Here Mr. Jingle laughed very heartily; and Job, rubbing his hands with delight, uttered the first sound he had given vent to since he entered the house—a low, noiseless chuckle, which seemed to intimate that he enjoyed his laugh too much, to let any of it escape in sound.
‘ Mr. Nupkins,’ said the elder lady,’ this is not a fit conversation for the servants to overhear. Let these wretches be removed.’
‘ Certainly, my dear,’ Said Mr. Nupkins. ‘Muzzle!’
‘ Your Worship.’
‘ Open the front door.’
‘ Yes, your Worship.’
‘ Leave the house!’ said Mr. Nupkins, waving his hand emphatically.
Jingle smiled, and moved towards the door.
‘ Stay!’ said Mr. Pickwick. Jingle stopped.
‘ I might,’ said Mr. Pickwick, ‘have taken a much greater revenge for the treatment I have experienced at your hands, and that o……
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