The Old Curiosity Shop


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Chapter II  
After combating, for nearly a week, the feeling which impelled me to  
revisit the place I had quitted under the circumstances already  
detailed, I yielded to it at length; and determining that this time I  
would present myself by the light of day, bent my steps thither early  
in the morning.  
I walked past the house, and took several turns in the street, with  
that kind of hesitation which is natural to a man who is conscious  
that the visit he is about to pay is unexpected, and may not be very  
acceptable. However, as the door of the shop was shut, and it did not  
appear likely that I should be recognized by those within, if I  
continued merely to pass up and down before it, I soon conquered this  
irresolution, and found myself in the Curiosity Dealer's warehouse.  
The old man and another person were together in the back part, and  
there seemed to have been high words between them, for their voices  
which were raised to a very high pitch suddenly stopped on my  
entering, and the old man advancing hastily towards me, said in a  
tremulous tone that he was very glad I had come.  
'You interrupted us at a critical moment,' said he, pointing to the man  
whom I had found in company with him; 'this fellow will murder me  
one of these days. He would have done so, long ago, if he had dared.'  
'Bah! You would swear away my life if you could,' returned the other,  
after bestowing a stare and a frown on me; 'we all know that!'  
'I almost think I could,' cried the old man, turning feebly upon him. 'If  
oaths, or prayers, or words, could rid me of you, they should. I would  
be quit of you, and would be relieved if you were dead.'  
'
I know it,' returned the other. 'I said so, didn't I? But neither oaths, or  
prayers, nor words, WILL kill me, and therefore I live, and mean to  
live.'  
'
And his mother died!' cried the old man, passionately clasping his  
hands and looking upward; 'and this is Heaven's justice!'  
The other stood lunging with his foot upon a chair, and regarded him  
with a contemptuous sneer. He was a young man of one-and-twenty  
or thereabouts; well made, and certainly handsome, though the  
expression of his face was far from prepossessing, having in common  
with his manner and even his dress, a dissipated, insolent air which  
repelled one.  


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