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Kissing
her
again
,
he
turned
round
,
drew
the
coverlet
over
his
head
,
and
lay
as
still
as
if
that
time
had
come
by
which
she
had
adjured
him
.
She
stood
for
some
time
at
the
bedside
before
she
slowly
moved
away
.
She
stopped
at
the
door
,
looked
back
when
she
had
opened
it
,
and
asked
him
if
he
had
called
her
?
But
he
lay
still
,
and
she
softly
closed
the
door
and
returned
to
her
room
Then
the
wretched
boy
looked
cautiously
up
and
found
her
gone
,
crept
out
of
bed
,
fastened
his
door
,
and
threw
himself
upon
his
pillow
again
:
tearing
his
hair
,
morosely
crying
,
grudgingly
loving
her
,
hatefully
but
impenitently
spurning
himself
,
and
no
less
hatefully
and
unprofitably
spurning
all
the
good
in
the
world
.
Mrs.
Sparsit
,
lying
by
to
recover
the
tone
of
her
nerves
in
Mr.
Bounderby
's
retreat
,
kept
such
a
sharp
look-out
,
night
and
day
,
under
her
Coriolanian
eyebrows
,
that
her
eyes
,
like
a
couple
of
lighthouses
on
an
iron-bound
coast
,
might
have
warned
all
prudent
mariners
from
that
bold
rock
her
Roman
nose
and
the
dark
and
craggy
region
in
its
neighbourhood
,
but
for
the
placidity
of
her
manner
.
Although
it
was
hard
to
believe
that
her
retiring
for
the
night
could
be
anything
but
a
form
,
so
severely
wide
awake
were
those
classical
eyes
of
hers
,
and
so
impossible
did
it
seem
that
her
rigid
nose
could
yield
to
any
relaxing
influence
,
yet
her
manner
of
sitting
,
smoothing
her
uncomfortable
,
not
to
say
,
gritty
mittens
(
they
were
constructed
of
a
cool
fabric
like
a
meat-safe
)
,
or
of
ambling
to
unknown
places
of
destination
with
her
foot
in
her
cotton
stirrup
,
was
so
perfectly
serene
,
that
most
observers
would
have
been
constrained
to
suppose
her
a
dove
,
embodied
by
some
freak
of
nature
,
in
the
earthly
tabernacle
of
a
bird
of
the
hook-beaked
order
.
She
was
a
most
wonderful
woman
for
prowling
about
the
house
.
How
she
got
from
story
to
story
was
a
mystery
beyond
solution
.
A
lady
so
decorous
in
herself
,
and
so
highly
connected
,
was
not
to
be
suspected
of
dropping
over
the
banisters
or
sliding
down
them
,
yet
her
extraordinary
facility
of
locomotion
suggested
the
wild
idea
.
Another
noticeable
circumstance
in
Mrs.
Sparsit
was
,
that
she
was
never
hurried
.
She
would
shoot
with
consummate
velocity
from
the
roof
to
the
hall
,
yet
would
be
in
full
possession
of
her
breath
and
dignity
on
the
moment
of
her
arrival
there
.
Neither
was
she
ever
seen
by
human
vision
to
go
at
a
great
pace
.
She
took
very
kindly
to
Mr.
Harthouse
,
and
had
some
pleasant
conversation
with
him
soon
after
her
arrival
.
She
made
him
her
stately
curtsey
in
the
garden
,
one
morning
before
breakfast
.
'
It
appears
but
yesterday
,
sir
,
'
said
Mrs.
Sparsit
,
'
that
I
had
the
honour
of
receiving
you
at
the
Bank
,
when
you
were
so
good
as
to
wish
to
be
made
acquainted
with
Mr.
Bounderby
's
address
.
'
'
An
occasion
,
I
am
sure
,
not
to
be
forgotten
by
myself
in
the
course
of
Ages
,
'
said
Mr.
Harthouse
,
inclining
his
head
to
Mrs.
Sparsit
with
the
most
indolent
of
all
possible
airs
.
'
We
live
in
a
singular
world
,
sir
,
'
said
Mrs.
Sparsit
.
'
I
have
had
the
honour
,
by
a
coincidence
of
which
I
am
proud
,
to
have
made
a
remark
,
similar
in
effect
,
though
not
so
epigrammatically
expressed
.
'
