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'Mr Chuffey is a-lyin' down, said Mrs Gamp, returning, 'and much good may it do him, Mr Chuzzlewit, which harm it can't and good it may; be joyful! 'Sit down, said Jonas, hoarsely, 'and let us get this business done. Where is the other woman? 'The other person's with him now, she answered. 'That's right, said Jonas. 'He is not fit to be left to himself.
'How can that be, said his old master's brother, 'after what you have heard? Besides, you said just now, above-stairs, when I told you of the accusation against him, that you knew he was his father's murderer. 'Aye, yes! and so he was! cried Chuffey, wildly. 'But not as you suppose not as you suppose. Stay! Give me a moment's time. I have it all here all here!
'Yes, yes, Chuffey, Jonas is a chip of the old block. It is a very old block, now, Chuffey, said the old man, with a strange look of discomposure. 'Precious old, assented Jonas 'No, no, no, said Chuffey. 'No, Mr Chuzzlewit. Not old at all, sir. 'Oh! He's worse than ever, you know! cried Jonas, quite disgusted. 'Upon my soul, father, he's getting too bad. Hold your tongue, will you?
And she saw it still more clearly, when, politely but firmly correcting that lady by the distinct enunciation of the word 'Chuffey, Mrs Prig received the correction with a diabolical laugh.
'Why, highty tighty, sir! cried Mrs Gamp, 'is these your manners? You want a pitcher of cold water throw'd over you to bring you round; that's my belief, and if you was under Betsey Prig you'd have it, too, I do assure you, Mr Chuffey.
'Chosen to help you with Mr Chuffey! 'Chose once, but chose no more, cried Mrs Gamp. 'No pardnership with Betsey Prig agen, sir! 'No, no, said John. 'That would never do. 'I don't know as it ever would have done, sir, Mrs Gamp replied, with a solemnity peculiar to a certain stage of intoxication.
Mrs Gamp was so warm now, that she threw off the watchman's coat, and fanned herself. 'It seemed to make the wery bottles ring, she said. 'What could I have been a-dreaming of? That dratted Chuffey, I'll be bound. The supposition was probable enough. At any rate, a pinch of snuff, and the song of the steaming kettle, quite restored the tone of Mrs Gamp's nerves, which were none of the weakest.
Why, that uncle of mine is childish; he's even a greater child than his brother, my father, was, in his old age; or than Chuffey is. Hallo, there! Open the door! Turn these strangers out! 'I tell you what, cried Mr Tapley, coming forward, 'if it wasn't for your name, I'd drag you through the streets of my own accord, and single-handed I would! Ah, I would! Don't try and look bold at me.
We may congratulate ourselves upon our good fortune. But seeing by this time that Mr Jonas and Chuffey were going out at the door, he put a white pocket-handkerchief to his face as if a violent burst of grief had suddenly come upon him, and walked down side by side with Mr Pecksniff. Mr Mould and his men had not exaggerated the grandeur of the arrangements. They were splendid.
Poor thing! Where is she? 'Why, you old madman! said Jonas, in a low voice, and with trembling lips. 'What Bedlam fit has come upon you now? 'It is enough to make me mad, seeing what I have seen in this house! cried Chuffey. 'Where is my dear old master! Where is his only son that I have nursed upon my knee, a child!
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