Gride

‘Oh dear! she can never hear the most important word, and hears all the others!’ whined Gride.

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Long habit of weighing and noting well what clients said, and nicely balancing chances in his mind and calculating odds to their faces, without the least appearance of being so engaged, had rendered Gride quick in forming conclusions, and arriving, from puzzling, intricate, and often contradictory premises, at very cunning deductions.

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Still Gride made no answer, but tore and scratched among the papers, and yelled and screeched like a fiend in torment.

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Gride, as he sat in a low chair looking up into the face of Ralph

Nicholas Nickleby 2007

Gride, whose spirits and courage had gradually failed him more and more as they approached nearer and nearer to the house, was utterly dismayed and cowed by the mournful silence which pervaded it.

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Gride shambled forward, and stood, leering and bowing, close by

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He drew Ralph Nickleby to the further end of the room, and pointed towards Gride, who sat huddled together in a corner, fumbling nervously with the buttons of his coat, and exhibiting a face, of which every skulking and base expression was sharpened and aggravated to the utmost by his anxiety and trepidation.

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‘What then, and how come you here?’ cried Gride, somewhat reassured, but still retreating from his visitor: ‘what is your name, and what do you want?’

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‘Go a — way!’ squeaked Gride, shaking his head in a sort of ecstasy of impatience.

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Ralph Nickleby and Gride would not invalidate the marriage, or render Bray averse to it, who, if he did not actually know of the existence of some such understanding, doubtless suspected it.

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