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He
rang
the
bell
.
'
Send
my
fellow
here
.
'
'
Gone
to
bed
,
sir
.
'
'
Tell
him
to
get
up
,
and
pack
up
.
'
He
wrote
two
more
notes
.
One
,
to
Mr.
Bounderby
,
announcing
his
retirement
from
that
part
of
the
country
,
and
showing
where
he
would
be
found
for
the
next
fortnight
.
The
other
,
similar
in
effect
,
to
Mr.
Gradgrind
.
Almost
as
soon
as
the
ink
was
dry
upon
their
superscriptions
,
he
had
left
the
tall
chimneys
of
Coketown
behind
,
and
was
in
a
railway
carriage
,
tearing
and
glaring
over
the
dark
landscape
.
The
moral
sort
of
fellows
might
suppose
that
Mr
James
Harthouse
derived
some
comfortable
reflections
afterwards
,
from
this
prompt
retreat
,
as
one
of
his
few
actions
that
made
any
amends
for
anything
,
and
as
a
token
to
himself
that
he
had
escaped
the
climax
of
a
very
bad
business
.
But
it
was
not
so
,
at
all
.
A
secret
sense
of
having
failed
and
been
ridiculous
--
a
dread
of
what
other
fellows
who
went
in
for
similar
sorts
of
things
,
would
say
at
his
expense
if
they
knew
it
--
so
oppressed
him
,
that
what
was
about
the
very
best
passage
in
his
life
was
the
one
of
all
others
he
would
not
have
owned
to
on
any
account
,
and
the
only
one
that
made
him
ashamed
of
himself
.
The
indefatigable
Mrs.
Sparsit
,
with
a
violent
cold
upon
her
,
her
voice
reduced
to
a
whisper
,
and
her
stately
frame
so
racked
by
continual
sneezes
that
it
seemed
in
danger
of
dismemberment
,
gave
chase
to
her
patron
until
she
found
him
in
the
metropolis
;
and
there
,
majestically
sweeping
in
upon
him
at
his
hotel
in
St.
James
's
Street
,
exploded
the
combustibles
with
which
she
was
charged
,
and
blew
up
.
Having
executed
her
mission
with
infinite
relish
,
this
high-minded
woman
then
fainted
away
on
Mr.
Bounderby
's
coat-collar
.
Mr.
Bounderby
's
first
procedure
was
to
shake
Mrs.
Sparsit
off
,
and
leave
her
to
progress
as
she
might
through
various
stages
of
suffering
on
the
floor
.
He
next
had
recourse
to
the
administration
of
potent
restoratives
,
such
as
screwing
the
patient
's
thumbs
,
smiting
her
hands
,
abundantly
watering
her
face
,
and
inserting
salt
in
her
mouth
.
When
these
attentions
had
recovered
her
(
which
they
speedily
did
)
,
he
hustled
her
into
a
fast
train
without
offering
any
other
refreshment
,
and
carried
her
back
to
Coketown
more
dead
than
alive
.
Regarded
as
a
classical
ruin
,
Mrs.
Sparsit
was
an
interesting
spectacle
on
her
arrival
at
her
journey
's
end
;
but
considered
in
any
other
light
,
the
amount
of
damage
she
had
by
that
time
sustained
was
excessive
,
and
impaired
her
claims
to
admiration
.
Utterly
heedless
of
the
wear
and
tear
of
her
clothes
and
constitution
,
and
adamant
to
her
pathetic
sneezes
,
Mr.
Bounderby
immediately
crammed
her
into
a
coach
,
and
bore
her
off
to
Stone
Lodge
.
