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'

The

nine

oils

,

sir

,

to

rub

father

with

.

'

'

Then

,

'

said

Mr.

Bounderby

,

with

a

loud

short

laugh

,

'

what

the

devil

do

you

rub

your

father

with

nine

oils

for

?

'

'

It

's

what

our

people

aways

use

,

sir

,

when

they

get

any

hurts

in

the

ring

,

'

replied

the

girl

,

looking

over

her

shoulder

,

to

assure

herself

that

her

pursuer

was

gone

.

'

They

bruise

themselves

very

bad

sometimes

.

'

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'

Serve

'em

right

,

'

said

Mr.

Bounderby

,

'

for

being

idle

'

She

glanced

up

at

his

face

,

with

mingled

astonishment

and

dread

.

'

By

George

!

'

said

Mr.

Bounderby

,

'

when

I

was

four

or

five

years

younger

than

you

,

I

had

worse

bruises

upon

me

than

ten

oils

,

twenty

oils

,

forty

oils

,

would

have

rubbed

off

.

I

did

n't

get

'em

by

posture-making

,

but

by

being

banged

about

.

There

was

no

rope-dancing

for

me

;

I

danced

on

the

bare

ground

and

was

larruped

with

the

rope

.

'

Mr.

Gradgrind

,

though

hard

enough

,

was

by

no

means

so

rough

a

man

as

Mr.

Bounderby

.

His

character

was

not

unkind

,

all

things

considered

;

it

might

have

been

a

very

kind

one

indeed

,

if

he

had

only

made

some

round

mistake

in

the

arithmetic

that

balanced

it

,

years

ago

.

He

said

,

in

what

he

meant

for

a

reassuring

tone

,

as

they

turned

down

a

narrow

road

,

'

And

this

is

Pod

's

End

;

is

it

,

Jupe

?

'

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'

This

is

it

,

sir

,

and

--

if

you

would

n't

mind

,

sir

--

this

is

the

house

.

'

She

stopped

,

at

twilight

,

at

the

door

of

a

mean

little

public-house

,

with

dim

red

lights

in

it

.

As

haggard

and

as

shabby

,

as

if

,

for

want

of

custom

,

it

had

itself

taken

to

drinking

,

and

had

gone

the

way

all

drunkards

go

,

and

was

very

near

the

end

of

it

.

'

It

's

only

crossing

the

bar

,

sir

,

and

up

the

stairs

,

if

you

would

n't

mind

,

and

waiting

there

for

a

moment

till

I

get

a

candle

.

If

you

should

hear

a

dog

,

sir

,

it

's

only

Merrylegs

,

and

he

only

barks

.

'

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