Nicholas Nickleby by Charles Dickens
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family would--'
'No they wouldn't, ma'am,' interrupted Ralph, hastily. 'Don't think it.' 'If I am to understand that,' said Miss La Creevy, 'the case wears a very different appearance.' 'You may understand it then, ma'am,' said Ralph, 'and make your arrangements accordingly. I am the family, ma'am--at least, I believe I am the only relation they have, and I think it right that you should know I can't support them in their extravagances. How long have they taken these lodgings for?' 'Only from week to week,' replied Miss La Creevy. 'Mrs Nickleby paid the first week in advance.' 'Then you had better get them out at the end of it,' said Ralph. 'They can't do better than go back to the country, ma'am; they are in everybody's way here.' 'Certainly,' said Miss La Creevy, rubbing her hands, 'if Mrs Nickleby took the apartments without the means of paying for them, it was very unbecoming a lady.' 'Of course it was, ma'am,' said Ralph. 'And naturally,' continued Miss La Creevy, 'I who am, AT PRESENT--hem--an unprotected female, cannot afford to lose by the apartments.' |
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