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'Mr Nadgett, said Montague, copying Jonas Chuzzlewit's address upon a piece of paper, from the card which was still lying on the table, 'any information about this name, I shall be glad to have myself. Don't you mind what it is. Any you can scrape together, bring me. Bring it to me, Mr Nadgett.
'Mr Wolf, said Montague, as soon as the doctor would allow him to introduce the two others, 'Mr Chuzzlewit. Mr Pip, Mr Chuzzlewit. Both gentlemen were exceedingly happy to have the honour of making Mr Chuzzlewit's acquaintance. The doctor drew Jonas a little apart, and whispered behind his hand: 'Men of the world, my dear sir men of the world. Hem!
'No, said Mr Pecksniff, keeping his hand in his waistcoat as though he were ready, on the shortest notice, to produce his heart for Martin Chuzzlewit's inspection, 'I came here to offer my services to a stranger. I make no offer of them to you, because I know you would distrust me if I did.
'Mr and Mrs Spottletoe, said Chevy Slyme, Esquire, speaking aloud for the first time, and speaking very sulkily; shambling with his legs the while. 'Spottletoe married my father's brother's child, didn't he? And Mrs Spottletoe is Chuzzlewit's own niece, isn't she? She was his favourite once. You may well ask what Spottletoes. 'Now upon my sacred word! cried Mr Pecksniff, looking upwards.
The valley gradually widens as you descend the stream, until, at the junction of the Three Forks, it stretches into a broad prairie, sufficient alone to supply all the mines with grain and vegetables. A few enterprising speculators once laid out a town here, with all the pomp and circumstance of Martin Chuzzlewit's Eden.
The impersonation, here, was conveyed in something better than the unsatisfactory hint by which that attempted in regard to Mr. Pecksniff was alone to be expressed. Speaking of Old Chuzzlewit's funeral, as ordered by his bereaved son, Mr. Jonas, with "no limitation, positively no limitation in point of expense," the undertaker observes to Mr.
The pause reminded him of other duties. 'Mr Martin Chuzzlewit's outside, he said. 'I left him under the cartshed, while I came on to see if there was anybody here. We want to keep quiet to-night, till we know the news from you, and what it's best for us to do. 'There's not a soul in the house, except the kitchen company, returned the hostess.
'He's newly married, and he brings his young wife home to-night, said the barber. 'So I'm going to fetch my lodger away Mr Chuzzlewit's, close behind the Post Office and carry her box for her. 'Jonas Chuzzlewit's? said Bailey. 'Ah! returned Paul: 'that's the name sure enough. Do you know him? 'Oh, no! cried Mr Bailey; 'not at all. And I don't know her! Not neither!
So through the narrow streets and winding city ways, went Anthony Chuzzlewit's funeral; Mr Jonas glancing stealthily out of the coach-window now and then, to observe its effect upon the crowd; Mr Mould as he walked along, listening with a sober pride to the exclamations of the bystanders; the doctor whispering his story to Mr Pecksniff, without appearing to come any nearer the end of it; and poor old Chuffey sobbing unregarded in a corner.
'You ain't been in the City, I suppose, sir, since we was all three there together, said Mrs Gamp, 'at Mr Chuzzlewit's? 'Yes, I have, Sairah. I was there last night. 'Last night! cried the barber. 'Yes, Poll, reether so. You can call it this morning, if you like to be particular. He dined with us. 'Who does that young Limb mean by "hus?" said Mrs Gamp, with most impatient emphasis.
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