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'You looked as if you thought I was to blame, said Gride, timidly. 'Pshaw! Ralph muttered, forcing a laugh. 'I blame him for not living an hour longer. One hour longer would have been long enough. I blame no one else. 'N n no one else? said Gride. 'Not for this mischance, replied Ralph.
The older money-lender wagged his chin and smiled, but he originated no new remark, and they sat for some little time without speaking. Each was looking out to take the other at a disadvantage. 'Come, Gride, said Ralph, at length; 'what's in the wind today? 'Aha! you're a bold man, Mr Nickleby, cried the other, apparently very much relieved by Ralph's leading the way to business.
Gride looked at him as if he were petrified with astonishment, but did not speak; perhaps lacking the power. 'You and another man, Ralph Nickleby by name, have hatched this plot between you, pursued Nicholas. 'You pay him for his share in bringing about this sale of Madeline Bray. You do. A lie is trembling on your lips, I see. He paused; but, Arthur making no reply, resumed again.
Arthur Gride, after peering nervously about him, spied it on the ground, picked it up, and sitting down to write, glanced at Newman Noggs, who was staring at the wall with an intensity so remarkable, that Arthur was quite alarmed. 'Do you see anything particular, Mr Noggs? said Arthur, trying to follow the direction of Newman's eyes which was an impossibility, and a thing no man had ever done.
Arthur Gride, venturing to regard his visitor more attentively, and perceiving that he was a young man of good mien and bearing, returned to his seat, and muttering that there were bad characters about, and that this, with former attempts upon his house, had made him nervous, requested his visitor to sit down. This, however, he declined. 'Good God! 'Listen to me.
'Becoming what? said Peg, sharply. 'Not becoming too old to wear? Arthur Gride muttered an imprecation on his housekeeper's deafness, as he roared in her ear: 'Not smart enough! I want to look as well as I can. 'Look? cried Peg.
'Madeline Bray. Whatever reasons there might have been and Arthur Gride appeared to have anticipated some for the mention of this name producing an effect upon Ralph, or whatever effect it really did produce upon him, he permitted none to manifest itself, but calmly repeated the name several times, as if reflecting when and where he had heard it before. 'Bray, said Ralph.
Nicholas Nickleby is a colourless sort of young man in the illustrations, but then he is not very vividly presented in the text. Ralph Nickleby and Arthur Gride may pair off with Jonas Chuzzlewit, but who can disparage the immortal Mr. Squeers? From the first moment when we see him at his inn, with the starveling little boys, through all the story, Mr. Squeers is consistently exquisite.
While Mrs Sliderskew, influenced possibly by some lingering feelings of disappointment and personal slight, occasioned by her old master's preference for another, was giving loose to these grumblings below stairs, Arthur Gride was cogitating in the parlour upon what had taken place last night.
I have no more words to waste. Stand from the door. Kate, do you go first. Lay not a hand on her, or on that woman, or on me, or so much a brush their garments as they pass you by! You let them pass, and he blocks the door again! Arthur Gride happened to be in the doorway, but whether intentionally or from confusion was not quite apparent.
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