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Charles Dickens: The Life and Adventures of Nicholas NicklebyCHAPTER 45: Containing Matter of a surprising Kind (continued)At the end of the first verse, as though some person without had waited until then to make himself audible, was heard a loud and violent knocking at the street-door; so loud and so violent, indeed, that the ladies started as by one accord, and John Browdie stopped. 'It must be some mistake,' said Nicholas, carelessly. 'We know nobody who would come here at this hour.' Mrs Nickleby surmised, however, that perhaps the counting-house was burnt down, or perhaps 'the Mr Cheerybles' had sent to take Nicholas into partnership (which certainly appeared highly probable at that time of night), or perhaps Mr Linkinwater had run away with the property, or perhaps Miss La Creevy was taken in, or perhaps-- But a hasty exclamation from Kate stopped her abruptly in her conjectures, and Ralph Nickleby walked into the room. 'Stay,' said Ralph, as Nicholas rose, and Kate, making her way towards him, threw herself upon his arm. 'Before that boy says a word, hear me.' Nicholas bit his lip and shook his head in a threatening manner, but appeared for the moment unable to articulate a syllable. Kate clung closer to his arm, Smike retreated behind them, and John Browdie, who had heard of Ralph, and appeared to have no great difficulty in recognising him, stepped between the old man and his young friend, as if with the intention of preventing either of them from advancing a step further. 'Hear me, I say,' said Ralph, 'and not him.' 'Say what thou'st gotten to say then, sir,' retorted John; 'and tak' care thou dinnot put up angry bluid which thou'dst betther try to quiet.' 'I should know YOU,' said Ralph, 'by your tongue; and HIM' (pointing to Smike) 'by his looks.' 'Don't speak to him,' said Nicholas, recovering his voice. 'I will not have it. I will not hear him. I do not know that man. I cannot breathe the air that he corrupts. His presence is an insult to my sister. It is shame to see him. I will not bear it.' This is page 675 of 952. [Mark this Page]
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