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Thanking Mr Vincent Crummles for his obliging offer, Nicholas jumped out, and, giving Smike his arm, accompanied the manager up High Street on their way to the theatre; feeling nervous and uncomfortable enough at the prospect of an immediate introduction to a scene so new to him.
We must push on again tomorrow, for we are not rich enough to loiter. Let me relieve you of that bundle! Come! 'No, no, rejoined Smike, falling back a few steps. 'Don't ask me to give it up to you. 'Why not? asked Nicholas. 'Let me do something for you, at least, said Smike. 'You will never let me serve you as I ought. You will never know how I think, day and night, of ways to please you.
Why, here's a dismal face for ladies' company! my pretty sister too, whom you have so often asked me about. Is this your Yorkshire gallantry? For shame! for shame! Smike brightened up and smiled. 'When I talk of home, pursued Nicholas, 'I talk of mine which is yours of course.
Smike looked vacantly at him, as if unable to comprehend his meaning. 'I say, coot awa', repeated John, hastily. 'Dost thee know where thee livest? Thee dost? Weel. Are yon thy clothes, or schoolmeasther's? 'Mine, replied Smike, as the Yorkshireman hurried him to the adjoining room, and pointed out a pair of shoes and a coat which were lying on a chair.
'Do you remember, said Smike, in a low voice, and glancing fearfully round, 'do you remember my telling you of the man who first took me to the school? 'Yes, surely. 'I raised my eyes, just now, towards that tree that one with the thick trunk and there, with his eyes fixed on me, he stood!
The news that Smike had been caught and brought back in triumph, ran like wild-fire through the hungry community, and expectation was on tiptoe all the morning. On tiptoe it was destined to remain, however, until afternoon; when Squeers called the school together, and dragged Smike by the collar to the front of the room before them all.
With this, and wholly disregarding a piteous cry for mercy, Mr Squeers fell upon the boy and caned him soundly: not leaving off, indeed, until his arm was tired out. 'There, said Squeers, when he had quite done; 'rub away as hard as you like, you won't rub that off in a hurry. Oh! you won't hold that noise, won't you? Put him out, Smike.
'Anywhere in any dress, returned Smike; 'but, just now, he stood leaning upon his stick and looking at me, exactly as I told you I remembered him. He was dusty with walking, and poorly dressed I think his clothes were ragged but directly I saw him, the wet night, his face when he left me, the parlour I was left in, and the people that were there, all seemed to come back together.
In which another old Friend encounters Smike, very opportunely and to some Purpose
Nor was this all, for the elder Master Crummles was going through a similar ceremony with Smike; while Master Percy Crummles, with a very little second-hand camlet cloak, worn theatrically over his left shoulder, stood by, in the attitude of an attendant officer, waiting to convey the two victims to the scaffold.
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