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Charles Dickens: The Life and Adventures of Nicholas NicklebyCHAPTER 21: Madam Mantalini finds herself in a Situation... (continued)'Yes,' rejoined Kate, greatly astonished. 'What did you want?' The stranger answered not; but, first looking back, as though to beckon to some unseen person outside, came, very deliberately, into the room, and was closely followed by a little man in brown, very much the worse for wear, who brought with him a mingled fumigation of stale tobacco and fresh onions. The clothes of this gentleman were much bespeckled with flue; and his shoes, stockings, and nether garments, from his heels to the waist buttons of his coat inclusive, were profusely embroidered with splashes of mud, caught a fortnight previously--before the setting-in of the fine weather. Kate's very natural impression was, that these engaging individuals had called with the view of possessing themselves, unlawfully, of any portable articles that chanced to strike their fancy. She did not attempt to disguise her apprehensions, and made a move towards the door. 'Wait a minnit,' said the man in the green coat, closing it softly, and standing with his back against it. 'This is a unpleasant bisness. Vere's your govvernor?' 'My what--did you say?' asked Kate, trembling; for she thought 'governor' might be slang for watch or money. 'Mister Muntlehiney,' said the man. 'Wot's come on him? Is he at home?' 'He is above stairs, I believe,' replied Kate, a little reassured by this inquiry. 'Do you want him?' 'No,' replied the visitor. 'I don't ezactly want him, if it's made a favour on. You can jist give him that 'ere card, and tell him if he wants to speak to ME, and save trouble, here I am; that's all.' With these words, the stranger put a thick square card into Kate's hand, and, turning to his friend, remarked, with an easy air, 'that the rooms was a good high pitch;' to which the friend assented, adding, by way of illustration, 'that there was lots of room for a little boy to grow up a man in either on 'em, vithout much fear of his ever bringing his head into contract vith the ceiling.' This is page 305 of 952. [Mark this Page]
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