And
he called on Mr Pecksniff (by the name of Scoundrel) to remember that
there again he had not trapped him to do evil, but that he had done it
of his own free will and agency; nay, that he had cautioned him against
it. And once again he called on Mr Pecksniff (by the name of Hang-dog)
to remember that when Martin coming home at last, an altered man, had
sued for the forgiveness which awaited him, he, Pecksniff, had rejected
him in language of his own, and had remorsely stepped in between him and
the least touch of natural tenderness. 'For which,' said the old man,
'if the bending of my finger would remove a halter from your neck, I
wouldn't bend it!'
'Martin,' he added, 'your rival has not been a dangerous one, but Mrs
Lupin here has played duenna for some weeks; not so much to watch your
love as to watch her lover. For that Ghoul'--his fertility in finding
names for Mr Pecksniff was astonishing--'would have crawled into her
daily walks otherwise, and polluted the fresh air. What's this? Her hand
is trembling strangely. See if you can hold it.'
Hold it! If he clasped it half as tightly as he did her waist.
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