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walked away with a lighter step.
Smike was anxiously expecting him when he reached his old
lodgings, and so was Newman, who had expended a day’s income
in a can of rum and milk to prepare them for the journey. They
had tied up the luggage, Smike shouldered it, and away they went,
with Newman Noggs in company; for he had insisted on walking
as far as he could with them, overnight.
‘Which way?’ asked Newman, wistfully.
‘To Kingston first,’ replied Nicholas.
‘And where afterwards?’ asked Newman. ‘Why won’t you tell
‘Because I scarcely know myself, good friend,’ rejoined
Nicholas, laying his hand upon his shoulder; ‘and if I did, I have
neither plan nor prospect yet, and might shift my quarters a
hundred times before you could possibly communicate with me.’
‘I am afraid you have some deep scheme in your head,’ said
‘So deep,’ replied his young friend, ‘that even I can’t fathom it.
Whatever I resolve upon, depend upon it I will write you soon.’
‘You won’t forget?’ said Newman.
‘I am not very likely to,’ rejoined Nicholas. ‘I have not so many
friends that I shall grow confused among the number, and forget
my best one.’
Occupied in such discourse, they walked on for a couple of
hours, as they might have done for a couple of days if Nicholas had
not sat himself down on a stone by the wayside, and resolutely
declared his intention of not moving another step until Newman
Noggs turned back. Having pleaded ineffectually first for another
half-mile, and afterwards for another quarter, Newman was fain to