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about\s-\and the best thing you can do is, to come out of that. Now you know; here his countenance expressed marvellous acuteness; I can see as far into a grindstone as another man; farther than a good many, perhaps, because I had my nose well kept to it when I was young. I see traces of the turtle soup, and venison, and gold spoon in this. Yes, I do! cried Mr Bounderby, shaking his head with obstinate cunning. By the Lord Harry, I do! With a very different shake of the head and deep sigh, Stephen said, Thank you, sir, I wish you good day. So he left Mr Bounderby swelling at his own portrait on the wall, as if he were going to explode himself into it; and Mrs Sparsit still ambling on with her foot in her stirrup, looking quite cast down by the popular vices. |
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