st from the lips of Jonas, as Lewsome
entered at the door. It was not a groan, or a shriek, or a word, but was
wholly unlike any sound that had ever fallen on the ears of those who
heard it, while at the same time it was the most sharp and terrible
expression of what was working in his guilty breast, that nature could
have invented.

He had done murder for this! He had girdled himself about with perils,
agonies of mind, innumerable fears, for this! He had hidden his secret
in the wood; pressed and stamped it down into the bloody ground; and
here it started up when least expected, miles upon miles away; known to
many; proclaiming itself from the lips of an old man who had renewed his
strength and vigour as by a miracle, to give it voice against him!

He leaned his hand on the back of a chair, and looked at them. It was
in vain to try to do so scornfully, or with his usual insolence. He
required the chair for his support. But he made a struggle for it.

'I know that fellow,' he said, fetching his breath at every word, and
pointing his trembling finger towards Lewsome. 'He's the greatest liar
alive. What's his last tale? Ha, ha! You're rare fellows, too! Why, that
uncle of mine is childish; he's even a greater child than his brother,
my father, was, in his old age; or than Chuffey is. What the devil do
you mean,' he added, looking fiercely at John Westlock and Mark Tapley
(the latter had entered with Lewsome), 'by coming here, and bringing
two idiots and a knave with you to take my house by storm? Hallo, there!
Open the door! Turn these strangers out!'

'I tell you what,' cried Mr Tapley, coming forward, 'if it wasn't
for your name, I'd drag you through the streets of my own accord, and
single-handed I would! Ah, I would! Don't try and look bold at me.
You can't do it! Now go on, sir,' this was to old Martin. 'Bring the
murderin' wagabond upon his knees! If he wants noise, he shall have
enough of it; for as sure as he's a shiverin' from head to foot I'll
raise a uproar at this winder that shall bring half London in. Go on,
sir! Let him try me once, and see whether I'm a man of my word or not.'

With that, Mark folded his arms, and took his seat upon the
window-ledge, with an air of general preparation for anything, which
seemed to imply that he was equally ready to jump out himself, or to
throw Jonas out, upon receiving the slightest hint that it would be
agreeable to the company.

Old Martin turned to Lewsome:

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