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young ladies on their dismounting from a rapid act; but there was no rebound in Sissy, and she only stood before him crying. Good bye, my dear! said Sleary. Youll make your fortun, I hope, and none of our poor folkth will ever trouble you, Ill pound it. I with your father hadnt taken hith dog with him; ith a ill-conwenienth to have the dog out of the billth. But on thecond thoughth, he wouldnt have performed without hith mathter, tho ith ath broad ath ith long! With that he regarded her attentively with his fixed eye, surveyed his company with his loose one, kissed her, shook his head, and handed her to Mr Gradgrind as to a horse. There the ith, Thquire, he said, sweeping her with a professional glance as if she were being adjusted in her seat, and thell do you juthtithe. Good bye, Thethilia! Good bye, Cecilia! Good bye, Sissy! God bless you, dear! In a variety of voices from all the room. But the riding-master eye had observed the bottle of the nine oils in her bosom, and he now interposed with Leave the bottle, my dear; ith large to carry; it will be of no uthe to you now. Give it to me! No, no! she said, in another burst of tears. Oh, no! Pray let me keep it for father till he comes back! He will want it when he comes back. He had never thought of going away, when he sent me for it. I must keep it for him, if you please! Tho be it, my dear. (You thee how it ith, Thquire!) Farewell, Thethilia! My latht wordth to you ith thith, Thtick to the termth of your engagement, be obedient to the Thquire, and forget uth. But if, when youre grown up and married and well off, you come upon any horthe-riding ever, dont be hard upon it, dont be croth with it, give it a Bethpeak if you can, and think you might do wurth. People mutht be amuthed, Thquire, thomehow, continued Sleary, rendered more pursy than ever, by so much talking; they cant be alwayth a working, nor yet they cant be alwayth a learning. Make the betht of uth; not the wurtht. Ive got my living out of the horthe-riding all my life, I know; but I conthider that I lay down the philothophy of the thubject when I thay to you, Thquire, make the betht of uth: not the wurtht! The Sleary philosophy was propounded as they went downstairs; and the fixed eye of Philosophy and its rolling eye, too soon lost the three figures and the basket in the darkness of the street. |
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