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I have thought about it ever since; I couldn't help that; and sometimes I have had it all before me in a dream; but in the day-time, not in sleep. Is there such a kind of dream? said Chuffey, looking anxiously in old Martin's face. As Martin made him an encouraging reply, he listened attentively to his voice, and smiled. 'Ah, aye! he cried. 'He often spoke to me like that.
And if there had been anybody there, who cared to think about it, some dregs of a better nature unawakened, might perhaps have been descried through that very medium, melancholy though it was, yet lingering at the bottom of the worn-out cask called Chuffey.
Old Chuffey little suspected what depth of application these words had, or that, in the bitter satire which they bore, they might have sunk into the old man's very soul, could he have known what words here hanging on his own son's lips, or what was passing in his thoughts. But the voice diverted the current of Anthony's reflections, and roused him.
Indeed, he went so far as to assure the sisters, that in this point of view he considered Chuffey superior to his own father; which, as he significantly added, was saying a great deal. It was strange enough that Anthony Chuzzlewit, himself so old a man, should take a pleasure in these gibings of his estimable son at the expense of the poor shadow at their table.
'Still in the land of the living, sir, retorted Mrs Gamp. 'And Mr Chuffey may thank you for it, as many and many a time I've told him. Mr Jonas was not in the best of humours, for he merely said, as he looked round, 'We don't want you any more, you know, Mrs Gamp. 'I'm a-going immediate, sir, returned the nurse; 'unless there's nothink I can do for you, ma'am.
Ecod, you used to have life enough, when you could plague me with it. The gal's downstairs. Ring the bell for supper, while I take my boots off! She roused herself from looking after him as he left the room, to do what he had desired; when the old man Chuffey laid his hand softly on her arm. 'You are not married? he said eagerly. 'Not married? 'Yes. A month ago.
Mrs Todgers conducted him into the little back chamber commanding the prospect of the cistern; and there, sadly different from when it had first been her lodging, sat poor Merry, in mourning weeds. The room looked very dark and sorrowful; and so did she; but she had one friend beside her, faithful to the last. Old Chuffey.
'If I understand this good lady, said Mr Pecksniff, turning to Jonas, 'Mr Chuffey is troublesome to her. Shall I fetch him down? 'Do, said Jonas. 'I was going to tell you he was up there, when she came in. I'd go myself and bring him down, only only I'd rather you went, if you don't mind.
'I am not the less obliged to you on that account, Mr Jonas, for your liberal hospitality; but there really is no one. 'Very well, said Jonas; 'then you, and I, and Chuffey, and the doctor, will be just a coachful. We'll have the doctor, Pecksniff, because he knows what was the matter with him, and that it couldn't be helped.
He'll make a better man of his own son, and be a better man himself, perhaps, Chuff!" Poor Chuffey paused to dry his eyes again. Old Martin's face was hidden in his hands. Jonas listened still more keenly, and his breast heaved like a swollen water, but with hope. With growing hope. We burnt it; but his son believed that he was taking it he knows he did.
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