Nicholas Nickleby Page #3
That's cause for joy.
And here's more cause for joy.
Little Wackford.
Father!
Look what your pa brought you.
"Dear Kate...
"My first morning here began with the news | that the pump had frozen...
"but events soon distracted me. "
- Smike! | - Who are you after?
It's brimstone morning, | and I can't find the school spoon.
We purify the boys' blood | now and then, Nickleby.
Purify, fiddlesticks!
We give the boys brimstone and treacle, | Mr. Knuckleboy...
because if we didn't, | they'd always be ailing.
It spoils their appetites and comes cheaper | than breakfast and dinner.
You might say it does them good | and us good at the same time.
Smike!
- Where's the school spoon? | - Please, ma'am.
Please.
Don't contradict your mistress.
Take it.
Take it. Be thankful.
A most invaluable woman that. | I don't know her equal.
Nor I.
- No, please! | - Take it.
And thank me for it.
She does things for them boys...
that I don't believe half the mothers going | would do for their own sons.
- I should think they would not, sir. | - No.
"Mr. Squeers' return from London | is a great event...
"as he brings the boys news from home. "
Bolder, come here.
No letters.
But I saw your father in London.
He was 2.10 short in his payments.
One...
two, three...
- Four... | - Five, six.
But the good news is, we'll keep you on. | Smike, take him out.
Letter for Cobbey. Stand up.
Your grandmother's dead.
Your uncle's took to drink.
That's all the news your sister sends, | except for eight pence...
which will just cover the square of glass | you broke last week.
"After this, classes began. "
Where's Graymarsh?
Please, sir, he's cleaning | the back parlor window.
Perfect. C-L-E-A-N, "clean."
Verb, active, "to make bright."
"Winder," a casement.
"Win":
W-l-N, "der": D-E-R.When the boy knows this, | he goes and does it.
Where's Dorn?
- Please, sir, he's weeding the garden. | - To be sure.
"Bot":
B-O-T, "tin": T-l-N, "ney": N-E-Y."Bottiney." Noun, substantive.
Knowledge of plants, | which he's applying right now.
That's our system, Nickleby. | What do you think of it?
It's useful.
"And so went the day.
"I very much hope I can be of service here. "
Are you cold?
You're shivering, poor fellow.
There.
Oh, dear, my heart.
I feel lost here, too.
But we must always hope.
Hope?
Do you remember the boy who died here?
I was not here.
What of him?
I was with him that night.
He began to see faces around his bed | that came from home.
He said they smiled and talked to him.
At last, he died...
lifting his head to kiss them.
Yes?
What faces will smile on me when I die?
Who will comfort me that long night?
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