CHAPTER 62

Ralph makes one last Appointment--and keeps it Creeping from the house, and slinking off like a thief; groping with his hands, when first he got into the street, as if he were a blind man; and looking often over his shoulder while he hurried away, as though he were followed in imagination or reality by someone anxious to question or detain him; Ralph Nickleby left the city behind him, and took the road to his own home. The night was dark, and a cold wind blew, driving the clouds, furiously and fast, before it. Ther…