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1102 never feared him before; but the pallor which had been observed in his face when he issued forth that night, came upon him again. He was seen to tremble, and his voice changed as he said, keeping his eyes upon him, ‘What does this fellow here? Do you know he is a convict, a felon, a common thief?’ ‘Hear what he has to tell you. Oh, Mr Nickleby, hear what he has to tell you, be he what he may!’ cried the brothers, with such emphatic earnestness, that Ralph turned to them in wonder. They pointed to Brooker. Ralph again gazed at him: as it seemed mechanically. ‘That boy,’ said the man, ‘that these gentlemen have been talking of--’ ‘That boy,’ repeated Ralph, looking vacantly at him. ‘Whom I saw, stretched dead and cold upon his bed, and who is now in his grave--’ ‘Who is now in his grave,’ echoed Ralph, like one who talks in his sleep. The man raised his eyes, and clasped his hands solemnly together: ‘--Was your only son, so help me God in heaven!’ In the midst of a dead silence, Ralph sat down, pressing his two hands upon his temples. He removed them, after a minute, and never was there seen, part of a living man undisfigured by any wound, such a ghastly face as he then disclosed. He looked at Brooker, who was by this time standing at a short distance from him; but did not say one word, or make the slightest sound or gesture. ‘Gentlemen,’ said the man, ‘I offer no excuses for myself. I am |
