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Had I the heart to take him down! 'Come, Mr Chuffey, said Pecksniff. 'Come with me. Summon up your fortitude, Mr Chuffey. 'Yes, I will, returned the old clerk. 'Yes. I'll sum up my forty How many times forty Oh, Chuzzlewit and Son Your own son Mr Chuzzlewit; your own son, sir! He yielded to the hand that guided him, as he lapsed into this familiar expression, and submitted to be led away.
'Why did he die before his poor old crazy servant? said Chuffey, clasping his hands and looking up in anguish. 'Take him from me, and what remains? 'Mr Jonas, returned Pecksniff, 'Mr Jonas, my good friend. 'I loved him, cried the old man, weeping. 'He was good to me. We learnt Tare and Tret together at school. I took him down once, six boys in the arithmetic class. God forgive me!
'Oh, yes, said Jonas, plying his own knife and fork very fast. 'He eats when he's helped. But he don't care whether he waits a minute or an hour, as long as father's here; so when I'm at all sharp set, as I am to-day, I come to him after I've taken the edge off my own hunger, you know. Now, Chuffey, stupid, are you ready? Chuffey remained immovable.
'They've been carrying on this game, thought Jonas in a brown study, 'for the last two or three weeks. I never saw my father take so much notice of him as he has in that time. What! You're legacy hunting, are you, Mister Chuff? Eh? But Chuffey was as little conscious of the thought as of the bodily advance of Mr Jonas's clenched fist, which hovered fondly about his ear.
Mrs Gamp, who had said nothing yet; but had kept two-thirds of herself behind the door, ready for escape, and one-third in the room, ready for siding with the strongest party; came a little further in and remarked, with a sob, that Mr Chuffey was 'the sweetest old creetur goin'.
Me and Betsey Prig, sir, would undertake Mr Chuffey reasonable, said Mrs Gamp, looking at him with her head on one side, as if he had been a piece of goods, for which she was driving a bargain; 'and give every satigefaction. Betsey Prig has nussed a many lunacies, and well she knows their ways, which puttin' 'em right close afore the fire, when fractious, is the certainest and most compoging.
'Three score and ten, said Chuffey, 'ought and carry seven. Some men are so strong that they live to four score four times ought's an ought, four times two's an eight eighty. Oh! why why why didn't he live to four times ought's an ought, and four times two's an eight, eighty? 'Ah! what a wale of grief! cried Mrs Gamp, possessing herself of the bottle and glass.
'Chuffey, eh? said Jonas carelessly, seeing that she went up to the old, clerk, and looked at him. 'Ha! 'The creetur's head's so hot, said Mrs Gamp, 'that you might heat a flat-iron at it. And no wonder I am sure, considerin' the things he said! 'Said! cried Jonas. 'What did he say?
Stunned, as he had been at first by the intelligence conveyed to him through Tom Pinch and John Westlock, of the supposed manner of his brother's death; overwhelmed as he was by the subsequent narratives of Chuffey and Nadgett, and the forging of that chain of circumstances ending in the death of Jonas, of which catastrophe he was immediately informed; scattered as his purposes and hopes were for the moment, by the crowding in of all these incidents between him and his end; still their very intensity and the tumult of their assemblage nerved him to the rapid and unyielding execution of his scheme.
'Aye, aye! cried Chuffey in a soothing tone. 'Aye, aye, aye! Never mind him. It's hard to hear, but never mind him. He'll die one day. There are three hundred and sixty-five days in the year three hundred and sixty-six in leap year and he may die on any one of 'em.
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