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‘
You
make
my
head
ache
by
remaining
in
that
position
,
Edmund
,
’
said
Mrs
Sparkler
,
raising
her
eyes
to
him
after
another
minute
;
‘
you
look
so
aggravatingly
large
by
this
light
.
Do
sit
down
.
’
‘
Certainly
,
my
dear
,
’
said
Mr
Sparkler
,
and
took
a
chair
on
the
same
spot
.
‘
If
I
didn
’
t
know
that
the
longest
day
was
past
,
’
said
Fanny
,
yawning
in
a
dreary
manner
,
‘
I
should
have
felt
certain
this
was
the
longest
day
.
I
never
did
experience
such
a
day
.
’
‘
Is
that
your
fan
,
my
love
?
’
asked
Mr
Sparkler
,
picking
up
one
and
presenting
it
.
‘
Edmund
,
’
returned
his
wife
,
more
wearily
yet
,
‘
don
’
t
ask
weak
questions
,
I
entreat
you
not
.
Whose
can
it
be
but
mine
?
’
‘
Yes
,
I
thought
it
was
yours
,
’
said
Mr
Sparkler
.
‘
Then
you
shouldn
’
t
ask
,
’
retorted
Fanny
.
After
a
little
while
she
turned
on
her
sofa
and
exclaimed
,
‘
Dear
me
,
dear
me
,
there
never
was
such
a
long
day
as
this
!
’
After
another
little
while
,
she
got
up
slowly
,
walked
about
,
and
came
back
again
.
‘
My
dear
,
’
said
Mr
Sparkler
,
flashing
with
an
original
conception
,
‘
I
think
you
must
have
got
the
fidgets
.
’
‘
Oh
,
Fidgets
!
’
repeated
Mrs
Sparkler
.
‘
Don
’
t
.
’
