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           Itwasgenerallyconsidered,indeed,thatshehadbeenduesometime,andoughttohavefallenlongago;butshehadkeptherlife,andhersituation,withanill-conditionedtenacitythatoccasionedmuchoffenceanddisappointment.

           Mrs.Sparsit’steawasjustsetforheronapertlittletable,withitstripodoflegsinanattitude,whichsheinsinuatedafteroffice-hours,intothecompanyofthestern,leathern-topped,longboard-tablethatbestrodethemiddleoftheroom.Thelightporterplacedthetea-trayonit,knucklinghisforeheadasaformofhomage.

           ‘Thankyou,Bitzer,’saidMrs.Sparsit.

           ‘Thankyou,ma’am,’returnedthelightporter.Hewasaverylightporterindeed;aslightasinthedayswhenheblinkinglydefinedahorse,forgirlnumbertwenty.

           ‘Allisshutup,Bitzer?’saidMrs.Sparsit.

           ‘Allisshutup,ma’am.’

           ‘Andwhat,’saidMrs.Sparsit,pouringouthertea,‘isthenewsoftheday?Anything?’

           ‘Well,ma’am,Ican’tsaythatIhaveheardanythingparticular.Ourpeopleareabadlot,ma’am;butthatisnonews,unfortunately.’

           ‘Whataretherestlesswretchesdoingnow?’askedMrs.Sparsit.

           ‘Merelygoingonintheoldway,ma’am.Uniting,andleaguing,andengagingtostandbyoneanother.’

           ‘Itismuchtoberegretted,’saidMrs.Sparsit,makinghernosemoreRomanandhereyebrowsmoreCoriolanianinthestrengthofherseverity,‘thattheunitedmastersallowofanysuchclass-combinations.’

           ‘Yes,ma’am,’saidBitzer.

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