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Mary, said Mr Pecksniff in his tenderest tones, indeed they were so very tender that he almost squeaked: 'My soul! I love you! A fantastic thing, that maiden affectation! She made believe to shudder. 'I love you, said Mr Pecksniff, 'my gentle life, with a devotion which is quite surprising, even to myself.
All of which, so Mrs Todgers told Miss Pecksniff, spoke as plain English as the shining sun. 'My dear Miss Pecksniff, you may depend upon it, said Mrs Todgers, 'that he is burning to propose. 'My goodness me, why don't he then? cried Cherry. 'Men are so much more timid than we think 'em, my dear, returned Mrs Todgers. 'They baulk themselves continually.
Pecksniff, Bill Sykes, Fagin, Mr. Murdstone, of Dickens' family they are all strong in impression, but wholly unreal; mere stage villains and caricatures. A villain who has no good traits, no hobbies of kindness and affection, is never born into the world; he is always created by grotesque novel writers. The villains of Dumas, Hugo, Balzac, Daudet are French.
'It would be a poor pride and a false humility, said Martin, in a low voice, 'to say, I do not wish that to be paid, or that I have any present hope of being able to pay it. But I never felt my poverty so deeply as I feel it now. 'Read it to me, Pecksniff, said the old man. Mr Pecksniff, after approaching the perusal of the paper as if it were a manuscript confession of a murder, complied.
The beautiful Miss Pecksniff might have been poetically described as a something too good for man in his fallen and degraded state.
But there was no Pecksniff; there never had been a Pecksniff, and the unreality of Pecksniff extended itself to the chamber, in which, sitting on one particular bed, the thing supposed to be that Great Abstraction had often preached morality with such effect that Tom had felt a moisture in his eyes, while hanging breathless on the words.
'Then, said Mr Pecksniff, 'he is the sort of customer for me. But though he said this in the plainest language, he didn't speak a word. He only shook his head; disparagingly of himself too. 'I am afraid, sir, continued the landlady, first looking round to assure herself that there was nobody within hearing, and then looking down upon the floor.
You are not going to do anything in haste, you may regret! 'No, my good sir, said Mr Pecksniff, firmly, 'No. But I have a duty to discharge which I owe to society; and it shall be discharged, my friend, at any cost! Oh, late-remembered, much-forgotten, mouthing, braggart duty, always owed, and seldom paid in any other coin than punishment and wrath, when will mankind begin to know thee!
'Then you will shake hands, sir? cried Westlock, advancing a step or two, and bespeaking Mr Pinch's close attention by a glance. 'Umph! said Mr Pecksniff, in his most winning tone. 'You will shake hands, sir. 'No, John, said Mr Pecksniff, with a calmness quite ethereal; 'no, I will not shake hands, John. I have forgiven you.
'Nothing else, said Mr Pecksniff buoyantly, 'but for you to recover this intrusion this cowardly and indefensible outrage on your feelings with all possible dispatch, and smile again. 'You have nothing more to say? inquired the old man, laying his hand with unusual earnestness on Mr Pecksniff's sleeve. Mr Pecksniff would not say what rose to his lips. For reproaches he observed, were useless.
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