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'
Spends
a
deal
of
money
on
his
dress
,
ma'am
.
'
'
It
must
be
admitted
,
'
said
Mrs.
Sparsit
,
'
that
it
's
very
tasteful
.
'
'
Yes
,
ma'am
,
'
returned
Bitzer
,
'
if
that
's
worth
the
money
.
'
'
Besides
which
,
ma'am
,
'
resumed
Bitzer
,
while
he
was
polishing
the
table
,
'
he
looks
to
me
as
if
he
gamed
.
'
'
It
's
immoral
to
game
,
'
said
Mrs.
Sparsit
.
'
It
's
ridiculous
,
ma'am
,
'
said
Bitzer
,
'
because
the
chances
are
against
the
players
.
'
Whether
it
was
that
the
heat
prevented
Mrs.
Sparsit
from
working
,
or
whether
it
was
that
her
hand
was
out
,
she
did
no
work
that
night
.
She
sat
at
the
window
,
when
the
sun
began
to
sink
behind
the
smoke
;
she
sat
there
,
when
the
smoke
was
burning
red
,
when
the
colour
faded
from
it
,
when
darkness
seemed
to
rise
slowly
out
of
the
ground
,
and
creep
upward
,
upward
,
up
to
the
house-tops
,
up
the
church
steeple
,
up
to
the
summits
of
the
factory
chimneys
,
up
to
the
sky
.
Without
a
candle
in
the
room
,
Mrs.
Sparsit
sat
at
the
window
,
with
her
hands
before
her
,
not
thinking
much
of
the
sounds
of
evening
;
the
whooping
of
boys
,
the
barking
of
dogs
,
the
rumbling
of
wheels
,
the
steps
and
voices
of
passengers
,
the
shrill
street
cries
,
the
clogs
upon
the
pavement
when
it
was
their
hour
for
going
by
,
the
shutting-up
of
shop-shutters
.
Not
until
the
light
porter
announced
that
her
nocturnal
sweetbread
was
ready
,
did
Mrs.
Sparsit
arouse
herself
from
her
reverie
,
and
convey
her
dense
black
eyebrows
--
by
that
time
creased
with
meditation
,
as
if
they
needed
ironing
out-up-stairs
.
'
O
,
you
Fool
!
'
said
Mrs
Sparsit
,
when
she
was
alone
at
her
supper
.
Whom
she
meant
,
she
did
not
say
;
but
she
could
scarcely
have
meant
the
sweetbread
.
The
Gradgrind
party
wanted
assistance
in
cutting
the
throats
of
the
Graces
.
They
went
about
recruiting
;
and
where
could
they
enlist
recruits
more
hopefully
,
than
among
the
fine
gentlemen
who
,
having
found
out
everything
to
be
worth
nothing
,
were
equally
ready
for
anything
?
