'I am
speaking of the--'
Here she whispered him again.
'If it's the same patterned chintz as that in the window; thirty-two,
twelve, six,' said Moddle, with a sigh. 'And very dear.'
Miss Pecksniff stopped him from giving any further explanation by laying
her hand upon his lips, and betraying a soft embarrassment. She then
asked Tom Pinch which way he was going.
'I was going to see if I could find your sister,' answered Tom, 'to whom
I wished to say a few words. We were going to Mrs Todgers's, where I had
the pleasure of seeing her before.'
'It's of no use your going on, then,' said Cherry, 'for we have not
long left there; and I know she is not at home. But I'll take you to my
sister's house, if you please. Augustus--Mr Moddle, I mean--and myself,
are on our way to tea there, now. You needn't think of HIM,' she added,
nodding her head as she observed some hesitation on Tom's part. 'He is
not at home.'
'Are you sure?' asked Tom.
'Oh, I am quite sure of that. I don't want any MORE revenge,' said Miss
Pecksniff, expressively. 'But, really, I must beg you two gentlemen to
walk on, and allow me to follow with Miss Pinch.
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