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He gave the boy a shake and threw him roughly aside. There was more of his familiar self in the action than in anything he had done that day. Still,he broke out laughing immediately afterwards and,making a thrust at the doctor with his hand in imitation of his representation of the medical friend, went out to the carriage again and took his seat. His companion followed immediately. Mr. Bailey climbed into the rumble.

They went down in that order. Whatever Jonas felt in reference to Montague, whatever sense he had of being caged, and barred, and trapped, and having fallen into a pit of deepest ruin; whatever thoughts came crowding on his even at that early time, of one terrible chance of escape, of one red glimmer in a sky of blackness; (...)

In short, Mr. Pecksniff was supposed to have done a great work and was very kindly, courteously, and generally rewarded. When the procession moved away, and Martin and Mark were left almost alone upon the ground, his merits and a desire to acknowledge them formed the common topic. He was only second to the Gentlemanly member.

He bore his good fortune with the utmost moderation. Instead of being triumphant, he shed more tears than he had ever been known to shed before: and, sobbing, said:
"Oh, what a day this has been! I can't go back to the office this afternoon. Oh, what a trying day this has been, Good gracious!"

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.

She roused herself from looking after him as he left the room, to do what he had desired: when the old man Chuffey laid his hand softly on her arm.

Throwing down his hatchet, he sped away immediately, but stopped when he had gone a little distance, and looked back: then hurried on again.

Tom's teeth chattered in his head, and he positively staggered with amazement at witnessing the extraordinary effect produced on Mr. Pecksniff by these simple words. The dread of losing the old man's favor almost as soon as they were reconciled, through the mere fact of having Jonas in the house; (...)

Leaving them to blend and mingle in their sleep, the shadows of objects afar off, as they take fantastic shapes upon the wall in the dim light of thought without control, be it the part of this slight chronicle - a dream within a dream - as rapidly to change the scene, and cross the ocean to the English shore.

The steamer - which, with its machinery on deck, looked, as it worked its long, slim legs, like some enormously magnified insect or antediluvian monster - dashed at great speed up a beautiful bay; and presently they saw some heights, and islands, and a long, flat, straggling city.

He pointed at him as he spoke, with unutterable contempt, and flinging his hat upon his head, walked from the room and from the house. He went so rapidly that he was already clear of the village when he heard Tom Pinch calling breathlessly after him in the distance.

Eighteen shillings a week! Just, most just, thy censure, upright Pecksniff! Had it been for the sake of a ribbon, star, or garter; sleeves of lawn, a great man's smile, a seat in Parliament, a tap upon the shoulder from a courtly sword; a place, a party, or a thriving lie, or eighteen thousand pounds, or even eighteen hundred; - but to worship the golden calf for eighteen shillings a week! oh pitiful, pitiful!

When he had completed his arrangements,they locked Mr. Pecksniff in, and left the key on the outside; charging the young page to listen attentively for symptoms of an apoplectic nature, with which the the patient might be troubled, and, in case of any such presenting themselves, to summon them without delay: to which Mr. Bailey modestly replied that he hoped he knowed wot o'clock it was in general, (...)

Whether Mr. Pecksniff's business in London was as strictly professional as he had given his new pupil to understand.we shall see. to adopt that worthy man's phraseology, "all in good time."