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‘
Don
’
t
do
that
,
my
love
,
’
urged
Mr
Sparkler
.
‘
Take
time
.
’
Fanny
took
a
good
deal
of
time
:
lying
back
with
her
eyes
shut
,
and
her
eyebrows
raised
with
a
hopeless
expression
as
if
she
had
utterly
given
up
all
terrestrial
affairs
.
At
length
,
without
the
slightest
notice
,
she
opened
her
eyes
again
,
and
recommenced
in
a
short
,
sharp
manner
:
‘
What
happens
then
,
I
ask
!
What
happens
?
Why
,
I
find
myself
at
the
very
period
when
I
might
shine
most
in
society
,
and
should
most
like
for
very
momentous
reasons
to
shine
in
society
—
I
find
myself
in
a
situation
which
to
a
certain
extent
disqualifies
me
for
going
into
society
.
It
’
s
too
bad
,
really
!
’
‘
My
dear
,
’
said
Mr
Sparkler
.
‘
I
don
’
t
think
it
need
keep
you
at
home
.
’
‘
Edmund
,
you
ridiculous
creature
,
’
returned
Fanny
,
with
great
indignation
;
‘
do
you
suppose
that
a
woman
in
the
bloom
of
youth
and
not
wholly
devoid
of
personal
attractions
,
can
put
herself
,
at
such
a
time
,
in
competition
as
to
figure
with
a
woman
in
every
other
way
her
inferior
?
If
you
do
suppose
such
a
thing
,
your
folly
is
boundless
.
’
Mr
Sparkler
submitted
that
he
had
thought
‘
it
might
be
got
over
.
’
‘
Got
over
!
’
repeated
Fanny
,
with
immeasurable
scorn
.
‘
For
a
time
,
’
Mr
Sparkler
submitted
.
Honouring
the
last
feeble
suggestion
with
no
notice
,
Mrs
Sparkler
declared
with
bitterness
that
it
really
was
too
bad
,
and
that
positively
it
was
enough
to
make
one
wish
one
was
dead
!
