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603 When you come to me this evening, not a word of last night. Ill news travels fast, and they will know it soon enough. Have you heard if he was much hurt?’ Newman shook his head. ‘I will ascertain that myself without loss of time,’ said Nicholas. ‘You had better take some rest,’ returned Newman. ‘You are fevered and ill.’ Nicholas waved his hand carelessly, and concealing the indisposition he really felt, now that the excitement which had sustained him was over, took a hurried farewell of Newman Noggs, and left him. Newman was not three minutes’ walk from Golden Square, but in the course of that three minutes he took the letter out of his hat and put it in again twenty times at least. First the front, then the back, then the sides, then the superscription, then the seal, were objects of Newman’s admiration. Then he held it at arm’s length as if to take in the whole at one delicious survey, and then he rubbed his hands in a perfect ecstasy with his commission. He reached the office, hung his hat on its accustomed peg, laid the letter and key upon the desk, and waited impatiently until Ralph Nickleby should appear. After a few minutes, the well- known creaking of his boots was heard on the stairs, and then the bell rung. ‘Has the post come in?’ ‘No.’ ‘Any other letters?’ ‘One.’ Newman eyed him closely, and laid it on the desk. ‘What’s this?’ asked Ralph, taking up the key. ‘Left with the letter;--a boy brought them--quarter of an hour |
