'You speak so like my dear old master,' cried the old man with a
childish delight, 'that I almost think I hear him. I can hear you quite
as well as I used to hear him. It makes me young again. He never spoke
unkindly to me, and I always understood him. I could always see him too,
though my sight was dim. Well, well! He's dead, he's dead. He was very
good to me, my dear old master!'
He shook his head mournfully over the brother's hand. At this moment
Mark, who had been glancing out of the window, left the room.
'I couldn't turn against his only son, you know,' said Chuffey. 'He has
nearly driven me to do it sometimes; he very nearly did tonight. Ah!'
cried the old man, with a sudden recollection of the cause. 'Where is
she? She's not come home!'
'Do you mean his wife?' said Mr Chuzzlewit.
'Yes.'
'I have removed her. She is in my care, and will be spared the present
knowledge of what is passing here. She has known misery enough, without
that addition.'
Jonas heard this with a sinking heart. He knew that they were on his
heels, and felt that they were resolute to run him to destruction.
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