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‘
My
dear
,
’
answered
Mr
Sparkler
;
‘
being
as
you
are
well
known
to
be
,
a
remarkably
fine
woman
with
no
—
’
‘
Oh
,
good
GRACIOUS
!
’
cried
Fanny
.
Mr
Sparkler
was
so
discomposed
by
the
energy
of
this
exclamation
,
accompanied
with
a
flouncing
up
from
the
sofa
and
a
flouncing
down
again
,
that
a
minute
or
two
elapsed
before
he
felt
himself
equal
to
saying
in
explanation
:
‘
I
mean
,
my
dear
,
that
everybody
knows
you
are
calculated
to
shine
in
society
.
’
‘
Calculated
to
shine
in
society
,
’
retorted
Fanny
with
great
irritability
;
‘
yes
,
indeed
!
And
then
what
happens
?
I
no
sooner
recover
,
in
a
visiting
point
of
view
,
the
shock
of
poor
dear
papa
’
s
death
,
and
my
poor
uncle
’
s
—
though
I
do
not
disguise
from
myself
that
the
last
was
a
happy
release
,
for
,
if
you
are
not
presentable
you
had
much
better
die
—
’
‘
You
are
not
referring
to
me
,
my
love
,
I
hope
?
’
Mr
Sparkler
humbly
interrupted
.
‘
Edmund
,
Edmund
,
you
would
wear
out
a
Saint
.
Am
I
not
expressly
speaking
of
my
poor
uncle
?
’
‘
You
looked
with
so
much
expression
at
myself
,
my
dear
girl
,
’
said
Mr
Sparkler
,
‘
that
I
felt
a
little
uncomfortable
.
Thank
you
,
my
love
.
’
‘
Now
you
have
put
me
out
,
’
observed
Fanny
with
a
resigned
toss
of
her
fan
,
‘
and
I
had
better
go
to
bed
.
’
