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terday eveningfor Mr Bounderby’s
addressI found an ancient lady therewho seems to entertain
great admiration for your sister” observed Mr James Harthouse
throwing away the last small remnant of the cigar he had now
smoked out.
“Mother Sparsit?” said Tom. “What [link widoczny dla zalogowanych]! you have seen her already
have you?”
His friend nodded. Tom took his cigar out of his mouthto shut
up his eye (which had grown rather unmanageable) with the
greater expressionand to tap his nose several times with his
finger.
“Mother Sparsit’s feeling for Loo is more than admirationI
should think” said Tom. “Say affection and devotion. Mother
Sparsit never set her cap at Bounderby when he was a bachelor.
Oh no [link widoczny dla zalogowanych]!”
These were the last words spoken by the whelpbefore a giddy
drowsiness came upon himfollowed by complete oblivion. He was
roused from the latter state by an uneasy dream of being stirred
up with a bootand also of a voice saying: “Comeit’s late. Be off [link widoczny dla zalogowanych]!”
“Well!” he saidscrambling from the sofa. “I must take my leave
of you though. I say. Yours is very good tobacco. But it’s too mild.”
“Yesit’s too mild” returned his entertainer.
“It’s―it’s ridiculously mild” said Tom. “Where’s the door?
Good nyilai:
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And
more a friend than e'er an enemy
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