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803 consolation there, for his face relaxed a little; and although there was still a deep frown upon the contracted brow, it was one of calculation, and not of disappointment. ‘This Hawk will come back, however,’ muttered Ralph; ‘and if I know the man (and I should by this time) his wrath will have lost nothing of its violence in the meanwhile. Obliged to live in retirement--the monotony of a sick-room to a man of his habits-- no life--no drink--no play--nothing that he likes and lives by. He is not likely to forget his obligations to the cause of all this. Few men would; but he of all others? No, no!’ He smiled and shook his head, and resting his chin upon his hand, fell a musing, and smiled again. After a time he rose and rang the bell. ‘That Mr Squeers; has he been here?’ said Ralph. ‘He was here last night. I left him here when I went home,’ returned Newman. ‘I know that, fool, do I not?’ said Ralph, irascibly. ‘Has he been here since? Was he here this morning?’ ‘No,’ bawled Newman, in a very loud key. ‘If he comes while I am out--he is pretty sure to be here by nine tonight--let him wait. And if there’s another man with him, as there will be--perhaps,’ said Ralph, checking himself, ‘let him wait too.’ ‘Let ’em both wait?’ said Newman. ‘Ay,’ replied Ralph, turning upon him with an angry look. ‘Help me on with this spencer, and don’t repeat after me, like a croaking parrot.’ ‘I wish I was a parrot,’ Newman, sulkily. ‘I wish you were,’ rejoined Ralph, drawing his spencer on; ‘I’d |
