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'
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
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
,
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
,
'
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
,
'
said
Tom
.
'
Where
may
he
be
at
present
?
'
Mrs.
Sparsit
asked
in
a
light
conversational
manner
,
after
mentally
devoting
the
whelp
to
the
Furies
for
being
so
uncommunicative
.
'
He
is
shooting
in
Yorkshire
,
'
said
Tom
.
'
Sent
Loo
a
basket
half
as
big
as
a
church
,
yesterday
.
'
'
The
kind
of
gentleman
,
now
,
'
said
Mrs.
Sparsit
,
sweetly
,
'
whom
one
might
wager
to
be
a
good
shot
!
'
