'Drag him away! Take him out of my reach!' said Martin; 'or I can't help
it. The strong restraint I have put upon my hands has been enough to
palsy them. I am not master of myself while he is within their range.
Drag him away!'
Seeing that he still did not rise, Mr Tapley, without any compromise
about it, actually did drag him away, and stick him up on the floor,
with his back against the opposite wall.
'Hear me, rascal!' said Mr Chuzzlewit. 'I have summoned you here to
witness your own work. I have summoned you here to witness it, because
I know it will be gall and wormwood to you! I have summoned you here to
witness it, because I know the sight of everybody here must be a dagger
in your mean, false heart! What! do you know me as I am, at last!'
Mr Pecksniff had cause to stare at him, for the triumph in his face and
speech and figure was a sight to stare at.
'Look there!' said the old man, pointing at him, and appealing to the
rest. 'Look there! And then--come hither, my dear Martin--look here!
here! here!' At every repetition of the word he pressed his grandson
closer to his breast.
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