But as I couldn't wound him in what he has not, and in what he knows
nothing of, except in his ability to probe them to the quick in other
people, I am afraid I can lay no claim to your compliment.'
Mr Pinch, being unwilling to protract a discussion which might possibly
corrupt Martin, forbore to say anything in reply to this speech; but
John Westlock, whom nothing short of an iron gag would have
silenced when Mr Pecksniff's merits were once in question, continued
notwithstanding.
'HIS feelings! Oh, he's a tender-hearted man. HIS feelings! Oh, he's a
considerate, conscientious, self-examining, moral vagabond, he is! HIS
feelings! Oh!--what's the matter, Tom?'
Mr Pinch was by this time erect upon the hearth-rug, buttoning his coat
with great energy.
'I can't bear it,' said Tom, shaking his head. 'No. I really cannot. You
must excuse me, John. I have a great esteem and friendship for you;
I love you very much; and have been perfectly charmed and overjoyed
to-day, to find you just the same as ever; but I cannot listen to this.'
'Why, it's my old way, Tom; and you say yourself that you are glad to
find me unchanged.
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