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           Sparsit,inpointofhighconnexions,youareonalevelwiththearistocracy,didIsay,ordidInotsay,tothatfellow,“youcan’thidethetruthfromme:youarenotthekindoffellowIlike;you’llcometonogood”?’

           ‘Assuredly,sir,’returnedMrs.Sparsit,‘youdid,inahighlyimpressivemanner,givehimsuchanadmonition.’

           ‘Whenheshockedyou,ma’am,’saidBounderby;‘whenheshockedyourfeelings?’

           ‘Yes,sir,’returnedMrs.Sparsit,withameekshakeofherhead,‘hecertainlydidso.ThoughIdonotmeantosaybutthatmyfeelingsmaybeweakeronsuchpointsmorefoolishifthetermispreferredthantheymighthavebeen,ifIhadalwaysoccupiedmypresentposition.’

           Mr.BounderbystaredwithaburstingprideatMr.Harthouse,asmuchastosay,‘Iamtheproprietorofthisfemale,andshe’sworthyourattention,Ithink.’Then,resumedhisdiscourse.

           ‘Youcanrecallforyourself,Harthouse,whatIsaidtohimwhenyousawhim.Ididn’tmincethematterwithhim.Iamnevermealywith’em.IKNOW’em.Verywell,sir.Threedaysafterthat,hebolted.Wentoff,nobodyknowswhere:asmymotherdidinmyinfancyonlywiththisdifference,thatheisaworsesubjectthanmymother,ifpossible.Whatdidhedobeforehewent?Whatdoyousay;’Mr.

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