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211 of surprise and consternation, and assured her friend that she ‘felt fit to drop into the earth.’ ‘Shall we turn back, or run into a cottage?’ asked Miss Price. ‘He don’t see us yet.’ ‘No, ’Tilda,’ replied Miss Squeers, ‘it is my duty to go through with it, and I will!’ As Miss Squeers said this, in the tone of one who has made a high moral resolution, and was, besides, taken with one or two chokes and catchings of breath, indicative of feelings at a high pressure, her friend made no further remark, and they bore straight down upon Nicholas, who, walking with his eyes bent upon the ground, was not aware of their approach until they were close upon him; otherwise, he might, perhaps, have taken shelter himself. ‘Good-morning,’ said Nicholas, bowing and passing by. ‘He is going,’ murmured Miss Squeers. ‘I shall choke, ’Tilda.’ ‘Come back, Mr Nickleby, do!’ cried Miss Price, affecting alarm at her friend’s threat, but really actuated by a malicious wish to hear what Nicholas would say; ‘come back, Mr Nickleby!’ Mr Nickleby came back, and looked as confused as might be, as he inquired whether the ladies had any commands for him. ‘Don’t stop to talk,’ urged Miss Price, hastily; ‘but support her on the other side. How do you feel now, dear?’ ‘Better,’ sighed Miss Squeers, laying a beaver bonnet of a reddish brown with a green veil attached, on Mr Nickleby’s shoulder. ‘This foolish faintness!’ ‘Don’t call it foolish, dear,’ said Miss Price: her bright eye dancing with merriment as she saw the perplexity of Nicholas; ‘you have no reason to be ashamed of it. It’s those who are too |
