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Martin Chuzzlewit by Charles Dickens
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'On the contrary, the more he urged, the more I was determined to oppose
him.'

'To be sure!' said Tom.

'Very well,' rejoined Martin, throwing himself back in his chair, with
a careless wave of both hands, as if the subject were quite settled, and
nothing more could be said about it--'There is an end of the matter, and
here am I!'

Mr Pinch sat staring at the fire for some minutes with a puzzled look,
such as he might have assumed if some uncommonly difficult conundrum had
been proposed, which he found it impossible to guess. At length he said:

'Pecksniff, of course, you had known before?'

'Only by name. No, I had never seen him, for my grandfather kept not
only himself but me, aloof from all his relations. But our separation
took place in a town in the adjoining country. From that place I came to
Salisbury, and there I saw Pecksniff's advertisement, which I answered,
having always had some natural taste, I believe, in the matters to which
it referred, and thinking it might suit me. As soon as I found it to be
his, I was doubly bent on coming to him if possible, on account of his
being--'

'Such an excellent man,' interposed Tom, rubbing his hands: 'so he is.
You were quite right.'

'Why, not so much on that account, if the truth must be spoken,'
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