The Old Curiosity Shop


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in which he was quite absorbed, the merry little man carrying it slung  
over his arm by a strap attached to it for the purpose, Nelly having  
hold of her grandfather's hand, and Mr Codlin sauntering slowly  
behind, casting up at the church tower and neighbouring trees such  
looks as he was accustomed in town-practice to direct to drawing-  
room and nursery windows, when seeking for a profitable spot on  
which to plant the show.  
The public-house was kept by a fat old landlord and landlady who  
made no objection to receiving their new guests, but praised Nelly's  
beauty and were at once prepossessed in her behalf. There was no  
other company in the kitchen but the two showmen, and the child felt  
very thankful that they had fallen upon such good quarters. The  
landlady was very much astonished to learn that they had come all  
the way from London, and appeared to have no little curiosity  
touching their farther destination. The child parried her inquiries as  
well as she could, and with no great trouble, for finding that they  
appeared to give her pain, the old lady desisted.  
'These two gentlemen have ordered supper in an hour's time,' she  
said, taking her into the bar; 'and your best plan will be to sup with  
them. Meanwhile you shall have a little taste of something that'll do  
you good, for I'm sure you must want it after all you've gone through  
to-day. Now, don't look after the old gentleman, because when you've  
drank that, he shall have some too.'  
As nothing could induce the child to leave him alone, however, or to  
touch anything in which he was not the first and greatest sharer, the  
old lady was obliged to help him first. When they had been thus  
refreshed, the whole house hurried away into an empty stable where  
the show stood, and where, by the light of a few flaring candles stuck  
round a hoop which hung by a line from the ceiling, it was to be  
forthwith exhibited.  
And now Mr Thomas Codlin, the misanthrope, after blowing away at  
the Pan's pipes until he was intensely wretched, took his station on  
one side of the checked drapery which concealed the mover of the  
figures, and putting his hands in his pockets prepared to reply to all  
questions and remarks of Punch, and to make a dismal feint of being  
his most intimate private friend, of believing in him to the fullest and  
most unlimited extent, of knowing that he enjoyed day and night a  
merry and glorious existence in that temple, and that he was at all  
times and under every circumstance the same intelligent and joyful  
person that the spectators then beheld him. All this Mr Codlin did  
with the air of a man who had made up his mind for the worst and  
was quite resigned; his eye slowly wandering about during the  
briskest repartee to observe the effect upon the audience, and  
particularly the impression made upon the landlord and landlady,  


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