," "My good fellow, you are over-doing this!"" "It has been very difficult to me to think ill of that man." "My dear Louisa as Tom says." Which he never did say. "You know no good of the fellow?" "No, certainly." "Nor of any other such person?" "How can I,"<|quote|>she returned, with more of her first manner on her... | Harthouse?" "Oh, perfectly!" "His face, and his manner, and what he said?" "Perfectly. And an infinitely dreary person he appeared to me to be. Lengthy and prosy in the extreme. It was knowing to hold forth, in the humble-virtue school of eloquence; but, I assure you I thought at the time," "My good fellow, you are ove... | chamber window, resting from her packing operations, looked towards her great staircase and saw Louisa still descending. She sat by Mr. Harthouse, in an alcove in the garden, talking very low; he stood leaning over her, as they whispered together, and his face almost touched her hair. "If not quite!" said Mrs. Sparsit,... | Sparsit sighed and shuddered. "No, ma'am," continued Bounderby, "I have not heard anything more about it. It's in hand, though; and young Tom, who rather sticks to business at present something new for him; he hadn't the schooling _I_ had is helping. My injunction is, Keep it quiet, and let it seem to blow over. Do wha... | to the pitch of again consuming sweetbreads in solitude, he said to her at the dinner-table, on the day before her departure, "I tell you what, ma'am; you shall come down here of a Saturday, while the fine weather lasts, and stay till Monday." To which Mrs. Sparsit returned, in effect, though not of the Mahomedan persu... | do have you received intelligence respecting the robbery?" "Why, ma'am, no; not yet. Under the circumstances, I didn't expect it yet. Rome wasn't built in a day, ma'am." "Very true, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit, shaking her head. "Nor yet in a week, ma'am." "No, indeed, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, with a gentle melancholy ... | Hard Times |
"when I know nothing of them, men or women?" | Louisa Bounderby | than he had lately seen,<|quote|>"when I know nothing of them, men or women?"</|quote|>"My dear Louisa, then consent | her first manner on her than he had lately seen,<|quote|>"when I know nothing of them, men or women?"</|quote|>"My dear Louisa, then consent to receive the submissive representation | to think ill of that man." "My dear Louisa as Tom says." Which he never did say. "You know no good of the fellow?" "No, certainly." "Nor of any other such person?" "How can I," she returned, with more of her first manner on her than he had lately seen,<|quote|>"when I know nothing of them, men or women?"</|quote|>"My d... | infinitely dreary person he appeared to me to be. Lengthy and prosy in the extreme. It was knowing to hold forth, in the humble-virtue school of eloquence; but, I assure you I thought at the time," "My good fellow, you are over-doing this!"" "It has been very difficult to me to think ill of that man." "My dear Louisa a... | still descending. She sat by Mr. Harthouse, in an alcove in the garden, talking very low; he stood leaning over her, as they whispered together, and his face almost touched her hair. "If not quite!" said Mrs. Sparsit, straining her hawk's eyes to the utmost. Mrs. Sparsit was too distant to hear a word of their discours... | it. It's in hand, though; and young Tom, who rather sticks to business at present something new for him; he hadn't the schooling _I_ had is helping. My injunction is, Keep it quiet, and let it seem to blow over. Do what you like under the rose, but don't give a sign of what you're about; or half a hundred of 'em will c... | dinner-table, on the day before her departure, "I tell you what, ma'am; you shall come down here of a Saturday, while the fine weather lasts, and stay till Monday." To which Mrs. Sparsit returned, in effect, though not of the Mahomedan persuasion: "To hear is to obey." Now, Mrs. Sparsit was not a poetical woman; but sh... | know you have a reason for everything you do have you received intelligence respecting the robbery?" "Why, ma'am, no; not yet. Under the circumstances, I didn't expect it yet. Rome wasn't built in a day, ma'am." "Very true, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit, shaking her head. "Nor yet in a week, ma'am." "No, indeed, sir," return... | Hard Times |
"My dear Louisa, then consent to receive the submissive representation of your devoted friend, who knows something of several varieties of his excellent fellow-creatures for excellent they are, I am quite ready to believe, in spite of such little foibles as always helping themselves to what they can get hold of. This f... | Mr. James Harthouse | of them, men or women?"<|quote|>"My dear Louisa, then consent to receive the submissive representation of your devoted friend, who knows something of several varieties of his excellent fellow-creatures for excellent they are, I am quite ready to believe, in spite of such little foibles as always helping themselves to w... | seen, "when I know nothing of them, men or women?"<|quote|>"My dear Louisa, then consent to receive the submissive representation of your devoted friend, who knows something of several varieties of his excellent fellow-creatures for excellent they are, I am quite ready to believe, in spite of such little foibles as alw... | as Tom says." Which he never did say. "You know no good of the fellow?" "No, certainly." "Nor of any other such person?" "How can I," she returned, with more of her first manner on her than he had lately seen, "when I know nothing of them, men or women?"<|quote|>"My dear Louisa, then consent to receive the submissive r... | Lengthy and prosy in the extreme. It was knowing to hold forth, in the humble-virtue school of eloquence; but, I assure you I thought at the time," "My good fellow, you are over-doing this!"" "It has been very difficult to me to think ill of that man." "My dear Louisa as Tom says." Which he never did say. "You know no ... | alcove in the garden, talking very low; he stood leaning over her, as they whispered together, and his face almost touched her hair. "If not quite!" said Mrs. Sparsit, straining her hawk's eyes to the utmost. Mrs. Sparsit was too distant to hear a word of their discourse, or even to know that they were speaking softly,... | rather sticks to business at present something new for him; he hadn't the schooling _I_ had is helping. My injunction is, Keep it quiet, and let it seem to blow over. Do what you like under the rose, but don't give a sign of what you're about; or half a hundred of 'em will combine together and get this fellow who has b... | you what, ma'am; you shall come down here of a Saturday, while the fine weather lasts, and stay till Monday." To which Mrs. Sparsit returned, in effect, though not of the Mahomedan persuasion: "To hear is to obey." Now, Mrs. Sparsit was not a poetical woman; but she took an idea in the nature of an allegorical fancy, i... | yet. Under the circumstances, I didn't expect it yet. Rome wasn't built in a day, ma'am." "Very true, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit, shaking her head. "Nor yet in a week, ma'am." "No, indeed, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, with a gentle melancholy upon her. "In a similar manner, ma'am," said Bounderby, "I can wait, you know. I... | Hard Times |
"I almost feel as though it must be bad in me," | Louisa Bounderby | if he had the cleverness."<|quote|>"I almost feel as though it must be bad in me,"</|quote|>returned Louisa, after sitting thoughtful | may have originated it altogether, if he had the cleverness."<|quote|>"I almost feel as though it must be bad in me,"</|quote|>returned Louisa, after sitting thoughtful awhile, "to be so ready | put something in his pocket which had nothing in it before, and relieved his mind extremely. Really he would have been an uncommon, instead of a common, fellow, if he had not availed himself of such an opportunity. Or he may have originated it altogether, if he had the cleverness."<|quote|>"I almost feel as though it m... | Mr. Bounderby who, as we know, is not possessed of that delicacy which would soften so tight a hand. The member of the fluffy classes was injured, exasperated, left the house grumbling, met somebody who proposed to him to go in for some share in this Bank business, went in, put something in his pocket which had nothing... | his excellent fellow-creatures for excellent they are, I am quite ready to believe, in spite of such little foibles as always helping themselves to what they can get hold of. This fellow talks. Well; every fellow talks. He professes morality. Well; all sorts of humbugs profess morality. From the House of Commons to the... | her hair. "If not quite!" said Mrs. Sparsit, straining her hawk's eyes to the utmost. Mrs. Sparsit was too distant to hear a word of their discourse, or even to know that they were speaking softly, otherwise than from the expression of their figures; but what they said was this: "You recollect the man, Mr. Harthouse?" ... | "if I may venture to ask a question appertaining to any subject on which you show reserve which is indeed hardy in me, for I well know you have a reason for everything you do have you received intelligence respecting the robbery?" "Why, ma'am, no; not yet. Under the circumstances, I didn't expect it yet. Rome wasn't bu... | friend, who knows something of several varieties of his excellent fellow-creatures for excellent they are, I am quite ready to believe, in spite of such little foibles as always helping themselves to what they can get hold of. This fellow talks. Well; every fellow talks. He professes morality. Well; all sorts of humbug... | Hard Times |
returned Louisa, after sitting thoughtful awhile, | No speaker | must be bad in me,"<|quote|>returned Louisa, after sitting thoughtful awhile,</|quote|>"to be so ready to | almost feel as though it must be bad in me,"<|quote|>returned Louisa, after sitting thoughtful awhile,</|quote|>"to be so ready to agree with you, and to | and relieved his mind extremely. Really he would have been an uncommon, instead of a common, fellow, if he had not availed himself of such an opportunity. Or he may have originated it altogether, if he had the cleverness." "I almost feel as though it must be bad in me,"<|quote|>returned Louisa, after sitting thoughtful... | delicacy which would soften so tight a hand. The member of the fluffy classes was injured, exasperated, left the house grumbling, met somebody who proposed to him to go in for some share in this Bank business, went in, put something in his pocket which had nothing in it before, and relieved his mind extremely. Really h... | to believe, in spite of such little foibles as always helping themselves to what they can get hold of. This fellow talks. Well; every fellow talks. He professes morality. Well; all sorts of humbugs profess morality. From the House of Commons to the House of Correction, there is a general profession of morality, except ... | eyes to the utmost. Mrs. Sparsit was too distant to hear a word of their discourse, or even to know that they were speaking softly, otherwise than from the expression of their figures; but what they said was this: "You recollect the man, Mr. Harthouse?" "Oh, perfectly!" "His face, and his manner, and what he said?" "Pe... | subject on which you show reserve which is indeed hardy in me, for I well know you have a reason for everything you do have you received intelligence respecting the robbery?" "Why, ma'am, no; not yet. Under the circumstances, I didn't expect it yet. Rome wasn't built in a day, ma'am." "Very true, sir," said Mrs. Sparsi... | my opinion, that the less she is talked about, the better." The same evening, Mrs. Sparsit, in her chamber window, resting from her packing operations, looked towards her great staircase and saw Louisa still descending. She sat by Mr. Harthouse, in an alcove in the garden, talking very low; he stood leaning over her, a... | Hard Times |
"to be so ready to agree with you, and to be so lightened in my heart by what you say." | Louisa Bounderby | Louisa, after sitting thoughtful awhile,<|quote|>"to be so ready to agree with you, and to be so lightened in my heart by what you say."</|quote|>"I only say what is | be bad in me," returned Louisa, after sitting thoughtful awhile,<|quote|>"to be so ready to agree with you, and to be so lightened in my heart by what you say."</|quote|>"I only say what is reasonable; nothing worse. I have | he would have been an uncommon, instead of a common, fellow, if he had not availed himself of such an opportunity. Or he may have originated it altogether, if he had the cleverness." "I almost feel as though it must be bad in me," returned Louisa, after sitting thoughtful awhile,<|quote|>"to be so ready to agree with y... | a hand. The member of the fluffy classes was injured, exasperated, left the house grumbling, met somebody who proposed to him to go in for some share in this Bank business, went in, put something in his pocket which had nothing in it before, and relieved his mind extremely. Really he would have been an uncommon, instea... | little foibles as always helping themselves to what they can get hold of. This fellow talks. Well; every fellow talks. He professes morality. Well; all sorts of humbugs profess morality. From the House of Commons to the House of Correction, there is a general profession of morality, except among our people; it really i... | was too distant to hear a word of their discourse, or even to know that they were speaking softly, otherwise than from the expression of their figures; but what they said was this: "You recollect the man, Mr. Harthouse?" "Oh, perfectly!" "His face, and his manner, and what he said?" "Perfectly. And an infinitely dreary... | which is indeed hardy in me, for I well know you have a reason for everything you do have you received intelligence respecting the robbery?" "Why, ma'am, no; not yet. Under the circumstances, I didn't expect it yet. Rome wasn't built in a day, ma'am." "Very true, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit, shaking her head. "Nor yet in a... | her great staircase and saw Louisa still descending. She sat by Mr. Harthouse, in an alcove in the garden, talking very low; he stood leaning over her, as they whispered together, and his face almost touched her hair. "If not quite!" said Mrs. Sparsit, straining her hawk's eyes to the utmost. Mrs. Sparsit was too dista... | Hard Times |
"I only say what is reasonable; nothing worse. I have talked it over with my friend Tom more than once of course I remain on terms of perfect confidence with Tom and he is quite of my opinion, and I am quite of his. Will you walk?" | Mr. James Harthouse | heart by what you say."<|quote|>"I only say what is reasonable; nothing worse. I have talked it over with my friend Tom more than once of course I remain on terms of perfect confidence with Tom and he is quite of my opinion, and I am quite of his. Will you walk?"</|quote|>They strolled away, among the | be so lightened in my heart by what you say."<|quote|>"I only say what is reasonable; nothing worse. I have talked it over with my friend Tom more than once of course I remain on terms of perfect confidence with Tom and he is quite of my opinion, and I am quite of his. Will you walk?"</|quote|>They strolled away, among... | opportunity. Or he may have originated it altogether, if he had the cleverness." "I almost feel as though it must be bad in me," returned Louisa, after sitting thoughtful awhile, "to be so ready to agree with you, and to be so lightened in my heart by what you say."<|quote|>"I only say what is reasonable; nothing worse... | him to go in for some share in this Bank business, went in, put something in his pocket which had nothing in it before, and relieved his mind extremely. Really he would have been an uncommon, instead of a common, fellow, if he had not availed himself of such an opportunity. Or he may have originated it altogether, if h... | He professes morality. Well; all sorts of humbugs profess morality. From the House of Commons to the House of Correction, there is a general profession of morality, except among our people; it really is that exception which makes our people quite reviving. You saw and heard the case. Here was one of the fluffy classes ... | than from the expression of their figures; but what they said was this: "You recollect the man, Mr. Harthouse?" "Oh, perfectly!" "His face, and his manner, and what he said?" "Perfectly. And an infinitely dreary person he appeared to me to be. Lengthy and prosy in the extreme. It was knowing to hold forth, in the humbl... | received intelligence respecting the robbery?" "Why, ma'am, no; not yet. Under the circumstances, I didn't expect it yet. Rome wasn't built in a day, ma'am." "Very true, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit, shaking her head. "Nor yet in a week, ma'am." "No, indeed, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, with a gentle melancholy upon her. "I... | men or women?" "My dear Louisa, then consent to receive the submissive representation of your devoted friend, who knows something of several varieties of his excellent fellow-creatures for excellent they are, I am quite ready to believe, in spite of such little foibles as always helping themselves to what they can get ... | Hard Times |
They strolled away, among the lanes beginning to be indistinct in the twilight she leaning on his arm and she little thought how she was going down, down, down, Mrs. Sparsit's staircase. Night and day, Mrs. Sparsit kept it standing. When Louisa had arrived at the bottom and disappeared in the gulf, it might fall in upo... | No speaker | of his. Will you walk?"<|quote|>They strolled away, among the lanes beginning to be indistinct in the twilight she leaning on his arm and she little thought how she was going down, down, down, Mrs. Sparsit's staircase. Night and day, Mrs. Sparsit kept it standing. When Louisa had arrived at the bottom and disappeared i... | opinion, and I am quite of his. Will you walk?"<|quote|>They strolled away, among the lanes beginning to be indistinct in the twilight she leaning on his arm and she little thought how she was going down, down, down, Mrs. Sparsit's staircase. Night and day, Mrs. Sparsit kept it standing. When Louisa had arrived at the ... | what you say." "I only say what is reasonable; nothing worse. I have talked it over with my friend Tom more than once of course I remain on terms of perfect confidence with Tom and he is quite of my opinion, and I am quite of his. Will you walk?"<|quote|>They strolled away, among the lanes beginning to be indistinct in... | of such an opportunity. Or he may have originated it altogether, if he had the cleverness." "I almost feel as though it must be bad in me," returned Louisa, after sitting thoughtful awhile, "to be so ready to agree with you, and to be so lightened in my heart by what you say." "I only say what is reasonable; nothing wo... | case. Here was one of the fluffy classes pulled up extremely short by my esteemed friend Mr. Bounderby who, as we know, is not possessed of that delicacy which would soften so tight a hand. The member of the fluffy classes was injured, exasperated, left the house grumbling, met somebody who proposed to him to go in for... | extreme. It was knowing to hold forth, in the humble-virtue school of eloquence; but, I assure you I thought at the time," "My good fellow, you are over-doing this!"" "It has been very difficult to me to think ill of that man." "My dear Louisa as Tom says." Which he never did say. "You know no good of the fellow?" "No,... | a gentle melancholy upon her. "In a similar manner, ma'am," said Bounderby, "I can wait, you know. If Romulus and Remus could wait, Josiah Bounderby can wait. They were better off in their youth than I was, however. They had a she-wolf for a nurse; I had only a she-wolf for a grandmother. She didn't give any milk, ma'a... | said was this: "You recollect the man, Mr. Harthouse?" "Oh, perfectly!" "His face, and his manner, and what he said?" "Perfectly. And an infinitely dreary person he appeared to me to be. Lengthy and prosy in the extreme. It was knowing to hold forth, in the humble-virtue school of eloquence; but, I assure you I thought... | Hard Times |
"Your foot on the last step, my lady," | Mrs. Sparsit | time went near the stairs.<|quote|>"Your foot on the last step, my lady,"</|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit, apostrophizing the | and inanimate that at any time went near the stairs.<|quote|>"Your foot on the last step, my lady,"</|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit, apostrophizing the descending figure, with the aid | week, by the length of iron road dividing Coketown from the country house, she yet maintained her cat-like observation of Louisa, through her husband, through her brother, through James Harthouse, through the outsides of letters and packets, through everything animate and inanimate that at any time went near the stairs... | his sifting for the odds and ends he wanted, and his throwing of the dust about into the eyes of other people who wanted other odds and ends in fact resumed his parliamentary duties. In the meantime, Mrs. Sparsit kept unwinking watch and ward. Separated from her staircase, all the week, by the length of iron road divid... | for the ripeness and fulness of the harvest of her hopes. Hushed in expectancy, she kept her wary gaze upon the stairs; and seldom so much as darkly shook her right mitten (with her fist in it), at the figure coming down. CHAPTER XI LOWER AND LOWER THE figure descended the great stairs, steadily, steadily; always vergi... | she leaning on his arm and she little thought how she was going down, down, down, Mrs. Sparsit's staircase. Night and day, Mrs. Sparsit kept it standing. When Louisa had arrived at the bottom and disappeared in the gulf, it might fall in upon her if it would; but, until then, there it was to be, a Building, before Mrs.... | but, I assure you I thought at the time," "My good fellow, you are over-doing this!"" "It has been very difficult to me to think ill of that man." "My dear Louisa as Tom says." Which he never did say. "You know no good of the fellow?" "No, certainly." "Nor of any other such person?" "How can I," she returned, with more... | kept it standing. When Louisa had arrived at the bottom and disappeared in the gulf, it might fall in upon her if it would; but, until then, there it was to be, a Building, before Mrs. Sparsit's eyes. And there Louisa always was, upon it. And always gliding down, down, down! Mrs. Sparsit saw James Harthouse come and go... | Hard Times |
said Mrs. Sparsit, apostrophizing the descending figure, with the aid of her threatening mitten, | No speaker | the last step, my lady,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit, apostrophizing the descending figure, with the aid of her threatening mitten,</|quote|>"and all your art shall | the stairs. "Your foot on the last step, my lady,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit, apostrophizing the descending figure, with the aid of her threatening mitten,</|quote|>"and all your art shall never blind me." Art or | Coketown from the country house, she yet maintained her cat-like observation of Louisa, through her husband, through her brother, through James Harthouse, through the outsides of letters and packets, through everything animate and inanimate that at any time went near the stairs. "Your foot on the last step, my lady,"<|... | wanted, and his throwing of the dust about into the eyes of other people who wanted other odds and ends in fact resumed his parliamentary duties. In the meantime, Mrs. Sparsit kept unwinking watch and ward. Separated from her staircase, all the week, by the length of iron road dividing Coketown from the country house, ... | of her hopes. Hushed in expectancy, she kept her wary gaze upon the stairs; and seldom so much as darkly shook her right mitten (with her fist in it), at the figure coming down. CHAPTER XI LOWER AND LOWER THE figure descended the great stairs, steadily, steadily; always verging, like a weight in deep water, to the blac... | thought how she was going down, down, down, Mrs. Sparsit's staircase. Night and day, Mrs. Sparsit kept it standing. When Louisa had arrived at the bottom and disappeared in the gulf, it might fall in upon her if it would; but, until then, there it was to be, a Building, before Mrs. Sparsit's eyes. And there Louisa alwa... | time," "My good fellow, you are over-doing this!"" "It has been very difficult to me to think ill of that man." "My dear Louisa as Tom says." Which he never did say. "You know no good of the fellow?" "No, certainly." "Nor of any other such person?" "How can I," she returned, with more of her first manner on her than he... | in this Bank business, went in, put something in his pocket which had nothing in it before, and relieved his mind extremely. Really he would have been an uncommon, instead of a common, fellow, if he had not availed himself of such an opportunity. Or he may have originated it altogether, if he had the cleverness." "I al... | Hard Times |
"and all your art shall never blind me." | Mrs. Sparsit | aid of her threatening mitten,<|quote|>"and all your art shall never blind me."</|quote|>Art or nature though, the | the descending figure, with the aid of her threatening mitten,<|quote|>"and all your art shall never blind me."</|quote|>Art or nature though, the original stock of Louisa's character | her husband, through her brother, through James Harthouse, through the outsides of letters and packets, through everything animate and inanimate that at any time went near the stairs. "Your foot on the last step, my lady," said Mrs. Sparsit, apostrophizing the descending figure, with the aid of her threatening mitten,<... | who wanted other odds and ends in fact resumed his parliamentary duties. In the meantime, Mrs. Sparsit kept unwinking watch and ward. Separated from her staircase, all the week, by the length of iron road dividing Coketown from the country house, she yet maintained her cat-like observation of Louisa, through her husban... | and seldom so much as darkly shook her right mitten (with her fist in it), at the figure coming down. CHAPTER XI LOWER AND LOWER THE figure descended the great stairs, steadily, steadily; always verging, like a weight in deep water, to the black gulf at the bottom. Mr. Gradgrind, apprised of his wife's decease, made an... | Mrs. Sparsit kept it standing. When Louisa had arrived at the bottom and disappeared in the gulf, it might fall in upon her if it would; but, until then, there it was to be, a Building, before Mrs. Sparsit's eyes. And there Louisa always was, upon it. And always gliding down, down, down! Mrs. Sparsit saw James Harthous... | me to think ill of that man." "My dear Louisa as Tom says." Which he never did say. "You know no good of the fellow?" "No, certainly." "Nor of any other such person?" "How can I," she returned, with more of her first manner on her than he had lately seen, "when I know nothing of them, men or women?" "My dear Louisa, th... | Staircase. With all her deference for Mr. Bounderby as contradistinguished from his portrait, Mrs. Sparsit had not the smallest intention of interrupting the descent. Eager to see it accomplished, and yet patient, she waited for the last fall, as for the ripeness and fulness of the harvest of her hopes. Hushed in expec... | Hard Times |
Art or nature though, the original stock of Louisa's character or the graft of circumstances upon it, her curious reserve did baffle, while it stimulated, one as sagacious as Mrs. Sparsit. There were times when Mr. James Harthouse was not sure of her. There were times when he could not read the face he had studied so l... | No speaker | art shall never blind me."<|quote|>Art or nature though, the original stock of Louisa's character or the graft of circumstances upon it, her curious reserve did baffle, while it stimulated, one as sagacious as Mrs. Sparsit. There were times when Mr. James Harthouse was not sure of her. There were times when he could no... | threatening mitten, "and all your art shall never blind me."<|quote|>Art or nature though, the original stock of Louisa's character or the graft of circumstances upon it, her curious reserve did baffle, while it stimulated, one as sagacious as Mrs. Sparsit. There were times when Mr. James Harthouse was not sure of her.... | through the outsides of letters and packets, through everything animate and inanimate that at any time went near the stairs. "Your foot on the last step, my lady," said Mrs. Sparsit, apostrophizing the descending figure, with the aid of her threatening mitten, "and all your art shall never blind me."<|quote|>Art or nat... | resumed his parliamentary duties. In the meantime, Mrs. Sparsit kept unwinking watch and ward. Separated from her staircase, all the week, by the length of iron road dividing Coketown from the country house, she yet maintained her cat-like observation of Louisa, through her husband, through her brother, through James H... | right mitten (with her fist in it), at the figure coming down. CHAPTER XI LOWER AND LOWER THE figure descended the great stairs, steadily, steadily; always verging, like a weight in deep water, to the black gulf at the bottom. Mr. Gradgrind, apprised of his wife's decease, made an expedition from London, and buried her... | arrived at the bottom and disappeared in the gulf, it might fall in upon her if it would; but, until then, there it was to be, a Building, before Mrs. Sparsit's eyes. And there Louisa always was, upon it. And always gliding down, down, down! Mrs. Sparsit saw James Harthouse come and go; she heard of him here and there;... | dear Louisa as Tom says." Which he never did say. "You know no good of the fellow?" "No, certainly." "Nor of any other such person?" "How can I," she returned, with more of her first manner on her than he had lately seen, "when I know nothing of them, men or women?" "My dear Louisa, then consent to receive the submissi... | then, there it was to be, a Building, before Mrs. Sparsit's eyes. And there Louisa always was, upon it. And always gliding down, down, down! Mrs. Sparsit saw James Harthouse come and go; she heard of him here and there; she saw the changes of the face he had studied; she, too, remarked to a nicety how and when it cloud... | Hard Times |
"But you'll go down to-morrow, ma'am, all the same. You'll go down just as if I was there. It will make no difference to you." | Josiah Bounderby | Sparsit at the Bank, adding:<|quote|>"But you'll go down to-morrow, ma'am, all the same. You'll go down just as if I was there. It will make no difference to you."</|quote|>"Pray, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, | he intimated this to Mrs. Sparsit at the Bank, adding:<|quote|>"But you'll go down to-morrow, ma'am, all the same. You'll go down just as if I was there. It will make no difference to you."</|quote|>"Pray, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, reproachfully, "let me beg you | ring of satellites to help her. So the time went on; until it happened that Mr. Bounderby was called away from home by business which required his presence elsewhere, for three or four days. It was on a Friday that he intimated this to Mrs. Sparsit at the Bank, adding:<|quote|>"But you'll go down to-morrow, ma'am, all ... | sagacious as Mrs. Sparsit. There were times when Mr. James Harthouse was not sure of her. There were times when he could not read the face he had studied so long; and when this lonely girl was a greater mystery to him, than any woman of the world with a ring of satellites to help her. So the time went on; until it happ... | dividing Coketown from the country house, she yet maintained her cat-like observation of Louisa, through her husband, through her brother, through James Harthouse, through the outsides of letters and packets, through everything animate and inanimate that at any time went near the stairs. "Your foot on the last step, my... | of this new Giant's Staircase. With all her deference for Mr. Bounderby as contradistinguished from his portrait, Mrs. Sparsit had not the smallest intention of interrupting the descent. Eager to see it accomplished, and yet patient, she waited for the last fall, as for the ripeness and fulness of the harvest of her ho... | House of Correction, there is a general profession of morality, except among our people; it really is that exception which makes our people quite reviving. You saw and heard the case. Here was one of the fluffy classes pulled up extremely short by my esteemed friend Mr. Bounderby who, as we know, is not possessed of th... | open, with no touch of pity, with no touch of compunction, all absorbed in interest. In the interest of seeing her, ever drawing, with no hand to stay her, nearer and nearer to the bottom of this new Giant's Staircase. With all her deference for Mr. Bounderby as contradistinguished from his portrait, Mrs. Sparsit had n... | Hard Times |
"Pray, sir," | Mrs. Sparsit | make no difference to you."<|quote|>"Pray, sir,"</|quote|>returned Mrs. Sparsit, reproachfully, "let | I was there. It will make no difference to you."<|quote|>"Pray, sir,"</|quote|>returned Mrs. Sparsit, reproachfully, "let me beg you not to | required his presence elsewhere, for three or four days. It was on a Friday that he intimated this to Mrs. Sparsit at the Bank, adding: "But you'll go down to-morrow, ma'am, all the same. You'll go down just as if I was there. It will make no difference to you."<|quote|>"Pray, sir,"</|quote|>returned Mrs. Sparsit, repr... | face he had studied so long; and when this lonely girl was a greater mystery to him, than any woman of the world with a ring of satellites to help her. So the time went on; until it happened that Mr. Bounderby was called away from home by business which required his presence elsewhere, for three or four days. It was on... | outsides of letters and packets, through everything animate and inanimate that at any time went near the stairs. "Your foot on the last step, my lady," said Mrs. Sparsit, apostrophizing the descending figure, with the aid of her threatening mitten, "and all your art shall never blind me." Art or nature though, the orig... | interrupting the descent. Eager to see it accomplished, and yet patient, she waited for the last fall, as for the ripeness and fulness of the harvest of her hopes. Hushed in expectancy, she kept her wary gaze upon the stairs; and seldom so much as darkly shook her right mitten (with her fist in it), at the figure comin... | You saw and heard the case. Here was one of the fluffy classes pulled up extremely short by my esteemed friend Mr. Bounderby who, as we know, is not possessed of that delicacy which would soften so tight a hand. The member of the fluffy classes was injured, exasperated, left the house grumbling, met somebody who propos... | open, with no touch of pity, with no touch of compunction, all absorbed in interest. In the interest of seeing her, ever drawing, with no hand to stay her, nearer and nearer to the bottom of this new Giant's Staircase. With all her deference for Mr. Bounderby as contradistinguished from his portrait, Mrs. Sparsit had n... | Hard Times |
returned Mrs. Sparsit, reproachfully, | No speaker | difference to you." "Pray, sir,"<|quote|>returned Mrs. Sparsit, reproachfully,</|quote|>"let me beg you not | there. It will make no difference to you." "Pray, sir,"<|quote|>returned Mrs. Sparsit, reproachfully,</|quote|>"let me beg you not to say that. Your absence | presence elsewhere, for three or four days. It was on a Friday that he intimated this to Mrs. Sparsit at the Bank, adding: "But you'll go down to-morrow, ma'am, all the same. You'll go down just as if I was there. It will make no difference to you." "Pray, sir,"<|quote|>returned Mrs. Sparsit, reproachfully,</|quote|>"l... | had studied so long; and when this lonely girl was a greater mystery to him, than any woman of the world with a ring of satellites to help her. So the time went on; until it happened that Mr. Bounderby was called away from home by business which required his presence elsewhere, for three or four days. It was on a Frida... | letters and packets, through everything animate and inanimate that at any time went near the stairs. "Your foot on the last step, my lady," said Mrs. Sparsit, apostrophizing the descending figure, with the aid of her threatening mitten, "and all your art shall never blind me." Art or nature though, the original stock o... | descent. Eager to see it accomplished, and yet patient, she waited for the last fall, as for the ripeness and fulness of the harvest of her hopes. Hushed in expectancy, she kept her wary gaze upon the stairs; and seldom so much as darkly shook her right mitten (with her fist in it), at the figure coming down. CHAPTER X... | and heard the case. Here was one of the fluffy classes pulled up extremely short by my esteemed friend Mr. Bounderby who, as we know, is not possessed of that delicacy which would soften so tight a hand. The member of the fluffy classes was injured, exasperated, left the house grumbling, met somebody who proposed to hi... | fall in upon her if it would; but, until then, there it was to be, a Building, before Mrs. Sparsit's eyes. And there Louisa always was, upon it. And always gliding down, down, down! Mrs. Sparsit saw James Harthouse come and go; she heard of him here and there; she saw the changes of the face he had studied; she, too, r... | Hard Times |
"let me beg you not to say that. Your absence will make a vast difference to me, sir, as I think you very well know." | Mrs. Sparsit | sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, reproachfully,<|quote|>"let me beg you not to say that. Your absence will make a vast difference to me, sir, as I think you very well know."</|quote|>"Well, ma'am, then you must | no difference to you." "Pray, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, reproachfully,<|quote|>"let me beg you not to say that. Your absence will make a vast difference to me, sir, as I think you very well know."</|quote|>"Well, ma'am, then you must get on in my absence | or four days. It was on a Friday that he intimated this to Mrs. Sparsit at the Bank, adding: "But you'll go down to-morrow, ma'am, all the same. You'll go down just as if I was there. It will make no difference to you." "Pray, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, reproachfully,<|quote|>"let me beg you not to say that. Your abs... | and when this lonely girl was a greater mystery to him, than any woman of the world with a ring of satellites to help her. So the time went on; until it happened that Mr. Bounderby was called away from home by business which required his presence elsewhere, for three or four days. It was on a Friday that he intimated t... | everything animate and inanimate that at any time went near the stairs. "Your foot on the last step, my lady," said Mrs. Sparsit, apostrophizing the descending figure, with the aid of her threatening mitten, "and all your art shall never blind me." Art or nature though, the original stock of Louisa's character or the g... | it accomplished, and yet patient, she waited for the last fall, as for the ripeness and fulness of the harvest of her hopes. Hushed in expectancy, she kept her wary gaze upon the stairs; and seldom so much as darkly shook her right mitten (with her fist in it), at the figure coming down. CHAPTER XI LOWER AND LOWER THE ... | Here was one of the fluffy classes pulled up extremely short by my esteemed friend Mr. Bounderby who, as we know, is not possessed of that delicacy which would soften so tight a hand. The member of the fluffy classes was injured, exasperated, left the house grumbling, met somebody who proposed to him to go in for some ... | smallest intention of interrupting the descent. Eager to see it accomplished, and yet patient, she waited for the last fall, as for the ripeness and fulness of the harvest of her hopes. Hushed in expectancy, she kept her wary gaze upon the stairs; and seldom so much as darkly shook her right mitten (with her fist in it... | Hard Times |
"Well, ma'am, then you must get on in my absence as well as you can," | Josiah Bounderby | think you very well know."<|quote|>"Well, ma'am, then you must get on in my absence as well as you can,"</|quote|>said Mr. Bounderby, not displeased. | to me, sir, as I think you very well know."<|quote|>"Well, ma'am, then you must get on in my absence as well as you can,"</|quote|>said Mr. Bounderby, not displeased. "Mr. Bounderby," retorted Mrs. Sparsit, | all the same. You'll go down just as if I was there. It will make no difference to you." "Pray, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, reproachfully, "let me beg you not to say that. Your absence will make a vast difference to me, sir, as I think you very well know."<|quote|>"Well, ma'am, then you must get on in my absence as we... | So the time went on; until it happened that Mr. Bounderby was called away from home by business which required his presence elsewhere, for three or four days. It was on a Friday that he intimated this to Mrs. Sparsit at the Bank, adding: "But you'll go down to-morrow, ma'am, all the same. You'll go down just as if I wa... | descending figure, with the aid of her threatening mitten, "and all your art shall never blind me." Art or nature though, the original stock of Louisa's character or the graft of circumstances upon it, her curious reserve did baffle, while it stimulated, one as sagacious as Mrs. Sparsit. There were times when Mr. James... | expectancy, she kept her wary gaze upon the stairs; and seldom so much as darkly shook her right mitten (with her fist in it), at the figure coming down. CHAPTER XI LOWER AND LOWER THE figure descended the great stairs, steadily, steadily; always verging, like a weight in deep water, to the black gulf at the bottom. Mr... | that delicacy which would soften so tight a hand. The member of the fluffy classes was injured, exasperated, left the house grumbling, met somebody who proposed to him to go in for some share in this Bank business, went in, put something in his pocket which had nothing in it before, and relieved his mind extremely. Rea... | there it was to be, a Building, before Mrs. Sparsit's eyes. And there Louisa always was, upon it. And always gliding down, down, down! Mrs. Sparsit saw James Harthouse come and go; she heard of him here and there; she saw the changes of the face he had studied; she, too, remarked to a nicety how and when it clouded, ho... | Hard Times |
said Mr. Bounderby, not displeased. | No speaker | as well as you can,"<|quote|>said Mr. Bounderby, not displeased.</|quote|>"Mr. Bounderby," retorted Mrs. Sparsit, | get on in my absence as well as you can,"<|quote|>said Mr. Bounderby, not displeased.</|quote|>"Mr. Bounderby," retorted Mrs. Sparsit, "your will is to me | no difference to you." "Pray, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, reproachfully, "let me beg you not to say that. Your absence will make a vast difference to me, sir, as I think you very well know." "Well, ma'am, then you must get on in my absence as well as you can,"<|quote|>said Mr. Bounderby, not displeased.</|quote|>"Mr. ... | home by business which required his presence elsewhere, for three or four days. It was on a Friday that he intimated this to Mrs. Sparsit at the Bank, adding: "But you'll go down to-morrow, ma'am, all the same. You'll go down just as if I was there. It will make no difference to you." "Pray, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit... | blind me." Art or nature though, the original stock of Louisa's character or the graft of circumstances upon it, her curious reserve did baffle, while it stimulated, one as sagacious as Mrs. Sparsit. There were times when Mr. James Harthouse was not sure of her. There were times when he could not read the face he had s... | shook her right mitten (with her fist in it), at the figure coming down. CHAPTER XI LOWER AND LOWER THE figure descended the great stairs, steadily, steadily; always verging, like a weight in deep water, to the black gulf at the bottom. Mr. Gradgrind, apprised of his wife's decease, made an expedition from London, and ... | was injured, exasperated, left the house grumbling, met somebody who proposed to him to go in for some share in this Bank business, went in, put something in his pocket which had nothing in it before, and relieved his mind extremely. Really he would have been an uncommon, instead of a common, fellow, if he had not avai... | through James Harthouse, through the outsides of letters and packets, through everything animate and inanimate that at any time went near the stairs. "Your foot on the last step, my lady," said Mrs. Sparsit, apostrophizing the descending figure, with the aid of her threatening mitten, "and all your art shall never blin... | Hard Times |
"Mr. Bounderby," | Mrs. Sparsit | said Mr. Bounderby, not displeased.<|quote|>"Mr. Bounderby,"</|quote|>retorted Mrs. Sparsit, "your will | as well as you can," said Mr. Bounderby, not displeased.<|quote|>"Mr. Bounderby,"</|quote|>retorted Mrs. Sparsit, "your will is to me a law, | sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, reproachfully, "let me beg you not to say that. Your absence will make a vast difference to me, sir, as I think you very well know." "Well, ma'am, then you must get on in my absence as well as you can," said Mr. Bounderby, not displeased.<|quote|>"Mr. Bounderby,"</|quote|>retorted Mrs. Spar... | his presence elsewhere, for three or four days. It was on a Friday that he intimated this to Mrs. Sparsit at the Bank, adding: "But you'll go down to-morrow, ma'am, all the same. You'll go down just as if I was there. It will make no difference to you." "Pray, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, reproachfully, "let me beg you... | though, the original stock of Louisa's character or the graft of circumstances upon it, her curious reserve did baffle, while it stimulated, one as sagacious as Mrs. Sparsit. There were times when Mr. James Harthouse was not sure of her. There were times when he could not read the face he had studied so long; and when ... | her fist in it), at the figure coming down. CHAPTER XI LOWER AND LOWER THE figure descended the great stairs, steadily, steadily; always verging, like a weight in deep water, to the black gulf at the bottom. Mr. Gradgrind, apprised of his wife's decease, made an expedition from London, and buried her in a business-like... | house grumbling, met somebody who proposed to him to go in for some share in this Bank business, went in, put something in his pocket which had nothing in it before, and relieved his mind extremely. Really he would have been an uncommon, instead of a common, fellow, if he had not availed himself of such an opportunity.... | XI LOWER AND LOWER THE figure descended the great stairs, steadily, steadily; always verging, like a weight in deep water, to the black gulf at the bottom. Mr. Gradgrind, apprised of his wife's decease, made an expedition from London, and buried her in a business-like manner. He then returned with promptitude to the na... | Hard Times |
retorted Mrs. Sparsit, | No speaker | Bounderby, not displeased. "Mr. Bounderby,"<|quote|>retorted Mrs. Sparsit,</|quote|>"your will is to me | as you can," said Mr. Bounderby, not displeased. "Mr. Bounderby,"<|quote|>retorted Mrs. Sparsit,</|quote|>"your will is to me a law, sir; otherwise, it | Mrs. Sparsit, reproachfully, "let me beg you not to say that. Your absence will make a vast difference to me, sir, as I think you very well know." "Well, ma'am, then you must get on in my absence as well as you can," said Mr. Bounderby, not displeased. "Mr. Bounderby,"<|quote|>retorted Mrs. Sparsit,</|quote|>"your will... | elsewhere, for three or four days. It was on a Friday that he intimated this to Mrs. Sparsit at the Bank, adding: "But you'll go down to-morrow, ma'am, all the same. You'll go down just as if I was there. It will make no difference to you." "Pray, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, reproachfully, "let me beg you not to say t... | original stock of Louisa's character or the graft of circumstances upon it, her curious reserve did baffle, while it stimulated, one as sagacious as Mrs. Sparsit. There were times when Mr. James Harthouse was not sure of her. There were times when he could not read the face he had studied so long; and when this lonely ... | in it), at the figure coming down. CHAPTER XI LOWER AND LOWER THE figure descended the great stairs, steadily, steadily; always verging, like a weight in deep water, to the black gulf at the bottom. Mr. Gradgrind, apprised of his wife's decease, made an expedition from London, and buried her in a business-like manner. ... | met somebody who proposed to him to go in for some share in this Bank business, went in, put something in his pocket which had nothing in it before, and relieved his mind extremely. Really he would have been an uncommon, instead of a common, fellow, if he had not availed himself of such an opportunity. Or he may have o... | gaze upon the stairs; and seldom so much as darkly shook her right mitten (with her fist in it), at the figure coming down. CHAPTER XI LOWER AND LOWER THE figure descended the great stairs, steadily, steadily; always verging, like a weight in deep water, to the black gulf at the bottom. Mr. Gradgrind, apprised of his w... | Hard Times |
"your will is to me a law, sir; otherwise, it might be my inclination to dispute your kind commands, not feeling sure that it will be quite so agreeable to Miss Gradgrind to receive me, as it ever is to your own munificent hospitality. But you shall say no more, sir. I will go, upon your invitation." | Mrs. Sparsit | "Mr. Bounderby," retorted Mrs. Sparsit,<|quote|>"your will is to me a law, sir; otherwise, it might be my inclination to dispute your kind commands, not feeling sure that it will be quite so agreeable to Miss Gradgrind to receive me, as it ever is to your own munificent hospitality. But you shall say no more, sir. I wi... | said Mr. Bounderby, not displeased. "Mr. Bounderby," retorted Mrs. Sparsit,<|quote|>"your will is to me a law, sir; otherwise, it might be my inclination to dispute your kind commands, not feeling sure that it will be quite so agreeable to Miss Gradgrind to receive me, as it ever is to your own munificent hospitality. ... | "let me beg you not to say that. Your absence will make a vast difference to me, sir, as I think you very well know." "Well, ma'am, then you must get on in my absence as well as you can," said Mr. Bounderby, not displeased. "Mr. Bounderby," retorted Mrs. Sparsit,<|quote|>"your will is to me a law, sir; otherwise, it mi... | or four days. It was on a Friday that he intimated this to Mrs. Sparsit at the Bank, adding: "But you'll go down to-morrow, ma'am, all the same. You'll go down just as if I was there. It will make no difference to you." "Pray, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, reproachfully, "let me beg you not to say that. Your absence wil... | Louisa's character or the graft of circumstances upon it, her curious reserve did baffle, while it stimulated, one as sagacious as Mrs. Sparsit. There were times when Mr. James Harthouse was not sure of her. There were times when he could not read the face he had studied so long; and when this lonely girl was a greater... | the figure coming down. CHAPTER XI LOWER AND LOWER THE figure descended the great stairs, steadily, steadily; always verging, like a weight in deep water, to the black gulf at the bottom. Mr. Gradgrind, apprised of his wife's decease, made an expedition from London, and buried her in a business-like manner. He then ret... | proposed to him to go in for some share in this Bank business, went in, put something in his pocket which had nothing in it before, and relieved his mind extremely. Really he would have been an uncommon, instead of a common, fellow, if he had not availed himself of such an opportunity. Or he may have originated it alto... | she saw the changes of the face he had studied; she, too, remarked to a nicety how and when it clouded, how and when it cleared; she kept her black eyes wide open, with no touch of pity, with no touch of compunction, all absorbed in interest. In the interest of seeing her, ever drawing, with no hand to stay her, nearer... | Hard Times |
"Why, when I invite you to my house, ma'am," | Josiah Bounderby | will go, upon your invitation."<|quote|>"Why, when I invite you to my house, ma'am,"</|quote|>said Bounderby, opening his eyes, | say no more, sir. I will go, upon your invitation."<|quote|>"Why, when I invite you to my house, ma'am,"</|quote|>said Bounderby, opening his eyes, "I should hope you want | sir; otherwise, it might be my inclination to dispute your kind commands, not feeling sure that it will be quite so agreeable to Miss Gradgrind to receive me, as it ever is to your own munificent hospitality. But you shall say no more, sir. I will go, upon your invitation."<|quote|>"Why, when I invite you to my house, ... | that. Your absence will make a vast difference to me, sir, as I think you very well know." "Well, ma'am, then you must get on in my absence as well as you can," said Mr. Bounderby, not displeased. "Mr. Bounderby," retorted Mrs. Sparsit, "your will is to me a law, sir; otherwise, it might be my inclination to dispute yo... | greater mystery to him, than any woman of the world with a ring of satellites to help her. So the time went on; until it happened that Mr. Bounderby was called away from home by business which required his presence elsewhere, for three or four days. It was on a Friday that he intimated this to Mrs. Sparsit at the Bank,... | the national cinder-heap, and resumed his sifting for the odds and ends he wanted, and his throwing of the dust about into the eyes of other people who wanted other odds and ends in fact resumed his parliamentary duties. In the meantime, Mrs. Sparsit kept unwinking watch and ward. Separated from her staircase, all the ... | originated it altogether, if he had the cleverness." "I almost feel as though it must be bad in me," returned Louisa, after sitting thoughtful awhile, "to be so ready to agree with you, and to be so lightened in my heart by what you say." "I only say what is reasonable; nothing worse. I have talked it over with my frie... | of her hopes. Hushed in expectancy, she kept her wary gaze upon the stairs; and seldom so much as darkly shook her right mitten (with her fist in it), at the figure coming down. CHAPTER XI LOWER AND LOWER THE figure descended the great stairs, steadily, steadily; always verging, like a weight in deep water, to the blac... | Hard Times |
said Bounderby, opening his eyes, | No speaker | you to my house, ma'am,"<|quote|>said Bounderby, opening his eyes,</|quote|>"I should hope you want | invitation." "Why, when I invite you to my house, ma'am,"<|quote|>said Bounderby, opening his eyes,</|quote|>"I should hope you want no other invitation." "No, indeed, | your kind commands, not feeling sure that it will be quite so agreeable to Miss Gradgrind to receive me, as it ever is to your own munificent hospitality. But you shall say no more, sir. I will go, upon your invitation." "Why, when I invite you to my house, ma'am,"<|quote|>said Bounderby, opening his eyes,</|quote|>"I ... | me, sir, as I think you very well know." "Well, ma'am, then you must get on in my absence as well as you can," said Mr. Bounderby, not displeased. "Mr. Bounderby," retorted Mrs. Sparsit, "your will is to me a law, sir; otherwise, it might be my inclination to dispute your kind commands, not feeling sure that it will be... | world with a ring of satellites to help her. So the time went on; until it happened that Mr. Bounderby was called away from home by business which required his presence elsewhere, for three or four days. It was on a Friday that he intimated this to Mrs. Sparsit at the Bank, adding: "But you'll go down to-morrow, ma'am,... | odds and ends he wanted, and his throwing of the dust about into the eyes of other people who wanted other odds and ends in fact resumed his parliamentary duties. In the meantime, Mrs. Sparsit kept unwinking watch and ward. Separated from her staircase, all the week, by the length of iron road dividing Coketown from th... | almost feel as though it must be bad in me," returned Louisa, after sitting thoughtful awhile, "to be so ready to agree with you, and to be so lightened in my heart by what you say." "I only say what is reasonable; nothing worse. I have talked it over with my friend Tom more than once of course I remain on terms of per... | an expedition from London, and buried her in a business-like manner. He then returned with promptitude to the national cinder-heap, and resumed his sifting for the odds and ends he wanted, and his throwing of the dust about into the eyes of other people who wanted other odds and ends in fact resumed his parliamentary d... | Hard Times |
"I should hope you want no other invitation." | Josiah Bounderby | said Bounderby, opening his eyes,<|quote|>"I should hope you want no other invitation."</|quote|>"No, indeed, sir," returned Mrs. | you to my house, ma'am," said Bounderby, opening his eyes,<|quote|>"I should hope you want no other invitation."</|quote|>"No, indeed, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, "I should hope not. | sure that it will be quite so agreeable to Miss Gradgrind to receive me, as it ever is to your own munificent hospitality. But you shall say no more, sir. I will go, upon your invitation." "Why, when I invite you to my house, ma'am," said Bounderby, opening his eyes,<|quote|>"I should hope you want no other invitation.... | you very well know." "Well, ma'am, then you must get on in my absence as well as you can," said Mr. Bounderby, not displeased. "Mr. Bounderby," retorted Mrs. Sparsit, "your will is to me a law, sir; otherwise, it might be my inclination to dispute your kind commands, not feeling sure that it will be quite so agreeable ... | satellites to help her. So the time went on; until it happened that Mr. Bounderby was called away from home by business which required his presence elsewhere, for three or four days. It was on a Friday that he intimated this to Mrs. Sparsit at the Bank, adding: "But you'll go down to-morrow, ma'am, all the same. You'll... | and his throwing of the dust about into the eyes of other people who wanted other odds and ends in fact resumed his parliamentary duties. In the meantime, Mrs. Sparsit kept unwinking watch and ward. Separated from her staircase, all the week, by the length of iron road dividing Coketown from the country house, she yet ... | must be bad in me," returned Louisa, after sitting thoughtful awhile, "to be so ready to agree with you, and to be so lightened in my heart by what you say." "I only say what is reasonable; nothing worse. I have talked it over with my friend Tom more than once of course I remain on terms of perfect confidence with Tom ... | of seeing her, ever drawing, with no hand to stay her, nearer and nearer to the bottom of this new Giant's Staircase. With all her deference for Mr. Bounderby as contradistinguished from his portrait, Mrs. Sparsit had not the smallest intention of interrupting the descent. Eager to see it accomplished, and yet patient,... | Hard Times |
"No, indeed, sir," | Mrs. Sparsit | you want no other invitation."<|quote|>"No, indeed, sir,"</|quote|>returned Mrs. Sparsit, "I should | his eyes, "I should hope you want no other invitation."<|quote|>"No, indeed, sir,"</|quote|>returned Mrs. Sparsit, "I should hope not. Say no more, | to Miss Gradgrind to receive me, as it ever is to your own munificent hospitality. But you shall say no more, sir. I will go, upon your invitation." "Why, when I invite you to my house, ma'am," said Bounderby, opening his eyes, "I should hope you want no other invitation."<|quote|>"No, indeed, sir,"</|quote|>returned M... | must get on in my absence as well as you can," said Mr. Bounderby, not displeased. "Mr. Bounderby," retorted Mrs. Sparsit, "your will is to me a law, sir; otherwise, it might be my inclination to dispute your kind commands, not feeling sure that it will be quite so agreeable to Miss Gradgrind to receive me, as it ever ... | on; until it happened that Mr. Bounderby was called away from home by business which required his presence elsewhere, for three or four days. It was on a Friday that he intimated this to Mrs. Sparsit at the Bank, adding: "But you'll go down to-morrow, ma'am, all the same. You'll go down just as if I was there. It will ... | the eyes of other people who wanted other odds and ends in fact resumed his parliamentary duties. In the meantime, Mrs. Sparsit kept unwinking watch and ward. Separated from her staircase, all the week, by the length of iron road dividing Coketown from the country house, she yet maintained her cat-like observation of L... | sitting thoughtful awhile, "to be so ready to agree with you, and to be so lightened in my heart by what you say." "I only say what is reasonable; nothing worse. I have talked it over with my friend Tom more than once of course I remain on terms of perfect confidence with Tom and he is quite of my opinion, and I am qui... | read the face he had studied so long; and when this lonely girl was a greater mystery to him, than any woman of the world with a ring of satellites to help her. So the time went on; until it happened that Mr. Bounderby was called away from home by business which required his presence elsewhere, for three or four days. ... | Hard Times |
returned Mrs. Sparsit, | No speaker | other invitation." "No, indeed, sir,"<|quote|>returned Mrs. Sparsit,</|quote|>"I should hope not. Say | should hope you want no other invitation." "No, indeed, sir,"<|quote|>returned Mrs. Sparsit,</|quote|>"I should hope not. Say no more, sir. I would, | to receive me, as it ever is to your own munificent hospitality. But you shall say no more, sir. I will go, upon your invitation." "Why, when I invite you to my house, ma'am," said Bounderby, opening his eyes, "I should hope you want no other invitation." "No, indeed, sir,"<|quote|>returned Mrs. Sparsit,</|quote|>"I sh... | in my absence as well as you can," said Mr. Bounderby, not displeased. "Mr. Bounderby," retorted Mrs. Sparsit, "your will is to me a law, sir; otherwise, it might be my inclination to dispute your kind commands, not feeling sure that it will be quite so agreeable to Miss Gradgrind to receive me, as it ever is to your o... | happened that Mr. Bounderby was called away from home by business which required his presence elsewhere, for three or four days. It was on a Friday that he intimated this to Mrs. Sparsit at the Bank, adding: "But you'll go down to-morrow, ma'am, all the same. You'll go down just as if I was there. It will make no diffe... | other people who wanted other odds and ends in fact resumed his parliamentary duties. In the meantime, Mrs. Sparsit kept unwinking watch and ward. Separated from her staircase, all the week, by the length of iron road dividing Coketown from the country house, she yet maintained her cat-like observation of Louisa, throu... | "to be so ready to agree with you, and to be so lightened in my heart by what you say." "I only say what is reasonable; nothing worse. I have talked it over with my friend Tom more than once of course I remain on terms of perfect confidence with Tom and he is quite of my opinion, and I am quite of his. Will you walk?" ... | Mr. Gradgrind, apprised of his wife's decease, made an expedition from London, and buried her in a business-like manner. He then returned with promptitude to the national cinder-heap, and resumed his sifting for the odds and ends he wanted, and his throwing of the dust about into the eyes of other people who wanted oth... | Hard Times |
"I should hope not. Say no more, sir. I would, sir, I could see you gay again." | Mrs. Sparsit | indeed, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit,<|quote|>"I should hope not. Say no more, sir. I would, sir, I could see you gay again."</|quote|>"What do you mean, ma'am?" | want no other invitation." "No, indeed, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit,<|quote|>"I should hope not. Say no more, sir. I would, sir, I could see you gay again."</|quote|>"What do you mean, ma'am?" blustered Bounderby. "Sir," rejoined Mrs. | as it ever is to your own munificent hospitality. But you shall say no more, sir. I will go, upon your invitation." "Why, when I invite you to my house, ma'am," said Bounderby, opening his eyes, "I should hope you want no other invitation." "No, indeed, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit,<|quote|>"I should hope not. Say no mo... | as well as you can," said Mr. Bounderby, not displeased. "Mr. Bounderby," retorted Mrs. Sparsit, "your will is to me a law, sir; otherwise, it might be my inclination to dispute your kind commands, not feeling sure that it will be quite so agreeable to Miss Gradgrind to receive me, as it ever is to your own munificent ... | Bounderby was called away from home by business which required his presence elsewhere, for three or four days. It was on a Friday that he intimated this to Mrs. Sparsit at the Bank, adding: "But you'll go down to-morrow, ma'am, all the same. You'll go down just as if I was there. It will make no difference to you." "Pr... | wanted other odds and ends in fact resumed his parliamentary duties. In the meantime, Mrs. Sparsit kept unwinking watch and ward. Separated from her staircase, all the week, by the length of iron road dividing Coketown from the country house, she yet maintained her cat-like observation of Louisa, through her husband, t... | ready to agree with you, and to be so lightened in my heart by what you say." "I only say what is reasonable; nothing worse. I have talked it over with my friend Tom more than once of course I remain on terms of perfect confidence with Tom and he is quite of my opinion, and I am quite of his. Will you walk?" They strol... | harvest of her hopes. Hushed in expectancy, she kept her wary gaze upon the stairs; and seldom so much as darkly shook her right mitten (with her fist in it), at the figure coming down. CHAPTER XI LOWER AND LOWER THE figure descended the great stairs, steadily, steadily; always verging, like a weight in deep water, to ... | Hard Times |
"What do you mean, ma'am?" | Josiah Bounderby | could see you gay again."<|quote|>"What do you mean, ma'am?"</|quote|>blustered Bounderby. "Sir," rejoined Mrs. | sir. I would, sir, I could see you gay again."<|quote|>"What do you mean, ma'am?"</|quote|>blustered Bounderby. "Sir," rejoined Mrs. Sparsit, "there was wont to | will go, upon your invitation." "Why, when I invite you to my house, ma'am," said Bounderby, opening his eyes, "I should hope you want no other invitation." "No, indeed, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, "I should hope not. Say no more, sir. I would, sir, I could see you gay again."<|quote|>"What do you mean, ma'am?"</|quot... | is to me a law, sir; otherwise, it might be my inclination to dispute your kind commands, not feeling sure that it will be quite so agreeable to Miss Gradgrind to receive me, as it ever is to your own munificent hospitality. But you shall say no more, sir. I will go, upon your invitation." "Why, when I invite you to my... | days. It was on a Friday that he intimated this to Mrs. Sparsit at the Bank, adding: "But you'll go down to-morrow, ma'am, all the same. You'll go down just as if I was there. It will make no difference to you." "Pray, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, reproachfully, "let me beg you not to say that. Your absence will make a... | unwinking watch and ward. Separated from her staircase, all the week, by the length of iron road dividing Coketown from the country house, she yet maintained her cat-like observation of Louisa, through her husband, through her brother, through James Harthouse, through the outsides of letters and packets, through everyt... | "I only say what is reasonable; nothing worse. I have talked it over with my friend Tom more than once of course I remain on terms of perfect confidence with Tom and he is quite of my opinion, and I am quite of his. Will you walk?" They strolled away, among the lanes beginning to be indistinct in the twilight she leani... | of her threatening mitten, "and all your art shall never blind me." Art or nature though, the original stock of Louisa's character or the graft of circumstances upon it, her curious reserve did baffle, while it stimulated, one as sagacious as Mrs. Sparsit. There were times when Mr. James Harthouse was not sure of her. ... | Hard Times |
blustered Bounderby. | No speaker | "What do you mean, ma'am?"<|quote|>blustered Bounderby.</|quote|>"Sir," rejoined Mrs. Sparsit, "there | could see you gay again." "What do you mean, ma'am?"<|quote|>blustered Bounderby.</|quote|>"Sir," rejoined Mrs. Sparsit, "there was wont to be an | "Why, when I invite you to my house, ma'am," said Bounderby, opening his eyes, "I should hope you want no other invitation." "No, indeed, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, "I should hope not. Say no more, sir. I would, sir, I could see you gay again." "What do you mean, ma'am?"<|quote|>blustered Bounderby.</|quote|>"Sir," r... | sir; otherwise, it might be my inclination to dispute your kind commands, not feeling sure that it will be quite so agreeable to Miss Gradgrind to receive me, as it ever is to your own munificent hospitality. But you shall say no more, sir. I will go, upon your invitation." "Why, when I invite you to my house, ma'am," ... | Friday that he intimated this to Mrs. Sparsit at the Bank, adding: "But you'll go down to-morrow, ma'am, all the same. You'll go down just as if I was there. It will make no difference to you." "Pray, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, reproachfully, "let me beg you not to say that. Your absence will make a vast difference t... | from her staircase, all the week, by the length of iron road dividing Coketown from the country house, she yet maintained her cat-like observation of Louisa, through her husband, through her brother, through James Harthouse, through the outsides of letters and packets, through everything animate and inanimate that at a... | reasonable; nothing worse. I have talked it over with my friend Tom more than once of course I remain on terms of perfect confidence with Tom and he is quite of my opinion, and I am quite of his. Will you walk?" They strolled away, among the lanes beginning to be indistinct in the twilight she leaning on his arm and sh... | of circumstances upon it, her curious reserve did baffle, while it stimulated, one as sagacious as Mrs. Sparsit. There were times when Mr. James Harthouse was not sure of her. There were times when he could not read the face he had studied so long; and when this lonely girl was a greater mystery to him, than any woman ... | Hard Times |
"Sir," | Mrs. Sparsit | you mean, ma'am?" blustered Bounderby.<|quote|>"Sir,"</|quote|>rejoined Mrs. Sparsit, "there was | you gay again." "What do you mean, ma'am?" blustered Bounderby.<|quote|>"Sir,"</|quote|>rejoined Mrs. Sparsit, "there was wont to be an elasticity | I invite you to my house, ma'am," said Bounderby, opening his eyes, "I should hope you want no other invitation." "No, indeed, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, "I should hope not. Say no more, sir. I would, sir, I could see you gay again." "What do you mean, ma'am?" blustered Bounderby.<|quote|>"Sir,"</|quote|>rejoined Mrs... | it might be my inclination to dispute your kind commands, not feeling sure that it will be quite so agreeable to Miss Gradgrind to receive me, as it ever is to your own munificent hospitality. But you shall say no more, sir. I will go, upon your invitation." "Why, when I invite you to my house, ma'am," said Bounderby, ... | he intimated this to Mrs. Sparsit at the Bank, adding: "But you'll go down to-morrow, ma'am, all the same. You'll go down just as if I was there. It will make no difference to you." "Pray, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, reproachfully, "let me beg you not to say that. Your absence will make a vast difference to me, sir, a... | staircase, all the week, by the length of iron road dividing Coketown from the country house, she yet maintained her cat-like observation of Louisa, through her husband, through her brother, through James Harthouse, through the outsides of letters and packets, through everything animate and inanimate that at any time w... | worse. I have talked it over with my friend Tom more than once of course I remain on terms of perfect confidence with Tom and he is quite of my opinion, and I am quite of his. Will you walk?" They strolled away, among the lanes beginning to be indistinct in the twilight she leaning on his arm and she little thought how... | happened that Mr. Bounderby was called away from home by business which required his presence elsewhere, for three or four days. It was on a Friday that he intimated this to Mrs. Sparsit at the Bank, adding: "But you'll go down to-morrow, ma'am, all the same. You'll go down just as if I was there. It will make no diffe... | Hard Times |
rejoined Mrs. Sparsit, | No speaker | mean, ma'am?" blustered Bounderby. "Sir,"<|quote|>rejoined Mrs. Sparsit,</|quote|>"there was wont to be | gay again." "What do you mean, ma'am?" blustered Bounderby. "Sir,"<|quote|>rejoined Mrs. Sparsit,</|quote|>"there was wont to be an elasticity in you which | invite you to my house, ma'am," said Bounderby, opening his eyes, "I should hope you want no other invitation." "No, indeed, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, "I should hope not. Say no more, sir. I would, sir, I could see you gay again." "What do you mean, ma'am?" blustered Bounderby. "Sir,"<|quote|>rejoined Mrs. Sparsit,<... | might be my inclination to dispute your kind commands, not feeling sure that it will be quite so agreeable to Miss Gradgrind to receive me, as it ever is to your own munificent hospitality. But you shall say no more, sir. I will go, upon your invitation." "Why, when I invite you to my house, ma'am," said Bounderby, ope... | intimated this to Mrs. Sparsit at the Bank, adding: "But you'll go down to-morrow, ma'am, all the same. You'll go down just as if I was there. It will make no difference to you." "Pray, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, reproachfully, "let me beg you not to say that. Your absence will make a vast difference to me, sir, as I... | all the week, by the length of iron road dividing Coketown from the country house, she yet maintained her cat-like observation of Louisa, through her husband, through her brother, through James Harthouse, through the outsides of letters and packets, through everything animate and inanimate that at any time went near th... | I have talked it over with my friend Tom more than once of course I remain on terms of perfect confidence with Tom and he is quite of my opinion, and I am quite of his. Will you walk?" They strolled away, among the lanes beginning to be indistinct in the twilight she leaning on his arm and she little thought how she wa... | darkly shook her right mitten (with her fist in it), at the figure coming down. CHAPTER XI LOWER AND LOWER THE figure descended the great stairs, steadily, steadily; always verging, like a weight in deep water, to the black gulf at the bottom. Mr. Gradgrind, apprised of his wife's decease, made an expedition from Londo... | Hard Times |
"there was wont to be an elasticity in you which I sadly miss. Be buoyant, sir!" | Mrs. Sparsit | Bounderby. "Sir," rejoined Mrs. Sparsit,<|quote|>"there was wont to be an elasticity in you which I sadly miss. Be buoyant, sir!"</|quote|>Mr. Bounderby, under the influence | do you mean, ma'am?" blustered Bounderby. "Sir," rejoined Mrs. Sparsit,<|quote|>"there was wont to be an elasticity in you which I sadly miss. Be buoyant, sir!"</|quote|>Mr. Bounderby, under the influence of this difficult adjuration, backed | my house, ma'am," said Bounderby, opening his eyes, "I should hope you want no other invitation." "No, indeed, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, "I should hope not. Say no more, sir. I would, sir, I could see you gay again." "What do you mean, ma'am?" blustered Bounderby. "Sir," rejoined Mrs. Sparsit,<|quote|>"there was won... | inclination to dispute your kind commands, not feeling sure that it will be quite so agreeable to Miss Gradgrind to receive me, as it ever is to your own munificent hospitality. But you shall say no more, sir. I will go, upon your invitation." "Why, when I invite you to my house, ma'am," said Bounderby, opening his eye... | Mrs. Sparsit at the Bank, adding: "But you'll go down to-morrow, ma'am, all the same. You'll go down just as if I was there. It will make no difference to you." "Pray, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, reproachfully, "let me beg you not to say that. Your absence will make a vast difference to me, sir, as I think you very we... | by the length of iron road dividing Coketown from the country house, she yet maintained her cat-like observation of Louisa, through her husband, through her brother, through James Harthouse, through the outsides of letters and packets, through everything animate and inanimate that at any time went near the stairs. "You... | it over with my friend Tom more than once of course I remain on terms of perfect confidence with Tom and he is quite of my opinion, and I am quite of his. Will you walk?" They strolled away, among the lanes beginning to be indistinct in the twilight she leaning on his arm and she little thought how she was going down, ... | Bounderby as contradistinguished from his portrait, Mrs. Sparsit had not the smallest intention of interrupting the descent. Eager to see it accomplished, and yet patient, she waited for the last fall, as for the ripeness and fulness of the harvest of her hopes. Hushed in expectancy, she kept her wary gaze upon the sta... | Hard Times |
Mr. Bounderby, under the influence of this difficult adjuration, backed up by her compassionate eye, could only scratch his head in a feeble and ridiculous manner, and afterwards assert himself at a distance, by being heard to bully the small fry of business all the morning. | No speaker | sadly miss. Be buoyant, sir!"<|quote|>Mr. Bounderby, under the influence of this difficult adjuration, backed up by her compassionate eye, could only scratch his head in a feeble and ridiculous manner, and afterwards assert himself at a distance, by being heard to bully the small fry of business all the morning.</|quot... | elasticity in you which I sadly miss. Be buoyant, sir!"<|quote|>Mr. Bounderby, under the influence of this difficult adjuration, backed up by her compassionate eye, could only scratch his head in a feeble and ridiculous manner, and afterwards assert himself at a distance, by being heard to bully the small fry of busine... | "No, indeed, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, "I should hope not. Say no more, sir. I would, sir, I could see you gay again." "What do you mean, ma'am?" blustered Bounderby. "Sir," rejoined Mrs. Sparsit, "there was wont to be an elasticity in you which I sadly miss. Be buoyant, sir!"<|quote|>Mr. Bounderby, under the influe... | to Miss Gradgrind to receive me, as it ever is to your own munificent hospitality. But you shall say no more, sir. I will go, upon your invitation." "Why, when I invite you to my house, ma'am," said Bounderby, opening his eyes, "I should hope you want no other invitation." "No, indeed, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, "I s... | go down just as if I was there. It will make no difference to you." "Pray, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, reproachfully, "let me beg you not to say that. Your absence will make a vast difference to me, sir, as I think you very well know." "Well, ma'am, then you must get on in my absence as well as you can," said Mr. Boun... | cat-like observation of Louisa, through her husband, through her brother, through James Harthouse, through the outsides of letters and packets, through everything animate and inanimate that at any time went near the stairs. "Your foot on the last step, my lady," said Mrs. Sparsit, apostrophizing the descending figure, ... | perfect confidence with Tom and he is quite of my opinion, and I am quite of his. Will you walk?" They strolled away, among the lanes beginning to be indistinct in the twilight she leaning on his arm and she little thought how she was going down, down, down, Mrs. Sparsit's staircase. Night and day, Mrs. Sparsit kept it... | the ripeness and fulness of the harvest of her hopes. Hushed in expectancy, she kept her wary gaze upon the stairs; and seldom so much as darkly shook her right mitten (with her fist in it), at the figure coming down. CHAPTER XI LOWER AND LOWER THE figure descended the great stairs, steadily, steadily; always verging, ... | Hard Times |
"Bitzer," | Mrs. Sparsit | of business all the morning.<|quote|>"Bitzer,"</|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit that afternoon, | to bully the small fry of business all the morning.<|quote|>"Bitzer,"</|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit that afternoon, when her patron was gone | miss. Be buoyant, sir!" Mr. Bounderby, under the influence of this difficult adjuration, backed up by her compassionate eye, could only scratch his head in a feeble and ridiculous manner, and afterwards assert himself at a distance, by being heard to bully the small fry of business all the morning.<|quote|>"Bitzer,"</|... | want no other invitation." "No, indeed, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, "I should hope not. Say no more, sir. I would, sir, I could see you gay again." "What do you mean, ma'am?" blustered Bounderby. "Sir," rejoined Mrs. Sparsit, "there was wont to be an elasticity in you which I sadly miss. Be buoyant, sir!" Mr. Bounderb... | "Well, ma'am, then you must get on in my absence as well as you can," said Mr. Bounderby, not displeased. "Mr. Bounderby," retorted Mrs. Sparsit, "your will is to me a law, sir; otherwise, it might be my inclination to dispute your kind commands, not feeling sure that it will be quite so agreeable to Miss Gradgrind to ... | descending figure, with the aid of her threatening mitten, "and all your art shall never blind me." Art or nature though, the original stock of Louisa's character or the graft of circumstances upon it, her curious reserve did baffle, while it stimulated, one as sagacious as Mrs. Sparsit. There were times when Mr. James... | down, down, down, Mrs. Sparsit's staircase. Night and day, Mrs. Sparsit kept it standing. When Louisa had arrived at the bottom and disappeared in the gulf, it might fall in upon her if it would; but, until then, there it was to be, a Building, before Mrs. Sparsit's eyes. And there Louisa always was, upon it. And alway... | promptitude to the national cinder-heap, and resumed his sifting for the odds and ends he wanted, and his throwing of the dust about into the eyes of other people who wanted other odds and ends in fact resumed his parliamentary duties. In the meantime, Mrs. Sparsit kept unwinking watch and ward. Separated from her stai... | Hard Times |
said Mrs. Sparsit that afternoon, when her patron was gone on his journey, and the Bank was closing, | No speaker | business all the morning. "Bitzer,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit that afternoon, when her patron was gone on his journey, and the Bank was closing,</|quote|>"present my compliments to young | bully the small fry of business all the morning. "Bitzer,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit that afternoon, when her patron was gone on his journey, and the Bank was closing,</|quote|>"present my compliments to young Mr. Thomas, and ask him | Be buoyant, sir!" Mr. Bounderby, under the influence of this difficult adjuration, backed up by her compassionate eye, could only scratch his head in a feeble and ridiculous manner, and afterwards assert himself at a distance, by being heard to bully the small fry of business all the morning. "Bitzer,"<|quote|>said Mrs... | no other invitation." "No, indeed, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, "I should hope not. Say no more, sir. I would, sir, I could see you gay again." "What do you mean, ma'am?" blustered Bounderby. "Sir," rejoined Mrs. Sparsit, "there was wont to be an elasticity in you which I sadly miss. Be buoyant, sir!" Mr. Bounderby, un... | ma'am, then you must get on in my absence as well as you can," said Mr. Bounderby, not displeased. "Mr. Bounderby," retorted Mrs. Sparsit, "your will is to me a law, sir; otherwise, it might be my inclination to dispute your kind commands, not feeling sure that it will be quite so agreeable to Miss Gradgrind to receive... | figure, with the aid of her threatening mitten, "and all your art shall never blind me." Art or nature though, the original stock of Louisa's character or the graft of circumstances upon it, her curious reserve did baffle, while it stimulated, one as sagacious as Mrs. Sparsit. There were times when Mr. James Harthouse ... | down, down, Mrs. Sparsit's staircase. Night and day, Mrs. Sparsit kept it standing. When Louisa had arrived at the bottom and disappeared in the gulf, it might fall in upon her if it would; but, until then, there it was to be, a Building, before Mrs. Sparsit's eyes. And there Louisa always was, upon it. And always glid... | from London, and buried her in a business-like manner. He then returned with promptitude to the national cinder-heap, and resumed his sifting for the odds and ends he wanted, and his throwing of the dust about into the eyes of other people who wanted other odds and ends in fact resumed his parliamentary duties. In the ... | Hard Times |
"present my compliments to young Mr. Thomas, and ask him if he would step up and partake of a lamb chop and walnut ketchup, with a glass of India ale?" | Mrs. Sparsit | and the Bank was closing,<|quote|>"present my compliments to young Mr. Thomas, and ask him if he would step up and partake of a lamb chop and walnut ketchup, with a glass of India ale?"</|quote|>Young Mr. Thomas being usually | was gone on his journey, and the Bank was closing,<|quote|>"present my compliments to young Mr. Thomas, and ask him if he would step up and partake of a lamb chop and walnut ketchup, with a glass of India ale?"</|quote|>Young Mr. Thomas being usually ready for anything in that | could only scratch his head in a feeble and ridiculous manner, and afterwards assert himself at a distance, by being heard to bully the small fry of business all the morning. "Bitzer," said Mrs. Sparsit that afternoon, when her patron was gone on his journey, and the Bank was closing,<|quote|>"present my compliments to... | would, sir, I could see you gay again." "What do you mean, ma'am?" blustered Bounderby. "Sir," rejoined Mrs. Sparsit, "there was wont to be an elasticity in you which I sadly miss. Be buoyant, sir!" Mr. Bounderby, under the influence of this difficult adjuration, backed up by her compassionate eye, could only scratch h... | displeased. "Mr. Bounderby," retorted Mrs. Sparsit, "your will is to me a law, sir; otherwise, it might be my inclination to dispute your kind commands, not feeling sure that it will be quite so agreeable to Miss Gradgrind to receive me, as it ever is to your own munificent hospitality. But you shall say no more, sir. ... | nature though, the original stock of Louisa's character or the graft of circumstances upon it, her curious reserve did baffle, while it stimulated, one as sagacious as Mrs. Sparsit. There were times when Mr. James Harthouse was not sure of her. There were times when he could not read the face he had studied so long; an... | the bottom and disappeared in the gulf, it might fall in upon her if it would; but, until then, there it was to be, a Building, before Mrs. Sparsit's eyes. And there Louisa always was, upon it. And always gliding down, down, down! Mrs. Sparsit saw James Harthouse come and go; she heard of him here and there; she saw th... | sir, as I think you very well know." "Well, ma'am, then you must get on in my absence as well as you can," said Mr. Bounderby, not displeased. "Mr. Bounderby," retorted Mrs. Sparsit, "your will is to me a law, sir; otherwise, it might be my inclination to dispute your kind commands, not feeling sure that it will be qui... | Hard Times |
Young Mr. Thomas being usually ready for anything in that way, returned a gracious answer, and followed on its heels. | No speaker | a glass of India ale?"<|quote|>Young Mr. Thomas being usually ready for anything in that way, returned a gracious answer, and followed on its heels.</|quote|>"Mr. Thomas," said Mrs. Sparsit, | chop and walnut ketchup, with a glass of India ale?"<|quote|>Young Mr. Thomas being usually ready for anything in that way, returned a gracious answer, and followed on its heels.</|quote|>"Mr. Thomas," said Mrs. Sparsit, "these plain viands being on | morning. "Bitzer," said Mrs. Sparsit that afternoon, when her patron was gone on his journey, and the Bank was closing, "present my compliments to young Mr. Thomas, and ask him if he would step up and partake of a lamb chop and walnut ketchup, with a glass of India ale?"<|quote|>Young Mr. Thomas being usually ready for... | sadly miss. Be buoyant, sir!" Mr. Bounderby, under the influence of this difficult adjuration, backed up by her compassionate eye, could only scratch his head in a feeble and ridiculous manner, and afterwards assert himself at a distance, by being heard to bully the small fry of business all the morning. "Bitzer," said... | will be quite so agreeable to Miss Gradgrind to receive me, as it ever is to your own munificent hospitality. But you shall say no more, sir. I will go, upon your invitation." "Why, when I invite you to my house, ma'am," said Bounderby, opening his eyes, "I should hope you want no other invitation." "No, indeed, sir," ... | were times when Mr. James Harthouse was not sure of her. There were times when he could not read the face he had studied so long; and when this lonely girl was a greater mystery to him, than any woman of the world with a ring of satellites to help her. So the time went on; until it happened that Mr. Bounderby was calle... | And there Louisa always was, upon it. And always gliding down, down, down! Mrs. Sparsit saw James Harthouse come and go; she heard of him here and there; she saw the changes of the face he had studied; she, too, remarked to a nicety how and when it clouded, how and when it cleared; she kept her black eyes wide open, wi... | circumstances upon it, her curious reserve did baffle, while it stimulated, one as sagacious as Mrs. Sparsit. There were times when Mr. James Harthouse was not sure of her. There were times when he could not read the face he had studied so long; and when this lonely girl was a greater mystery to him, than any woman of ... | Hard Times |
"Mr. Thomas," | Mrs. Sparsit | and followed on its heels.<|quote|>"Mr. Thomas,"</|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit, "these plain | way, returned a gracious answer, and followed on its heels.<|quote|>"Mr. Thomas,"</|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit, "these plain viands being on table, I | "present my compliments to young Mr. Thomas, and ask him if he would step up and partake of a lamb chop and walnut ketchup, with a glass of India ale?" Young Mr. Thomas being usually ready for anything in that way, returned a gracious answer, and followed on its heels.<|quote|>"Mr. Thomas,"</|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit, ... | could only scratch his head in a feeble and ridiculous manner, and afterwards assert himself at a distance, by being heard to bully the small fry of business all the morning. "Bitzer," said Mrs. Sparsit that afternoon, when her patron was gone on his journey, and the Bank was closing, "present my compliments to young M... | But you shall say no more, sir. I will go, upon your invitation." "Why, when I invite you to my house, ma'am," said Bounderby, opening his eyes, "I should hope you want no other invitation." "No, indeed, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, "I should hope not. Say no more, sir. I would, sir, I could see you gay again." "What d... | face he had studied so long; and when this lonely girl was a greater mystery to him, than any woman of the world with a ring of satellites to help her. So the time went on; until it happened that Mr. Bounderby was called away from home by business which required his presence elsewhere, for three or four days. It was on... | go; she heard of him here and there; she saw the changes of the face he had studied; she, too, remarked to a nicety how and when it clouded, how and when it cleared; she kept her black eyes wide open, with no touch of pity, with no touch of compunction, all absorbed in interest. In the interest of seeing her, ever draw... | cinder-heap, and resumed his sifting for the odds and ends he wanted, and his throwing of the dust about into the eyes of other people who wanted other odds and ends in fact resumed his parliamentary duties. In the meantime, Mrs. Sparsit kept unwinking watch and ward. Separated from her staircase, all the week, by the ... | Hard Times |
said Mrs. Sparsit, | No speaker | on its heels. "Mr. Thomas,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit,</|quote|>"these plain viands being on | a gracious answer, and followed on its heels. "Mr. Thomas,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit,</|quote|>"these plain viands being on table, I thought you might | compliments to young Mr. Thomas, and ask him if he would step up and partake of a lamb chop and walnut ketchup, with a glass of India ale?" Young Mr. Thomas being usually ready for anything in that way, returned a gracious answer, and followed on its heels. "Mr. Thomas,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit,</|quote|>"these plain... | scratch his head in a feeble and ridiculous manner, and afterwards assert himself at a distance, by being heard to bully the small fry of business all the morning. "Bitzer," said Mrs. Sparsit that afternoon, when her patron was gone on his journey, and the Bank was closing, "present my compliments to young Mr. Thomas, ... | shall say no more, sir. I will go, upon your invitation." "Why, when I invite you to my house, ma'am," said Bounderby, opening his eyes, "I should hope you want no other invitation." "No, indeed, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, "I should hope not. Say no more, sir. I would, sir, I could see you gay again." "What do you me... | had studied so long; and when this lonely girl was a greater mystery to him, than any woman of the world with a ring of satellites to help her. So the time went on; until it happened that Mr. Bounderby was called away from home by business which required his presence elsewhere, for three or four days. It was on a Frida... | heard of him here and there; she saw the changes of the face he had studied; she, too, remarked to a nicety how and when it clouded, how and when it cleared; she kept her black eyes wide open, with no touch of pity, with no touch of compunction, all absorbed in interest. In the interest of seeing her, ever drawing, wit... | times when he could not read the face he had studied so long; and when this lonely girl was a greater mystery to him, than any woman of the world with a ring of satellites to help her. So the time went on; until it happened that Mr. Bounderby was called away from home by business which required his presence elsewhere, ... | Hard Times |
"these plain viands being on table, I thought you might be tempted." | Mrs. Sparsit | "Mr. Thomas," said Mrs. Sparsit,<|quote|>"these plain viands being on table, I thought you might be tempted."</|quote|>"Thank'ee, Mrs. Sparsit," said the | and followed on its heels. "Mr. Thomas," said Mrs. Sparsit,<|quote|>"these plain viands being on table, I thought you might be tempted."</|quote|>"Thank'ee, Mrs. Sparsit," said the whelp. And gloomily fell to. | Mr. Thomas, and ask him if he would step up and partake of a lamb chop and walnut ketchup, with a glass of India ale?" Young Mr. Thomas being usually ready for anything in that way, returned a gracious answer, and followed on its heels. "Mr. Thomas," said Mrs. Sparsit,<|quote|>"these plain viands being on table, I thou... | in a feeble and ridiculous manner, and afterwards assert himself at a distance, by being heard to bully the small fry of business all the morning. "Bitzer," said Mrs. Sparsit that afternoon, when her patron was gone on his journey, and the Bank was closing, "present my compliments to young Mr. Thomas, and ask him if he... | more, sir. I will go, upon your invitation." "Why, when I invite you to my house, ma'am," said Bounderby, opening his eyes, "I should hope you want no other invitation." "No, indeed, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, "I should hope not. Say no more, sir. I would, sir, I could see you gay again." "What do you mean, ma'am?" b... | long; and when this lonely girl was a greater mystery to him, than any woman of the world with a ring of satellites to help her. So the time went on; until it happened that Mr. Bounderby was called away from home by business which required his presence elsewhere, for three or four days. It was on a Friday that he intim... | here and there; she saw the changes of the face he had studied; she, too, remarked to a nicety how and when it clouded, how and when it cleared; she kept her black eyes wide open, with no touch of pity, with no touch of compunction, all absorbed in interest. In the interest of seeing her, ever drawing, with no hand to ... | his parliamentary duties. In the meantime, Mrs. Sparsit kept unwinking watch and ward. Separated from her staircase, all the week, by the length of iron road dividing Coketown from the country house, she yet maintained her cat-like observation of Louisa, through her husband, through her brother, through James Harthouse... | Hard Times |
"Thank'ee, Mrs. Sparsit," | Young Thomas | thought you might be tempted."<|quote|>"Thank'ee, Mrs. Sparsit,"</|quote|>said the whelp. And gloomily | viands being on table, I thought you might be tempted."<|quote|>"Thank'ee, Mrs. Sparsit,"</|quote|>said the whelp. And gloomily fell to. "How is Mr. | of a lamb chop and walnut ketchup, with a glass of India ale?" Young Mr. Thomas being usually ready for anything in that way, returned a gracious answer, and followed on its heels. "Mr. Thomas," said Mrs. Sparsit, "these plain viands being on table, I thought you might be tempted."<|quote|>"Thank'ee, Mrs. Sparsit,"</|q... | distance, by being heard to bully the small fry of business all the morning. "Bitzer," said Mrs. Sparsit that afternoon, when her patron was gone on his journey, and the Bank was closing, "present my compliments to young Mr. Thomas, and ask him if he would step up and partake of a lamb chop and walnut ketchup, with a g... | you to my house, ma'am," said Bounderby, opening his eyes, "I should hope you want no other invitation." "No, indeed, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, "I should hope not. Say no more, sir. I would, sir, I could see you gay again." "What do you mean, ma'am?" blustered Bounderby. "Sir," rejoined Mrs. Sparsit, "there was wont... | than any woman of the world with a ring of satellites to help her. So the time went on; until it happened that Mr. Bounderby was called away from home by business which required his presence elsewhere, for three or four days. It was on a Friday that he intimated this to Mrs. Sparsit at the Bank, adding: "But you'll go ... | studied; she, too, remarked to a nicety how and when it clouded, how and when it cleared; she kept her black eyes wide open, with no touch of pity, with no touch of compunction, all absorbed in interest. In the interest of seeing her, ever drawing, with no hand to stay her, nearer and nearer to the bottom of this new G... | It was on a Friday that he intimated this to Mrs. Sparsit at the Bank, adding: "But you'll go down to-morrow, ma'am, all the same. You'll go down just as if I was there. It will make no difference to you." "Pray, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, reproachfully, "let me beg you not to say that. Your absence will make a vast ... | Hard Times |
said the whelp. And gloomily fell to. | No speaker | be tempted." "Thank'ee, Mrs. Sparsit,"<|quote|>said the whelp. And gloomily fell to.</|quote|>"How is Mr. Harthouse, Mr. | table, I thought you might be tempted." "Thank'ee, Mrs. Sparsit,"<|quote|>said the whelp. And gloomily fell to.</|quote|>"How is Mr. Harthouse, Mr. Tom?" asked Mrs. Sparsit. "Oh, | chop and walnut ketchup, with a glass of India ale?" Young Mr. Thomas being usually ready for anything in that way, returned a gracious answer, and followed on its heels. "Mr. Thomas," said Mrs. Sparsit, "these plain viands being on table, I thought you might be tempted." "Thank'ee, Mrs. Sparsit,"<|quote|>said the whel... | heard to bully the small fry of business all the morning. "Bitzer," said Mrs. Sparsit that afternoon, when her patron was gone on his journey, and the Bank was closing, "present my compliments to young Mr. Thomas, and ask him if he would step up and partake of a lamb chop and walnut ketchup, with a glass of India ale?"... | house, ma'am," said Bounderby, opening his eyes, "I should hope you want no other invitation." "No, indeed, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, "I should hope not. Say no more, sir. I would, sir, I could see you gay again." "What do you mean, ma'am?" blustered Bounderby. "Sir," rejoined Mrs. Sparsit, "there was wont to be an ... | of the world with a ring of satellites to help her. So the time went on; until it happened that Mr. Bounderby was called away from home by business which required his presence elsewhere, for three or four days. It was on a Friday that he intimated this to Mrs. Sparsit at the Bank, adding: "But you'll go down to-morrow,... | remarked to a nicety how and when it clouded, how and when it cleared; she kept her black eyes wide open, with no touch of pity, with no touch of compunction, all absorbed in interest. In the interest of seeing her, ever drawing, with no hand to stay her, nearer and nearer to the bottom of this new Giant's Staircase. W... | "let me beg you not to say that. Your absence will make a vast difference to me, sir, as I think you very well know." "Well, ma'am, then you must get on in my absence as well as you can," said Mr. Bounderby, not displeased. "Mr. Bounderby," retorted Mrs. Sparsit, "your will is to me a law, sir; otherwise, it might be m... | Hard Times |
"How is Mr. Harthouse, Mr. Tom?" | Mrs. Sparsit | whelp. And gloomily fell to.<|quote|>"How is Mr. Harthouse, Mr. Tom?"</|quote|>asked Mrs. Sparsit. "Oh, he's | "Thank'ee, Mrs. Sparsit," said the whelp. And gloomily fell to.<|quote|>"How is Mr. Harthouse, Mr. Tom?"</|quote|>asked Mrs. Sparsit. "Oh, he's all right," said Tom. "Where | of India ale?" Young Mr. Thomas being usually ready for anything in that way, returned a gracious answer, and followed on its heels. "Mr. Thomas," said Mrs. Sparsit, "these plain viands being on table, I thought you might be tempted." "Thank'ee, Mrs. Sparsit," said the whelp. And gloomily fell to.<|quote|>"How is Mr. H... | business all the morning. "Bitzer," said Mrs. Sparsit that afternoon, when her patron was gone on his journey, and the Bank was closing, "present my compliments to young Mr. Thomas, and ask him if he would step up and partake of a lamb chop and walnut ketchup, with a glass of India ale?" Young Mr. Thomas being usually ... | "I should hope you want no other invitation." "No, indeed, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, "I should hope not. Say no more, sir. I would, sir, I could see you gay again." "What do you mean, ma'am?" blustered Bounderby. "Sir," rejoined Mrs. Sparsit, "there was wont to be an elasticity in you which I sadly miss. Be buoyant,... | satellites to help her. So the time went on; until it happened that Mr. Bounderby was called away from home by business which required his presence elsewhere, for three or four days. It was on a Friday that he intimated this to Mrs. Sparsit at the Bank, adding: "But you'll go down to-morrow, ma'am, all the same. You'll... | it clouded, how and when it cleared; she kept her black eyes wide open, with no touch of pity, with no touch of compunction, all absorbed in interest. In the interest of seeing her, ever drawing, with no hand to stay her, nearer and nearer to the bottom of this new Giant's Staircase. With all her deference for Mr. Boun... | dividing Coketown from the country house, she yet maintained her cat-like observation of Louisa, through her husband, through her brother, through James Harthouse, through the outsides of letters and packets, through everything animate and inanimate that at any time went near the stairs. "Your foot on the last step, my... | Hard Times |
asked Mrs. Sparsit. | No speaker | is Mr. Harthouse, Mr. Tom?"<|quote|>asked Mrs. Sparsit.</|quote|>"Oh, he's all right," said | And gloomily fell to. "How is Mr. Harthouse, Mr. Tom?"<|quote|>asked Mrs. Sparsit.</|quote|>"Oh, he's all right," said Tom. "Where may he be | being usually ready for anything in that way, returned a gracious answer, and followed on its heels. "Mr. Thomas," said Mrs. Sparsit, "these plain viands being on table, I thought you might be tempted." "Thank'ee, Mrs. Sparsit," said the whelp. And gloomily fell to. "How is Mr. Harthouse, Mr. Tom?"<|quote|>asked Mrs. S... | Mrs. Sparsit that afternoon, when her patron was gone on his journey, and the Bank was closing, "present my compliments to young Mr. Thomas, and ask him if he would step up and partake of a lamb chop and walnut ketchup, with a glass of India ale?" Young Mr. Thomas being usually ready for anything in that way, returned ... | other invitation." "No, indeed, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, "I should hope not. Say no more, sir. I would, sir, I could see you gay again." "What do you mean, ma'am?" blustered Bounderby. "Sir," rejoined Mrs. Sparsit, "there was wont to be an elasticity in you which I sadly miss. Be buoyant, sir!" Mr. Bounderby, under... | time went on; until it happened that Mr. Bounderby was called away from home by business which required his presence elsewhere, for three or four days. It was on a Friday that he intimated this to Mrs. Sparsit at the Bank, adding: "But you'll go down to-morrow, ma'am, all the same. You'll go down just as if I was there... | cleared; she kept her black eyes wide open, with no touch of pity, with no touch of compunction, all absorbed in interest. In the interest of seeing her, ever drawing, with no hand to stay her, nearer and nearer to the bottom of this new Giant's Staircase. With all her deference for Mr. Bounderby as contradistinguished... | of letters and packets, through everything animate and inanimate that at any time went near the stairs. "Your foot on the last step, my lady," said Mrs. Sparsit, apostrophizing the descending figure, with the aid of her threatening mitten, "and all your art shall never blind me." Art or nature though, the original stoc... | Hard Times |
"Oh, he's all right," | Young Thomas | Mr. Tom?" asked Mrs. Sparsit.<|quote|>"Oh, he's all right,"</|quote|>said Tom. "Where may he | to. "How is Mr. Harthouse, Mr. Tom?" asked Mrs. Sparsit.<|quote|>"Oh, he's all right,"</|quote|>said Tom. "Where may he be at present?" Mrs. Sparsit | for anything in that way, returned a gracious answer, and followed on its heels. "Mr. Thomas," said Mrs. Sparsit, "these plain viands being on table, I thought you might be tempted." "Thank'ee, Mrs. Sparsit," said the whelp. And gloomily fell to. "How is Mr. Harthouse, Mr. Tom?" asked Mrs. Sparsit.<|quote|>"Oh, he's al... | afternoon, when her patron was gone on his journey, and the Bank was closing, "present my compliments to young Mr. Thomas, and ask him if he would step up and partake of a lamb chop and walnut ketchup, with a glass of India ale?" Young Mr. Thomas being usually ready for anything in that way, returned a gracious answer,... | indeed, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, "I should hope not. Say no more, sir. I would, sir, I could see you gay again." "What do you mean, ma'am?" blustered Bounderby. "Sir," rejoined Mrs. Sparsit, "there was wont to be an elasticity in you which I sadly miss. Be buoyant, sir!" Mr. Bounderby, under the influence of this d... | until it happened that Mr. Bounderby was called away from home by business which required his presence elsewhere, for three or four days. It was on a Friday that he intimated this to Mrs. Sparsit at the Bank, adding: "But you'll go down to-morrow, ma'am, all the same. You'll go down just as if I was there. It will make... | her black eyes wide open, with no touch of pity, with no touch of compunction, all absorbed in interest. In the interest of seeing her, ever drawing, with no hand to stay her, nearer and nearer to the bottom of this new Giant's Staircase. With all her deference for Mr. Bounderby as contradistinguished from his portrait... | beg you not to say that. Your absence will make a vast difference to me, sir, as I think you very well know." "Well, ma'am, then you must get on in my absence as well as you can," said Mr. Bounderby, not displeased. "Mr. Bounderby," retorted Mrs. Sparsit, "your will is to me a law, sir; otherwise, it might be my inclin... | Hard Times |
said Tom. | No speaker | Sparsit. "Oh, he's all right,"<|quote|>said Tom.</|quote|>"Where may he be at | Harthouse, Mr. Tom?" asked Mrs. Sparsit. "Oh, he's all right,"<|quote|>said Tom.</|quote|>"Where may he be at present?" Mrs. Sparsit asked in | way, returned a gracious answer, and followed on its heels. "Mr. Thomas," said Mrs. Sparsit, "these plain viands being on table, I thought you might be tempted." "Thank'ee, Mrs. Sparsit," said the whelp. And gloomily fell to. "How is Mr. Harthouse, Mr. Tom?" asked Mrs. Sparsit. "Oh, he's all right,"<|quote|>said Tom.</... | was gone on his journey, and the Bank was closing, "present my compliments to young Mr. Thomas, and ask him if he would step up and partake of a lamb chop and walnut ketchup, with a glass of India ale?" Young Mr. Thomas being usually ready for anything in that way, returned a gracious answer, and followed on its heels.... | Sparsit, "I should hope not. Say no more, sir. I would, sir, I could see you gay again." "What do you mean, ma'am?" blustered Bounderby. "Sir," rejoined Mrs. Sparsit, "there was wont to be an elasticity in you which I sadly miss. Be buoyant, sir!" Mr. Bounderby, under the influence of this difficult adjuration, backed ... | Mr. Bounderby was called away from home by business which required his presence elsewhere, for three or four days. It was on a Friday that he intimated this to Mrs. Sparsit at the Bank, adding: "But you'll go down to-morrow, ma'am, all the same. You'll go down just as if I was there. It will make no difference to you."... | open, with no touch of pity, with no touch of compunction, all absorbed in interest. In the interest of seeing her, ever drawing, with no hand to stay her, nearer and nearer to the bottom of this new Giant's Staircase. With all her deference for Mr. Bounderby as contradistinguished from his portrait, Mrs. Sparsit had n... | baffle, while it stimulated, one as sagacious as Mrs. Sparsit. There were times when Mr. James Harthouse was not sure of her. There were times when he could not read the face he had studied so long; and when this lonely girl was a greater mystery to him, than any woman of the world with a ring of satellites to help her... | Hard Times |
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