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1081 attention to the house, but go away.’ ‘I’ll knock, I swear, till I have your neighbours up in arms,’ said Ralph, ‘if you don’t tell me what you mean by lurking there, you whining cur.’ ‘I can’t hear what you say--don’t talk to me--it isn’t safe--go away--go away!’ returned Gride. ‘Come down, I say. Will you come down?’ said Ralph fiercely. ‘No-o-o-oo,’ snarled Gride. He drew in his head; and Ralph, left standing in the street, could hear the sash closed, as gently and carefully as it had been opened. ‘How is this,’ said he, ‘that they all fall from me, and shun me like the plague, these men who have licked the dust from my feet? IS my day past, and is this indeed the coming on of night? I’ll know what it means! I will, at any cost. I am firmer and more myself, just now, than I have been these many days.’ Turning from the door, which, in the first transport of his rage, he had meditated battering upon until Gride’s very fears should impel him to open it, he turned his face towards the city, and working his way steadily through the crowd which was pouring from it (it was by this time between five and six o’clock in the afternoon) went straight to the house of business of the brothers Cheeryble, and putting his head into the glass case, found Tim Linkinwater alone. ‘My name’s Nickleby,’ said Ralph. ‘I know it,’ replied Tim, surveying him through his spectacles. ‘Which of your firm was it who called on me this morning?’ demanded Ralph. ‘Mr Charles.’ ‘Then, tell Mr Charles I want to see him.’ |
