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Chapter 186
'You are going that way?' asked the manager. 'Ye-yes,' said Nicholas. 'Yes, I am.' 'Do you know the town at all?' inquired the manager, who seemed to consider himself entitled to the same degree of confidence as he had himself exhibited. 'No,' replied Nicholas. 'Never there?' 'Never.' Mr Vincent Crummles gave a short dry cough, as much as to say, 'If you won't be communicative, you won't;' and took so many pinches of snuff from the piece of paper, one after another, that Nicholas quite wondered where it all went to. While he was thus engaged, Mr Crummles looked, from time to time, with great interest at Smike, with whom he had appeared considerably struck from the first. He had now fallen asleep, and was nodding in his chair. 'Excuse my saying so,' said the manager, leaning over to
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