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'
Thank
you
,
ma'am
,
'
returned
the
light
porter
.
He
was
a
very
light
porter
indeed
;
as
light
as
in
the
days
when
he
blinkingly
defined
a
horse
,
for
girl
number
twenty
.
'
All
is
shut
up
,
Bitzer
?
'
said
Mrs.
Sparsit
.
'
All
is
shut
up
,
ma'am
.
'
'
And
what
,
'
said
Mrs.
Sparsit
,
pouring
out
her
tea
,
'
is
the
news
of
the
day
?
Anything
?
'
'
Well
,
ma'am
,
I
ca
n't
say
that
I
have
heard
anything
particular
.
Our
people
are
a
bad
lot
,
ma'am
;
but
that
is
no
news
,
unfortunately
.
'
'
What
are
the
restless
wretches
doing
now
?
'
asked
Mrs.
Sparsit
.
'
Merely
going
on
in
the
old
way
,
ma'am
.
Uniting
,
and
leaguing
,
and
engaging
to
stand
by
one
another
.
'
'
It
is
much
to
be
regretted
,
'
said
Mrs.
Sparsit
,
making
her
nose
more
Roman
and
her
eyebrows
more
Coriolanian
in
the
strength
of
her
severity
,
'
that
the
united
masters
allow
of
any
such
class-combinations
.
'
'
Yes
,
ma'am
,
'
said
Bitzer
.
'
Being
united
themselves
,
they
ought
one
and
all
to
set
their
faces
against
employing
any
man
who
is
united
with
any
other
man
,
'
said
Mrs.
Sparsit
.
