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He sank down in a heap against the wall, and never hoped again from that moment. 'I am not his friend, although I have the honour to be his relative, said Mr Chuzzlewit. 'You may speak to me. Where have you watched, and what have you seen? 'I have watched in many places, returned Nadgett, 'night and day.
When the light cloud of bustle hanging round the coach was thus dispersed, Nadgett was seen in the darkest box of the Bull coffee-room, looking wistfully up at the clock as if the man who never appeared were a little behind his time.
The chairman of the Anglo-Bengalee Disinterested Loan and Life Assurance Board was dressing, and received him as a business person who was often backwards and forwards, and was received at all times for his business' sake. 'Well, Mr Nadgett? Mr Nadgett put his hat upon the ground and coughed.
She withdrew into the coach again, and he saw the hand waving towards him for a moment; but whether in reproachfulness or incredulity or misery, or grief, or sad adieu, or what else, he could not, being so hurried, understand. SHE was gone now; and Ruth and he were left to walk away, and wonder. Had Mr Nadgett appointed the man who never came, to meet him upon London Bridge that morning?
Being so much hurried, and you not arrived, it was necessary to do something. It fortunately occurred to me, that if I gave it him myself I could be of no further use. I should have been blown upon immediately. 'Mr Nadgett, you are a jewel, said Montague, patting him on the back. 'What's your lodger's name? 'Pinch, sir. Thomas Pinch.
Mr Montague was listening to, or, to speak with greater elegance, he overheard, this dialogue. As soon as Jonas was gone he beckoned Nadgett to him with the feather of his pen, and whispered in his ear. 'Who gave him my letter this morning? 'My lodger, sir, said Nadgett, behind the palm of his hand. 'How came that about? 'I found him on the wharf, sir.
And finally he rose and looked out of the window, where he stood with a triumphant air until Tigg Montague had finished. 'And this is the last, Mr Nadgett! said that gentleman, drawing a long breath. 'That, sir, is the last. 'You are a wonderful man, Mr Nadgett! 'I think it is a pretty good case, he returned as he gathered up his papers. 'It cost some trouble, sir.
Mr Nadgett might have passed Tom Pinch ten thousand times; might even have been quite familiar with his face, his name, pursuits, and character; yet never once have dreamed that Tom had any interest in any act or mystery of his. Tom might have done the like by him of course.
It being now almost three o'clock in the morning. 'Is he hooked, do you think? whispered Crimple, as himself and partner stood in a distant part of the room observing him as he lay. 'Aye! said Tigg, in the same tone. 'With a strong iron, perhaps. Has Nadgett been here to-night? 'Yes. I went out to him. Hearing you had company, he went away. 'Why did he do that?
Will you put your head out of window, and tell me whether there is anybody at the door? Mr Nadgett softly raised the sash, and peered out from the very corner, as a man might who was looking down into a street from whence a brisk discharge of musketry might be expected at any moment. Drawing in his head with equal caution, he observed, not altering his voice or manner: 'Mr Jonas Chuzzlewit!
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