Nicholas Nickleby
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:14:12
Smike!
:14:23
Is this Dotheboys Hall?
:14:26
No need to call it a hall up here.
:14:29
We call it that in London,
because it sounds better.

:14:32
Hurry, lad!
:14:52
Where the devil were you?
:14:54
Please, sir...
:14:57
I fell asleep over the fire.
:14:59
Missus said I might go in there for a warm.
:15:02
You'd have been a deuced deal
more wakeful out in the cold.

:15:09
Is that my Squeery?
:15:18
The crime of my dead eye, my love...
:15:21
is that I can't see you twice.
:15:24
- How's the pig?
- Just as you left her.

:15:27
And the boys?
:15:28
Young Braithwaite's had a fever.
:15:31
Third time this year.
:15:33
I say it's obstinacy,
and we beat it out of him.

:15:37
No one can cure an illness
quicker than you, my love.

:15:43
This is the new man, Mr. Nickleby.
:15:47
- I hope you're not hungry.
- I am.

:15:50
Of course you are.
:15:51
I've got a nice hot stew
for you here, Squeery.

:15:55
And there's bread on the table.
:15:59
I brought the letters to the boys,
I'll read them in the morning.


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