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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