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'
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
only
a
she-wolf
for
a
grandmother
.
She
did
n'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
had
n'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
do
n'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
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
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
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
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
?
'
