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"
And
Toughey
—
him
as
you
call
Jo
—
was
mixed
up
in
the
same
business
,
and
no
other
;
and
the
law
-
writer
that
you
know
of
was
mixed
up
in
the
same
business
,
and
no
other
;
and
your
husband
,
with
no
more
knowledge
of
it
than
your
great
grandfather
,
was
mixed
up
(
by
Mr
.
Tulkinghorn
,
deceased
,
his
best
customer
)
in
the
same
business
,
and
no
other
;
and
the
whole
bileing
of
people
was
mixed
up
in
the
same
business
,
and
no
other
.
And
yet
a
married
woman
,
possessing
your
attractions
,
shuts
her
eyes
(
and
sparklers
too
)
,
and
goes
and
runs
her
delicate
-
formed
head
against
a
wall
.
Why
,
I
am
ashamed
of
you
!
(
I
expected
Mr
.
Woodcourt
might
have
got
it
by
this
time
.
)
"
Mrs
.
Snagsby
shook
her
head
and
put
her
handkerchief
to
her
eyes
.
"
Is
that
all
?
"
said
Mr
.
Bucket
excitedly
.
"
No
.
See
what
happens
.
Another
person
mixed
up
in
that
business
and
no
other
,
a
person
in
a
wretched
state
,
comes
here
to
-
night
and
is
seen
a
-
speaking
to
your
maid
-
servant
;
and
between
her
and
your
maid
-
servant
there
passes
a
paper
that
I
would
give
a
hundred
pound
for
,
down
.
What
do
you
do
?
You
hide
and
you
watch
’
em
,
and
you
pounce
upon
that
maid
-
servant
—
knowing
what
she
’
s
subject
to
and
what
a
little
thing
will
bring
’
em
on
—
in
that
surprising
manner
and
with
that
severity
that
,
by
the
Lord
,
she
goes
off
and
keeps
off
,
when
a
life
may
be
hanging
upon
that
girl
’
s
words
!
"
He
so
thoroughly
meant
what
he
said
now
that
I
involuntarily
clasped
my
hands
and
felt
the
room
turning
away
from
me
.
But
it
stopped
.
Mr
.
Woodcourt
came
in
,
put
a
paper
into
his
hand
,
and
went
away
again
.
"
Now
,
Mrs
.
Snagsby
,
the
only
amends
you
can
make
,
"
said
Mr
.
Bucket
,
rapidly
glancing
at
it
,
"
is
to
let
me
speak
a
word
to
this
young
lady
in
private
here
.
And
if
you
know
of
any
help
that
you
can
give
to
that
gentleman
in
the
next
kitchen
there
or
can
think
of
any
one
thing
that
’
s
likelier
than
another
to
bring
the
girl
round
,
do
your
swiftest
and
best
!
"
In
an
instant
she
was
gone
,
and
he
had
shut
the
door
.
"
Now
my
dear
,
you
’
re
steady
and
quite
sure
of
yourself
?
"
"
Quite
,
"
said
I
.
"
Whose
writing
is
that
?
"
It
was
my
mother
’
s
.
A
pencil
-
writing
,
on
a
crushed
and
torn
piece
of
paper
,
blotted
with
wet
.
Folded
roughly
like
a
letter
,
and
directed
to
me
at
my
guardian
’
s
.
"
You
know
the
hand
,
"
he
said
,
"
and
if
you
are
firm
enough
to
read
it
to
me
,
do
!
But
be
particular
to
a
word
.
"
It
had
been
written
in
portions
,
at
different
times
.
I
read
what
follows
:
I
came
to
the
cottage
with
two
objects
.
First
,
to
see
the
dear
one
,
if
I
could
,
once
more
—
but
only
to
see
her
—
not
to
speak
to
her
or
let
her
know
that
I
was
near
.
The
other
object
,
to
elude
pursuit
and
to
be
lost
.
Do
not
blame
the
mother
for
her
share
.
The
assistance
that
she
rendered
me
,
she
rendered
on
my
strongest
assurance
that
it
was
for
the
dear
one
’
s
good
.
You
remember
her
dead
child
.
The
men
’
s
consent
I
bought
,
but
her
help
was
freely
given
.
"
’
I
came
.
’
That
was
written
,
"
said
my
companion
,
"
when
she
rested
there
.
It
bears
out
what
I
made
of
it
.
I
was
right
.
"
The
next
was
written
at
another
time
:
I
have
wandered
a
long
distance
,
and
for
many
hours
,
and
I
know
that
I
must
soon
die
.
These
streets
!
I
have
no
purpose
but
to
die
.
When
I
left
,
I
had
a
worse
,
but
I
am
saved
from
adding
that
guilt
to
the
rest
.
Cold
,
wet
,
and
fatigue
are
sufficient
causes
for
my
being
found
dead
,
but
I
shall
die
of
others
,
though
I
suffer
from
these
.
It
was
right
that
all
that
had
sustained
me
should
give
way
at
once
and
that
I
should
die
of
terror
and
my
conscience
.
"
Take
courage
,
"
said
Mr
.
Bucket
.
"
There
’
s
only
a
few
words
more
.
"
Those
,
too
,
were
written
at
another
time
.
To
all
appearance
,
almost
in
the
dark
:
I
have
done
all
I
could
do
to
be
lost
.
I
shall
be
soon
forgotten
so
,
and
shall
disgrace
him
least
.
I
have
nothing
about
me
by
which
I
can
be
recognized
.
This
paper
I
part
with
now
.
The
place
where
I
shall
lie
down
,
if
I
can
get
so
far
,
has
been
often
in
my
mind
.
Farewell
.
Forgive
.
Mr
.
Bucket
,
supporting
me
with
his
arm
,
lowered
me
gently
into
my
chair
.
"
Cheer
up
!
Don
’
t
think
me
hard
with
you
,
my
dear
,
but
as
soon
as
ever
you
feel
equal
to
it
,
get
your
shoes
on
and
be
ready
.
"
I
did
as
he
required
,
but
I
was
left
there
a
long
time
,
praying
for
my
unhappy
mother
.
They
were
all
occupied
with
the
poor
girl
,
and
I
heard
Mr
.
Woodcourt
directing
them
and
speaking
to
her
often
.
At
length
he
came
in
with
Mr
.
Bucket
and
said
that
as
it
was
important
to
address
her
gently
,
he
thought
it
best
that
I
should
ask
her
for
whatever
information
we
desired
to
obtain
.
There
was
no
doubt
that
she
could
now
reply
to
questions
if
she
were
soothed
and
not
alarmed
.
The
questions
,
Mr
.
Bucket
said
,
were
how
she
came
by
the
letter
,
what
passed
between
her
and
the
person
who
gave
her
the
letter
,
and
where
the
person
went
.
Holding
my
mind
as
steadily
as
I
could
to
these
points
,
I
went
into
the
next
room
with
them
.
Mr
.
Woodcourt
would
have
remained
outside
,
but
at
my
solicitation
went
in
with
us
.
The
poor
girl
was
sitting
on
the
floor
where
they
had
laid
her
down
.
They
stood
around
her
,
though
at
a
little
distance
,
that
she
might
have
air
.
She
was
not
pretty
and
looked
weak
and
poor
,
but
she
had
a
plaintive
and
a
good
face
,
though
it
was
still
a
little
wild
.
I
kneeled
on
the
ground
beside
her
and
put
her
poor
head
upon
my
shoulder
,
whereupon
she
drew
her
arm
round
my
neck
and
burst
into
tears
.
"
My
poor
girl
,
"
said
I
,
laying
my
face
against
her
forehead
,
for
indeed
I
was
crying
too
,
and
trembling
,
"
it
seems
cruel
to
trouble
you
now
,
but
more
depends
on
our
knowing
something
about
this
letter
than
I
could
tell
you
in
an
hour
.
"
She
began
piteously
declaring
that
she
didn
’
t
mean
any
harm
,
she
didn
’
t
mean
any
harm
,
Mrs
.
Snagsby
!
"
We
are
all
sure
of
that
,
"
said
I
.
"
But
pray
tell
me
how
you
got
it
.
"
"
Yes
,
dear
lady
,
I
will
,
and
tell
you
true
.
I
’
ll
tell
true
,
indeed
,
Mrs
.
Snagsby
.
"
"
I
am
sure
of
that
,
"
said
I
.
"
And
how
was
it
?
"
"
I
had
been
out
on
an
errand
,
dear
lady
—
long
after
it
was
dark
—
quite
late
;
and
when
I
came
home
,
I
found
a
common
-
looking
person
,
all
wet
and
muddy
,
looking
up
at
our
house
.
When
she
saw
me
coming
in
at
the
door
,
she
called
me
back
and
said
did
I
live
here
.
And
I
said
yes
,
and
she
said
she
knew
only
one
or
two
places
about
here
,
but
had
lost
her
way
and
couldn
’
t
find
them
.
Oh
,
what
shall
I
do
,
what
shall
I
do
!
They
won
’
t
believe
me
!
She
didn
’
t
say
any
harm
to
me
,
and
I
didn
’
t
say
any
harm
to
her
,
indeed
,
Mrs
.
Snagsby
!
"
It
was
necessary
for
her
mistress
to
comfort
her
—
which
she
did
,
I
must
say
,
with
a
good
deal
of
contrition
—
before
she
could
be
got
beyond
this
.
"
She
could
not
find
those
places
,
"
said
I
.
"
No
!
"
cried
the
girl
,
shaking
her
head
.
"
No
!
Couldn
’
t
find
them
.
And
she
was
so
faint
,
and
lame
,
and
miserable
,
Oh
so
wretched
,
that
if
you
had
seen
her
,
Mr
.
Snagsby
,
you
’
d
have
given
her
half
a
crown
,
I
know
!
"
"
Well
,
Guster
,
my
girl
,
"
said
he
,
at
first
not
knowing
what
to
say
.
"
I
hope
I
should
.
"
"
And
yet
she
was
so
well
spoken
,
"
said
the
girl
,
looking
at
me
with
wide
open
eyes
,
"
that
it
made
a
person
’
s
heart
bleed
.
And
so
she
said
to
me
,
did
I
know
the
way
to
the
burying
ground
?
And
I
asked
her
which
burying
ground
.
And
she
said
,
the
poor
burying
ground
.
And
so
I
told
her
I
had
been
a
poor
child
myself
,
and
it
was
according
to
parishes
.
But
she
said
she
meant
a
poor
burying
ground
not
very
far
from
here
,
where
there
was
an
archway
,
and
a
step
,
and
an
iron
gate
.
"
As
I
watched
her
face
and
soothed
her
to
go
on
,
I
saw
that
Mr
.
Bucket
received
this
with
a
look
which
I
could
not
separate
from
one
of
alarm
.
"
Oh
,
dear
,
dear
!
"
cried
the
girl
,
pressing
her
hair
back
with
her
hands
.
"
What
shall
I
do
,
what
shall
I
do
!
She
meant
the
burying
ground
where
the
man
was
buried
that
took
the
sleeping
-
stuff
—
that
you
came
home
and
told
us
of
,
Mr
.
Snagsby
—
that
frightened
me
so
,
Mrs
.
Snagsby
.
Oh
,
I
am
frightened
again
.
Hold
me
!
"
"
You
are
so
much
better
now
,
"
sald
I
.
"
Pray
,
pray
tell
me
more
.
"
"
Yes
I
will
,
yes
I
will
!
But
don
’
t
be
angry
with
me
,
that
’
s
a
dear
lady
,
because
I
have
been
so
ill
.
"
Angry
with
her
,
poor
soul
!
"
There
!
Now
I
will
,
now
I
will
.
So
she
said
,
could
I
tell
her
how
to
find
it
,
and
I
said
yes
,
and
I
told
her
;
and
she
looked
at
me
with
eyes
like
almost
as
if
she
was
blind
,
and
herself
all
waving
back
.
And
so
she
took
out
the
letter
,
and
showed
it
me
,
and
said
if
she
was
to
put
that
in
the
post
-
office
,
it
would
be
rubbed
out
and
not
minded
and
never
sent
;
and
would
I
take
it
from
her
,
and
send
it
,
and
the
messenger
would
be
paid
at
the
house
.
And
so
I
said
yes
,
if
it
was
no
harm
,
and
she
said
no
—
no
harm
.
And
so
I
took
it
from
her
,
and
she
said
she
had
nothing
to
give
me
,
and
I
said
I
was
poor
myself
and
consequently
wanted
nothing
.
And
so
she
said
God
bless
you
,
and
went
.
"
"
And
did
she
go
—
"
"
Yes
,
"
cried
the
girl
,
anticipating
the
inquiry
.
"
Yes
!
She
went
the
way
I
had
shown
her
.
Then
I
came
in
,
and
Mrs
.
Snagsby
came
behind
me
from
somewhere
and
laid
hold
of
me
,
and
I
was
frightened
.
"
Mr
.
Woodcourt
took
her
kindly
from
me
.
Mr
.
Bucket
wrapped
me
up
,
and
immediately
we
were
in
the
street
.
Mr
.
Woodcourt
hesitated
,
but
I
said
,
"
Don
’
t
leave
me
now
!
"
and
Mr
.
Bucket
added
,
"
You
’
ll
be
better
with
us
,
we
may
want
you
;
don
’
t
lose
time
!
"
I
have
the
most
confused
impressions
of
that
walk
.
I
recollect
that
it
was
neither
night
nor
day
,
that
morning
was
dawning
but
the
street
-
lamps
were
not
yet
put
out
,
that
the
sleet
was
still
falling
and
that
all
the
ways
were
deep
with
it
.
I
recollect
a
few
chilled
people
passing
in
the
streets
.
I
recollect
the
wet
house
-
tops
,
the
clogged
and
bursting
gutters
and
water
-
spouts
,
the
mounds
of
blackened
ice
and
snow
over
which
we
passed
,
the
narrowness
of
the
courts
by
which
we
went
.
At
the
same
time
I
remember
that
the
poor
girl
seemed
to
be
yet
telling
her
story
audibly
and
plainly
in
my
hearing
,
that
I
could
feel
her
resting
on
my
arm
,
that
the
stained
house
-
fronts
put
on
human
shapes
and
looked
at
me
,
that
great
water
-
gates
seemed
to
be
opening
and
closing
in
my
head
or
in
the
air
,
and
that
the
unreal
things
were
more
substantial
than
the
real
.
At
last
we
stood
under
a
dark
and
miserable
covered
way
,
where
one
lamp
was
burning
over
an
iron
gate
and
where
the
morning
faintly
struggled
in
.
The
gate
was
closed
.
Beyond
it
was
a
burial
ground
—
a
dreadful
spot
in
which
the
night
was
very
slowly
stirring
,
but
where
I
could
dimly
see
heaps
of
dishonoured
graves
and
stones
,
hemmed
in
by
filthy
houses
with
a
few
dull
lights
in
their
windows
and
on
whose
walls
a
thick
humidity
broke
out
like
a
disease
.
On
the
step
at
the
gate
,
drenched
in
the
fearful
wet
of
such
a
place
,
which
oozed
and
splashed
down
everywhere
,
I
saw
,
with
a
cry
of
pity
and
horror
,
a
woman
lying
—
Jenny
,
the
mother
of
the
dead
child
.
I
ran
forward
,
but
they
stopped
me
,
and
Mr
.
Woodcourt
entreated
me
with
the
greatest
earnestness
,
even
with
tears
,
before
I
went
up
to
the
figure
to
listen
for
an
instant
to
what
Mr
.
Bucket
said
.
I
did
so
,
as
I
thought
.
I
did
so
,
as
I
am
sure
.
"
Miss
Summerson
,
you
’
ll
understand
me
,
if
you
think
a
moment
.
They
changed
clothes
at
the
cottage
.
"
They
changed
clothes
at
the
cottage
.
I
could
repeat
the
words
in
my
mind
,
and
I
knew
what
they
meant
of
themselves
,
but
I
attached
no
meaning
to
them
in
any
other
connexion
.
"
And
one
returned
,
"
said
Mr
.
Bucket
,
"
and
one
went
on
.
And
the
one
that
went
on
only
went
on
a
certain
way
agreed
upon
to
deceive
and
then
turned
across
country
and
went
home
.
Think
a
moment
!
"
I
could
repeat
this
in
my
mind
too
,
but
I
had
not
the
least
idea
what
it
meant
.
I
saw
before
me
,
lying
on
the
step
,
the
mother
of
the
dead
child
.
She
lay
there
with
one
arm
creeping
round
a
bar
of
the
iron
gate
and
seeming
to
embrace
it
.
She
lay
there
,
who
had
so
lately
spoken
to
my
mother
.
She
lay
there
,
a
distressed
,
unsheltered
,
senseless
creature
.
She
who
had
brought
my
mother
’
s
letter
,
who
could
give
me
the
only
clue
to
where
my
mother
was
;
she
,
who
was
to
guide
us
to
rescue
and
save
her
whom
we
had
sought
so
far
,
who
had
come
to
this
condition
by
some
means
connected
with
my
mother
that
I
could
not
follow
,
and
might
be
passing
beyond
our
reach
and
help
at
that
moment
;
she
lay
there
,
and
they
stopped
me
!
I
saw
but
did
not
comprehend
the
solemn
and
compassionate
look
in
Mr
.
Woodcourt
’
s
face
.
I
saw
but
did
not
comprehend
his
touching
the
other
on
the
breast
to
keep
him
back
.
I
saw
him
stand
uncovered
in
the
bitter
air
,
with
a
reverence
for
something
.
But
my
understanding
for
all
this
was
gone
.
I
even
heard
it
said
between
them
,
"
Shall
she
go
?
"
"
She
had
better
go
.
Her
hands
should
be
the
first
to
touch
her
.
They
have
a
higher
right
than
ours
.
"
I
passed
on
to
the
gate
and
stooped
down
.
I
lifted
the
heavy
head
,
put
the
long
dank
hair
aside
,
and
turned
the
face
And
it
was
my
mother
,
cold
and
dead
.
I
proceed
to
other
passages
of
my
narrative
.
From
the
goodness
of
all
about
me
I
derived
such
consolation
as
I
can
never
think
of
unmoved
.
I
have
already
said
so
much
of
myself
,
and
so
much
still
remains
,
that
I
will
not
dwell
upon
my
sorrow
.
I
had
an
illness
,
but
it
was
not
a
long
one
;
and
I
would
avoid
even
this
mention
of
it
if
I
could
quite
keep
down
the
recollection
of
their
sympathy
.
I
proceed
to
other
passages
of
my
narrative
.
During
the
time
of
my
illness
,
we
were
still
in
London
,
where
Mrs
.
Woodcourt
had
come
,
on
my
guardian
’
s
invitation
,
to
stay
with
us
.
When
my
guardian
thought
me
well
and
cheerful
enough
to
talk
with
him
in
our
old
way
—
though
I
could
have
done
that
sooner
if
he
would
have
believed
me
—
I
resumed
my
work
and
my
chair
beside
his
.
He
had
appointed
the
time
himself
,
and
we
were
alone
.
"
Dame
Trot
,
"
said
he
,
receiving
me
with
a
kiss
,
"
welcome
to
the
growlery
again
,
my
dear
.
I
have
a
scheme
to
develop
,
little
woman
.
I
propose
to
remain
here
,
perhaps
for
six
months
,
perhaps
for
a
longer
time
—
as
it
may
be
.
Quite
to
settle
here
for
a
while
,
in
short
.
"
"
And
in
the
meanwhile
leave
Bleak
House
?
"
said
I
.
"
Aye
,
my
dear
?
Bleak
House
,
"
he
returned
,
"
must
learn
to
take
care
of
itself
.
"
I
thought
his
tone
sounded
sorrowful
,
but
looking
at
him
,
I
saw
his
kind
face
lighted
up
by
its
pleasantest
smile
.
"
Bleak
House
,
"
he
repeated
—
and
his
tone
did
NOT
sound
sorrowful
,
I
found
—
"
must
learn
to
take
care
of
itself
.
It
is
a
long
way
from
Ada
,
my
dear
,
and
Ada
stands
much
in
need
of
you
.
"
"
It
’
s
like
you
,
guardian
,
"
said
I
,
"
to
have
been
taking
that
into
consideration
for
a
happy
surprise
to
both
of
us
.
