Do
you know where he is, sir? My dear, kind, generous uncle!"--and, kindling
as she spoke, and with eyes beaming a bright kindness, and flushing
cheeks, and a voice that thrilled to the heart of those two who heard
her, Miss Newcome went on to tell of her uncle's and cousin's
misfortunes, and of her wish, under God, to relieve them. I see before me
now the figure of the noble girl as she speaks; the pleased little old
lawyer, bobbing his white head, looking up at her with his twinkling
eyes--patting his knees, patting his snuff-box--as he sits before his
tapes and his deeds, surrounded by a great background of tin boxes.
"And I understand you want this money paid as coming from the family, and
not from Miss Newcome?" says Mr. Luce.
"Coming from the family--exactly," answers Miss Newcome.
Mr. Luce rose up from his old chair--his worn-out old horsehair chair--
where he had sat for half a century and listened to many a speaker, very
different from this one. "Mr. Pendennis," he said, "I envy you your
journey along with this young lady.
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