Ten Boys from Dickens eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 229 pages of information about Ten Boys from Dickens.

Ten Boys from Dickens eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 229 pages of information about Ten Boys from Dickens.

A host of unpleasant misgivings, which had been crowding upon Nicholas during the whole journey, thronged into his mind.  His great distance from home, and the impossibility of reaching it, except on foot, should he feel ever so anxious, presented itself to him in most alarming colours; and as he looked up at the dreary house and dark windows, and upon the wild country round, covered with snow, he felt a depression of heart and spirit which he never had experienced before.

“Now, then!” cried Squeers, poking his head out at the front door, “Where are you, Nickleby?”

“Here, sir,” replied Nicholas.

“Come in, then,” said Squeers, “the wind blows in, at this door, fit to knock a man off his legs.”

Nicholas sighed, and hurried in.  Mr. Squeers ushered him into a small parlour scantily furnished with a few chairs, a yellow map hung against the wall, and a couple of tables; one of which bore some preparations for supper.  Mrs. Squeers then came in, and was duly made acquainted with Nicholas, and after some conversation between Mr. and Mrs. Squeers, a young servant girl brought in a Yorkshire pie, which being set upon the table, the boy Smike appeared with a jug of ale.

Mr. Squeers meanwhile was emptying his great-coat pockets of letters to different boys, which he had brought down.  Smike glanced, with an anxious and timid expression, at the papers, as if with a sickly hope that one among them might relate to him.  The look was a very painful one, and went to Nicholas’s heart at once; for it told a sad history.  He considered the boy more attentively, and was surprised to observe the extraordinary mixture of garments which formed his dress.  Although he could not have been less than eighteen or nineteen years old, and was tall for that age, he wore a skeleton suit, which, though most absurdly short in the arms and legs, was quite wide enough for his attenuated frame.  In order that the lower part of his legs might be in keeping with this singular dress, he had a very large pair of boots, originally made for tops, but now too patched and tattered for a beggar.  He was lame, and as he feigned to be busy arranging the table, glanced at the letters with a look so keen, and yet so dispirited and hopeless that Nicholas could hardly bear to watch him.

“What are you bothering about there, Smike?” cried Mrs. Squeers; “let the things alone, can’t you?”

“Eh,” said Squeers, looking up.  “Oh, it’s you, is it?”

“Yes, sir,” replied the youth, pressing his hands together, as though to control, by force, the nervous wandering of his fingers.  “Is there——­”

“Well!” said Squeers.

“Have you—­did anybody—­has nothing been heard—­about me?”

“Not a word,” resumed Squeers, “and never will be.  Now, this is a pretty sort of thing, isn’t it, that you should have been left here, all these years, and no money paid after the first six—­nor no notice taken, nor no clue to be got who you belong to?  It’s a pretty sort of thing that I should have to feed a great fellow like you, and never hope to get one penny for it, isn’t it?”

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