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'And what's your news, Mrs Gamp? asked Mould again, as that lady wiped her lips upon her shawl, and nibbled a corner off a soft biscuit, which she appeared to carry in her pocket as a provision against contingent drams. 'How's Mr Chuffey? 'Mr Chuffey, sir, she replied, 'is jest as usual; he an't no better and he an't no worse.
He spoke to them in something of his own voice too, but sharpened and made hollow, like a dead man's face. What he would have said, God knows. He seemed to utter words, but they were such as man had never heard. And this was the most fearful circumstance of all, to see him standing there, gabbling in an unearthly tongue. 'He's better now, said Chuffey. 'Better now.
I thought we should find you here, Mrs Todgers! How do you do, Mrs Gamp? And how do you do, Mr Chuffey, though it's of no use asking you the question, I am well aware. Honouring each of these parties, as she severally addressed them, with an acid smile, Miss Charity presented 'Mr Moddle. 'I believe you have seen HIM before, she pleasantly observed. 'Augustus, my sweet child, bring me a chair.
Jonas was so dismayed and conscience-stricken, that he had not even hardihood enough to unclench the old man's hands with his own; but stood looking at him as well as he could in the darkness, without moving a finger. It was as much as he could do to ask him what he meant. 'I will know what you have done with her! retorted Chuffey. 'If you hurt a hair of her head, you shall answer it. Poor thing!
You heard, was Mr Pecksniff's answer. 'Ah! but he might say that to charge us more, in case of his getting well' said Jonas. 'You mustn't go away, Pecksniff. Now it's come to this, I wouldn't be without a witness for a thousand pound. Chuffey said not a word, and heard not a word.
And your own flesh and blood might come to want too, might they, for anything you cared? Oh you precious old flint! After this dutiful address he took his tea-cup in his hand for that meal was in progress, and the father and son and Chuffey were partakers of it.
'And now, my good sir, said Mr Pecksniff to Anthony; 'now that we are alone, pray tell me what I can do for you. I say alone, because I believe that our dear friend Mr Chuffey is, metaphysically speaking, a shall I say a dummy? asked Mr Pecksniff with his sweetest smile, and his head very much on one side. 'He neither hears us, replied Anthony, 'nor sees us.
With these words the worthy woman, who appeared to have dropped in to take tea as a delicate little attention, rather than to have any engagement on the premises in an official capacity, crossed to Mr Chuffey, who was seated in the same corner as of old, and shook him by the shoulder. 'Rouge yourself, and look up! Come! said Mrs Gamp. 'Here's company, Mr Chuffey.
'This is no place for you to remain in. Come with me. 'Just his old way! cried Chuffey, looking up into his face. 'I almost believe it's Mr Chuzzlewit alive again. Yes! Take me with you! Stay, though, stay. 'For what? asked old Martin. 'I can't leave her, poor thing! said Chuffey. 'She has been very good to me. I can't leave her, Mr Chuzzlewit. Thank you kindly. I'll remain here.
Anthony was better than these at any rate. Chuffey boggled over his plate so long, that Mr Jones, losing patience, took it from him at last with his own hands, and requested his father to signify to that venerable person that he had better 'peg away at his bread; which Anthony did.
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