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'Here we are, a breakfasting you see! Nicholas did NOT see that anybody was breakfasting, except Mr Squeers; but he bowed with all becoming reverence, and looked as cheerful as he could. 'Oh! that's the milk and water, is it, William? said Squeers. 'Very good; don't forget the bread and butter presently.
With hands trembling with delight, Squeers unloosened the cord; and Smike, more dead than alive, was brought into the house and securely locked up in a cellar. It may be a matter of surprise to some persons that Mr. and Mrs.
'And a very good way it is, too, said Squeers. 'Now, just take them fourteen little boys and hear them some reading, because, you know, you must begin to be useful. Idling about here won't do. Mr Squeers said this, as if it had suddenly occurred to him, either that he must not say too much to his assistant, or that his assistant did not say enough to him in praise of the establishment.
Waiter as he was, he had human passions and feelings, and he looked very hard at Miss Squeers as he handed the muffins. 'Is my pa in, do you know? asked Miss Squeers with dignity. 'Beg your pardon, miss? 'My pa, repeated Miss Squeers; 'is he in? 'In where, miss? 'In here in the house! replied Miss Squeers. 'My pa Mr Wackford Squeers he's stopping here. Is he at home?
Marigold, or little Paul Dombey, or Mr. Squeers, or Sam Weller, or Mr. Peggotty, or some other of those immortal personages. We were as conscious, as though we saw them, of the bald head, the spectacles, and the little gaiters of Mr. Pickwick of the snuffy tones, the immense umbrella, and the voluminous bonnet and gown of Mrs.
"Now, if you take the chaise and go one road, and I borrow Swallow's chaise and go the other, one or other of us is pretty certain to lay hold of him!" This plan was adopted and put in execution without a moment's delay. After a very hasty breakfast, Squeers started forth in the pony-chaise, intent upon discovery and vengeance. Shortly afterwards, Mrs.
At last Mr Squeers began to thrust his head out of the widow every half-minute, and to bawl a variety of directions to the coachman; and after passing, with some difficulty, through several mean streets which the appearance of the houses and the bad state of the road denoted to have been recently built, Mr Squeers suddenly tugged at the check string with all his might, and cried, 'Stop!
Pickwick and Mr. Micawber and Mrs. Nickleby and Mr. Mantalini and Steerforth and David Copperfield and Barkis; and terrible figures: Fagan and Bill Sykes and Uriah Heap and Squeers and Mr.
'Couldn't you wish to be married to him yourself, if that was the case? inquired Mrs Browdie, with great suavity of manner. 'Oh, ma'am, how witty you are, retorted Miss Squeers with a low curtsy, 'almost as witty, ma'am, as you are clever. How very clever it was in you, ma'am, to choose a time when I had gone to tea with my pa, and was sure not to come back without being fetched!
Scattered up and down the Boz fictions, there are abundant specimens of a genus that, in one instance, is actually termed by the Humorist, "a town-made little boy" this is in the memorable street scene where Squeers hooks Smike by the coat-collar with the handle of his umbrella. He is always especially great in his delineation of what one might call the human cock-sparrows of London.
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