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'
He
frightened
me
so
,
'
said
the
girl
,
'
with
his
cruel
faces
!
'
'
Oh
!
'
cried
Bitzer
.
'
Oh
!
A
n't
you
one
of
the
rest
!
A
n't
you
a
horse-rider
!
I
never
looked
at
her
,
sir
.
I
asked
her
if
she
would
know
how
to
define
a
horse
to-morrow
,
and
offered
to
tell
her
again
,
and
she
ran
away
,
and
I
ran
after
her
,
sir
,
that
she
might
know
how
to
answer
when
she
was
asked
.
You
would
n't
have
thought
of
saying
such
mischief
if
you
had
n't
been
a
horse-rider
?
'
'
Her
calling
seems
to
be
pretty
well
known
among
'em
,
'
observed
Mr.
Bounderby
.
'
You
'd
have
had
the
whole
school
peeping
in
a
row
,
in
a
week
.
'
'
Truly
,
I
think
so
,
'
returned
his
friend
.
'
Bitzer
,
turn
you
about
and
take
yourself
home
.
Jupe
,
stay
here
a
moment
.
Let
me
hear
of
your
running
in
this
manner
any
more
,
boy
,
and
you
will
hear
of
me
through
the
master
of
the
school
.
You
understand
what
I
mean
.
Go
along
.
'
The
boy
stopped
in
his
rapid
blinking
,
knuckled
his
forehead
again
,
glanced
at
Sissy
,
turned
about
,
and
retreated
.
'
Now
,
girl
,
'
said
Mr.
Gradgrind
,
'
take
this
gentleman
and
me
to
your
father
's
;
we
are
going
there
.
What
have
you
got
in
that
bottle
you
are
carrying
?
'
'
Gin
,
'
said
Mr.
Bounderby
.
'
Dear
,
no
,
sir
!
It
's
the
nine
oils
.
'
'
The
what
?
'
cried
Mr.
Bounderby
.
