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nothing; It’s only ‘a seasoning; "and we,must.rall be
seasoned,-one we or another. . That's‘religion,‘ that
is, you know,",saidYMarl:. . . V rut, ;, ’ .
He only sighedand shook his head. r 2 1-
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‘,‘,Wait half :1. rninutej’. said Mark cl1eerily,“i.tilli .
up to one of our neighbours and ‘ask what’s best to be .
took, and borrow a little. of . itto give you; and to-mor-
row you'll find yourself as strong as ever again. I: I ,Won’t
be gone a minute- Don't give-in, while I'm away,
wlxateveryou dol’.’.. uni.‘ . . , ., , V,,f....“ ‘. I,
Throwing, down his hatchet, he sped away immedi-
‘ately, but stopped when. he had got arlittledistance,
and looked back then hurried on again.'.; 1'. - 1 uh: : i . .:
‘.‘Now, Mr. Tapley," said Mark, givinghlmself a tre-
mendous blow in the chest:by way of reviver; .‘.‘ just you
attend to what I've ot to say. . Things is looking about
as bad as they can Iook, young man.. .vYou’ll not‘ have
such anotheropportunity ifonsliowingryonr jolly:dis-
position, my tinefellow, as long as you live. 2 And there-
ggre, 1‘ppley, Now’s you): time .to come out strong ;;or
ever. ”.. . . . . . .
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.5 .. : ,. ..-. .CHAPTER XXIV.’---I. -: x ,. ..‘
’ -r V '. ’..u‘,‘l‘ .; 3 -,, -."y.;v:,-Wit‘, ..v SW.’
I-'fP01'l.t Pmgresr in certain homely Mailers ,qf;Love, Hatred, ,
, . ealmtsy, and Iierezzge, - .
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J.‘ HALLO, Peelrsnilf i’.’. cried Mr. Jonas from the parlour.
"Isn't somebody going to open that precious old door of
yourg‘2X"’ ‘V 1,, ,, 1.‘ ., L,, .
-fflmmediately, Mr. Jonas. - Immediately. ’.’. -.; .
“.Ecod,’.’. muttered the orphan, “, not before it’s time
.neither., VVhoever it is," hasdrnocked, three ;times, and i
.98f!h oneloud enough to;,wake.tl1,ev”.h6:lmd S1161! 1!
repugnance to the idealof waking.thevDead, that he
Sigpped even,then,witl1 the words upon his tongue, and
-5313. instead,.ffthe Seven,Sleepers.”;' .. ' E . .
.',‘Iznmediately, Mr." Jonas; immediatelyj’; repeated;
‘P‘ECl<SniiI. = " Thomas Pinch ”-,-he,couldn’t,mn.ke.up his.
mmd. in his great agitation, whet11er.to',call Tom his
dear friend or a villain, so he shook his fist at him pro
‘em-“ go up to my daughters’ room, and tell them who
is here. ,Say, Silence. " Silence! Do you hear me, sir‘2".,
‘.:‘ Directly, sir I" cried Tom, departing,:in <a:Stai8 0f I
much amazement,‘on his errand. = '. , m; A . ' .
“,:You'll-ha. ha ha l4vou’ll excuse me,.Mr.vJonas, if
I‘clos.e this door a moment, will ou?..’.’. said Pecksnitt;
.. This may be a'professional.,cal .' Indeed I am pretty
sure it is. Tliank vou.".:.Tl1en liIr.'.<PecksniiI,vgently,
.um,1'bli!ig a rustic stave, put on his garden:lmt,vseized n.
Slmde, and opened the street door: icalmlyappearing on
"-1? threshold, as if liotlrought has had,‘.from :his wines
WW1. heard amodest rap,,but.Was not quite certain. : z i
eeing a- gentleman and lady before; him, heistarted - ,
back in as much confusion as a’ good man- with 8- <3l’)'5t1‘1
Conscience might betrayin mere surprise.‘ ‘ Recognition
“me upon himthc next moment, and he cried : V: 2:1
. “.3Ir..Chuzzlewit 1- Can Lbelievo myeyes 1 .-Myddear
Sir; my good sir 1 A joyful-hour ; “a happy hour’indeed-
‘PW’ ID)‘ dear sir, walk in. You find me in my garden-
dress. You will excuse’ it, I know.’ ; It is an; ancient
’l""S“lt. g'ardening..VPrimitive,.my dear sir; for, iflam
110tmistaken,.'Adam was ztIl0 first ,of. ounicalling. ulfzl
‘:0.’ I.grieve,to say, is ino;,more,i sir ; -ubut’f-rhere he
Polnted to his spade, and shook his head, as if he were
-1l0t'cheerful,without aneffort-4“but I110 311103 V” 0f
- dam still.” , . A . . I
H0 had-by this, time got - them 5 into,-$116:13eSt"PR1'10l1Y‘,
Where the portrait by Spiller,‘ and the bust -by.Sp0k6!'.
“'ere.", V . , ,, - .
, “ My <lau,r';hters' ” said,Mr. Pecksniff, V“ will be over-
i0.V 811. If I could ieel weary. upon such a theme,ISl10“m,
m
‘ “We been worn out long ago, my dear sir; bytlieir con.
stant anticipation, of this happiness, and ,their:repeate(I
“n“3i0D3.to our ‘meeting at Mrs. Todgers’S'. ' T118il‘=f‘1i"
Y“ll3lg friend, too,” saidlilr. Pecksniff,Wi10T!1 they 50
desire to know andlove-indeed toknow her. l3-'t0‘10‘'‘’
"1 MP6 I see her, well; 5 I hope in saying.':‘ Welwmc V’
my humble room’ I iindgsome echo, in her ‘own senti-’
merits. . If features are an index to the heart, I have no
fears of that.-.An extremely engaging expression of coun-
'"’“"‘"-Ce. Mr. Chuzzlewit, rnydear sir--very milch 50 V" I
Von. I.-67
10.57
7 4f.‘ Mary]? said the old man, ‘.5 Mr. Peclrsniff Hatters you.
But ilattery-from himpis,-worth’ therhaving. M He is not a ;-
b.II'.m?'’l:)>': 1; ' '
dealerin it, and it comes-from his heart.‘ ,We thought‘
.“Pinch,:’y’.,said w I ‘A i i V‘
,
-i-“He; did=arrive before, you, myudear sir,” retorted
Pecksniff, raising his voice‘-for the edificationfof Tom
upon thestairs, ‘,‘ and'was about, I dare say, to . tell-me ‘
of<your.,coming,;when I begged hirnlfirst to knock at my ,
dau liters’ chamber,,and inquire after Charity, my dear
chil ,;who is not sowell as I could wish. 5N0,” said Mr.
Pecksniif,‘ answering their looks, ,“ I am sorry to say she
is. not; Itzis merely.anr.hysterica1zaffection; nothing
more., I am -not-uneasy. mliIr.: Pinchl'Tl1omasl7’.ex<
claimed PecksnifI,.in his kindest accents. ,“Prny come
in. I shall make no stranger of you. Thomas isla friend
of ,mine of; ratheralong, standing, Mr. Chuzzlewit, you V
mustknow." . . , . . - g : ; -A
g‘.‘Thank‘ you,tsir,.” said Tom. .“Yon introduee,me‘
very kindly, and speak of me. inj terms of which I am
’ very proud.”
. “ Old Thomas 1". cried . his ,master, ’pxea.nt:y, God
. blessyou,-I7’-1 . - 5,21,--.. , . v.-, s
‘ Tom reported that the young ladies would a pearedi: '
rectl y, and that the best refreshments which 1 re house
afforded were even then in preparation,.under their joint ’
superintendence. .-.VVhile he-was speaking‘ :1; 23 $113 s
1 n > an" i
looked at him intently, thou h with less
was common to him‘: nor di the mutual embarrassment
of Tom and the young lady, to iwhatever cause he attrib-
uted it, seem to escape his observation. - ' ' "
him aside towards.the': window,-.“ Iwas much shocked on
hearing of my brother’s death. “'9 had been strangers
for many years. My only comfort is, that he must have‘
lived thehappier undvbetter man for having associated I
Peace ,to his memory]:
no hopes or schemes with me. .
iiVe; were' playfellows once ;.-and it; would have been
better-for. us both if we had died then.” . V t . - 7 5
Finding him in this gentle mood, Mr. Peclrsniff began
to 'see‘another way outof his difliculties, besides the-
casting overboard of Jonas“ 2.
excuse my. doubting. ,But that Mr. Anthony, in the
evening of this life, was happy:in the affection of his ex-r ‘
cellentson-a pattern,’ my dear sit.-,.a pattern to all sons‘
-andyin the. carevofv a. distant relation, who, however‘
lowly in his means of serving him, had no bounds to his-
inclinntion; Ican inform .you.’-’- > v . ,
, ".'IIow’s this?” said the old man. “You are not a
legatee?-"H - . I
‘ 5‘. You don’t,”. saidiMr.:Peclrsnil‘r', with a melancholy‘
pressure of his hand, “quite understand my nature yet,
I find.’ No,‘ sir, I um,not alegatee. ' I am proud to say’
I am nota legatee. I am proud to say that neither of"
my children is a legatee. vi And yet,‘ sir, -I was with him ‘
at his owzrrequest. IIe understood me somewhat better, '
sir.,i Ilenwrote and said, .‘I am sick." .1 ;am‘sinking.
Come to me 1’ I went to him.. I sat beside his bed, sir, -
andl stood beside" his grave.‘ Yes, at the risk of offend-
ingeven you, I did it, six-.';v Though the avowal’ should
lead to:our instant separation; and to-the severing of
those tender ties between us which Iravetrecently been
-formed, I make it, But I nmtnot a lcgatee.’’,said,Mr,
‘ Peclisniff. smiling dispassionately; "andrl uever,ex>
ems son,“ pagtgm Vhcried . ld Martin.‘ “How can
y0u.te11-ma than 'ItIy brother had-in his wealtlrthe
usual doom of wealth, and root of. misery. ‘He ‘carried
his corrupting influence with him. f0 Where I13 Would :
and shed it-round him, even on his icarth. It ‘made of
hi3‘o.W,, chi]d.a greedy expectant, who measured every
day andhour thelessening distance between his father
and the grave, and cursed IIIS- tardy progress on that
disrnnl.road. -. w ‘ " ‘ 9'. “ -
.c-N0 1” cried ltIr.Pecksrrit‘E boldly. " Not at an, SH‘ 1"
"‘But I saw that‘ shadow in-his'house,”, said Martin
Chuzzlewit,=“.tl1e last time we -met, and warned him of
its presence. I know it when I see it, do I not ‘Z I, who
pected tobe at legatee.: -I knevsjbetter l'’- ‘‘
have lived within it allvthese years 1” . ‘
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‘.‘ Mr. Pinch would have arriredibeforeiiisw. I’eclrsniif.” I
f‘PecksnifE,” he said aftera pause, rising and;
..“That any man, mygdear sir,”couldi.p'ossibly- be the‘
‘ happier for not knowing you,”. he returned, “you will
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