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Besides
ourselves
,
there
were
in
this
damp
,
offensive
room
a
woman
with
a
black
eye
,
nursing
a
poor
little
gasping
baby
by
the
fire
;
a
man
,
all
stained
with
clay
and
mud
and
looking
very
dissipated
,
lying
at
full
length
on
the
ground
,
smoking
a
pipe
;
a
powerful
young
man
fastening
a
collar
on
a
dog
;
and
a
bold
girl
doing
some
kind
of
washing
in
very
dirty
water
.
They
all
looked
up
at
us
as
we
came
in
,
and
the
woman
seemed
to
turn
her
face
towards
the
fire
as
if
to
hide
her
bruised
eye
;
nobody
gave
us
any
welcome
.
"
Well
,
my
friends
,
"
said
Mrs
.
Pardiggle
,
but
her
voice
had
not
a
friendly
sound
,
I
thought
;
it
was
much
too
business
-
like
and
systematic
.
"
How
do
you
do
,
all
of
you
?
I
am
here
again
.
I
told
you
,
you
couldn
’
t
tire
me
,
you
know
.
I
am
fond
of
hard
work
,
and
am
true
to
my
word
.
"
"
There
an
’
t
,
"
growled
the
man
on
the
floor
,
whose
head
rested
on
his
hand
as
he
stared
at
us
,
"
any
more
on
you
to
come
in
,
is
there
?
"
"
No
,
my
friend
,
"
said
Mrs
.
Pardiggle
,
seating
herself
on
one
stool
and
knocking
down
another
.
"
We
are
all
here
.
"
"
Because
I
thought
there
warn
’
t
enough
of
you
,
perhaps
?
"
said
the
man
,
with
his
pipe
between
his
lips
as
he
looked
round
upon
us
.
The
young
man
and
the
girl
both
laughed
.
Two
friends
of
the
young
man
,
whom
we
had
attracted
to
the
doorway
and
who
stood
there
with
their
hands
in
their
pockets
,
echoed
the
laugh
noisily
.
"
You
can
’
t
tire
me
,
good
people
,
"
said
Mrs
.
Pardiggle
to
these
latter
.
"
I
enjoy
hard
work
,
and
the
harder
you
make
mine
,
the
better
I
like
it
.
"
"
Then
make
it
easy
for
her
!
"
growled
the
man
upon
the
floor
.
"
I
wants
it
done
,
and
over
.
I
wants
a
end
of
these
liberties
took
with
my
place
.
I
wants
an
end
of
being
drawed
like
a
badger
.
Now
you
’
re
a
-
going
to
poll
-
pry
and
question
according
to
custom
—
I
know
what
you
’
re
a
-
going
to
be
up
to
.
Well
!
You
haven
’
t
got
no
occasion
to
be
up
to
it
.
I
’
ll
save
you
the
trouble
.
Is
my
daughter
a
-
washin
?
Yes
,
she
IS
a
-
washin
.
Look
at
the
water
.
Smell
it
!
That
’
s
wot
we
drinks
.
How
do
you
like
it
,
and
what
do
you
think
of
gin
instead
!
An
’
t
my
place
dirty
?
Yes
,
it
is
dirty
—
it
’
s
nat
’
rally
dirty
,
and
it
’
s
nat
’
rally
onwholesome
;
and
we
’
ve
had
five
dirty
and
onwholesome
children
,
as
is
all
dead
infants
,
and
so
much
the
better
for
them
,
and
for
us
besides
.
Have
I
read
the
little
book
wot
you
left
?
No
,
I
an
’
t
read
the
little
book
wot
you
left
.
There
an
’
t
nobody
here
as
knows
how
to
read
it
;
and
if
there
wos
,
it
wouldn
’
t
be
suitable
to
me
.
It
’
s
a
book
fit
for
a
babby
,
and
I
’
m
not
a
babby
.
If
you
was
to
leave
me
a
doll
,
I
shouldn
’
t
nuss
it
.
How
have
I
been
conducting
of
myself
?
Why
,
I
’
ve
been
drunk
for
three
days
;
and
I
’
da
been
drunk
four
if
I
’
da
had
the
money
.
Don
’
t
I
never
mean
for
to
go
to
church
?
No
,
I
don
’
t
never
mean
for
to
go
to
church
.
I
shouldn
’
t
be
expected
there
,
if
I
did
;
the
beadle
’
s
too
gen
-
teel
for
me
.
And
how
did
my
wife
get
that
black
eye
?
Why
,
I
give
it
her
;
and
if
she
says
I
didn
’
t
,
she
’
s
a
lie
!
"
He
had
pulled
his
pipe
out
of
his
mouth
to
say
all
this
,
and
he
now
turned
over
on
his
other
side
and
smoked
again
.
Mrs
.
Pardiggle
,
who
had
been
regarding
him
through
her
spectacles
with
a
forcible
composure
,
calculated
,
I
could
not
help
thinking
,
to
increase
his
antagonism
,
pulled
out
a
good
book
as
if
it
were
a
constable
’
s
staff
and
took
the
whole
family
into
custody
.
I
mean
into
religious
custody
,
of
course
;
but
she
really
did
it
as
if
she
were
an
inexorable
moral
policeman
carrying
them
all
off
to
a
station
-
house
.
Ada
and
I
were
very
uncomfortable
.
We
both
felt
intrusive
and
out
of
place
,
and
we
both
thought
that
Mrs
.
Pardiggle
would
have
got
on
infinitely
better
if
she
had
not
had
such
a
mechanical
way
of
taking
possession
of
people
.
The
children
sulked
and
stared
;
the
family
took
no
notice
of
us
whatever
,
except
when
the
young
man
made
the
dog
bark
,
which
he
usually
did
when
Mrs
.
Pardiggle
was
most
emphatic
.
We
both
felt
painfully
sensible
that
between
us
and
these
people
there
was
an
iron
barrier
which
could
not
be
removed
by
our
new
friend
.
By
whom
or
how
it
could
be
removed
,
we
did
not
know
,
but
we
knew
that
.
Even
what
she
read
and
said
seemed
to
us
to
be
ill
-
chosen
for
such
auditors
,
if
it
had
been
imparted
ever
so
modestly
and
with
ever
so
much
tact
.
As
to
the
little
book
to
which
the
man
on
the
floor
had
referred
,
we
acquired
a
knowledge
of
it
afterwards
,
and
Mr
.
Jarndyce
said
he
doubted
if
Robinson
Crusoe
could
have
read
it
,
though
he
had
had
no
other
on
his
desolate
island
.
We
were
much
relieved
,
under
these
circumstances
,
when
Mrs
.
Pardiggle
left
off
.
The
man
on
the
floor
,
then
turning
his
head
round
again
,
said
morosely
,
"
Well
!
You
’
ve
done
,
have
you
?
"
"
For
to
-
day
,
I
have
,
my
friend
.
But
I
am
never
fatigued
.
I
shall
come
to
you
again
in
your
regular
order
,
"
returned
Mrs
.
Pardiggle
with
demonstrative
cheerfulness
.
"
So
long
as
you
goes
now
,
"
said
he
,
folding
his
arms
and
shutting
his
eyes
with
an
oath
,
"
you
may
do
wot
you
like
!
"
Mrs
.
Pardiggle
accordingly
rose
and
made
a
little
vortex
in
the
confined
room
from
which
the
pipe
itself
very
narrowly
escaped
.
Taking
one
of
her
young
family
in
each
hand
,
and
telling
the
others
to
follow
closely
,
and
expressing
her
hope
that
the
brickmaker
and
all
his
house
would
be
improved
when
she
saw
them
next
,
she
then
proceeded
to
another
cottage
.
I
hope
it
is
not
unkind
in
me
to
say
that
she
certainly
did
make
,
in
this
as
in
everything
else
,
a
show
that
was
not
conciliatory
of
doing
charity
by
wholesale
and
of
dealing
in
it
to
a
large
extent
.
She
supposed
that
we
were
following
her
,
but
as
soon
as
the
space
was
left
clear
,
we
approached
the
woman
sitting
by
the
fire
to
ask
if
the
baby
were
ill
.
She
only
looked
at
it
as
it
lay
on
her
lap
.
We
had
observed
before
that
when
she
looked
at
it
she
covered
her
discoloured
eye
with
her
hand
,
as
though
she
wished
to
separate
any
association
with
noise
and
violence
and
ill
treatment
from
the
poor
little
child
.
Ada
,
whose
gentle
heart
was
moved
by
its
appearance
,
bent
down
to
touch
its
little
face
.
As
she
did
so
,
I
saw
what
happened
and
drew
her
back
.
The
child
died
.
"
Oh
,
Esther
!
"
cried
Ada
,
sinking
on
her
knees
beside
it
.
"
Look
here
!
Oh
,
Esther
,
my
love
,
the
little
thing
!
The
suffering
,
quiet
,
pretty
little
thing
!
I
am
so
sorry
for
it
.
I
am
so
sorry
for
the
mother
.
I
never
saw
a
sight
so
pitiful
as
this
before
!
Oh
,
baby
,
baby
!
"
Such
compassion
,
such
gentleness
,
as
that
with
which
she
bent
down
weeping
and
put
her
hand
upon
the
mother
’
s
might
have
softened
any
mother
’
s
heart
that
ever
beat
.
The
woman
at
first
gazed
at
her
in
astonishment
and
then
burst
into
tears
.
Presently
I
took
the
light
burden
from
her
lap
,
did
what
I
could
to
make
the
baby
’
s
rest
the
prettier
and
gentler
,
laid
it
on
a
shelf
,
and
covered
it
with
my
own
handkerchief
.
We
tried
to
comfort
the
mother
,
and
we
whispered
to
her
what
Our
Saviour
said
of
children
.
She
answered
nothing
,
but
sat
weeping
—
weeping
very
much
.
When
I
turned
,
I
found
that
the
young
man
had
taken
out
the
dog
and
was
standing
at
the
door
looking
in
upon
us
with
dry
eyes
,
but
quiet
.
The
girl
was
quiet
too
and
sat
in
a
corner
looking
on
the
ground
.
The
man
had
risen
.
He
still
smoked
his
pipe
with
an
air
of
defiance
,
but
he
was
silent
.
An
ugly
woman
,
very
poorly
clothed
,
hurried
in
while
I
was
glancing
at
them
,
and
coming
straight
up
to
the
mother
,
said
,
"
Jenny
!
Jenny
!
"
The
mother
rose
on
being
so
addressed
and
fell
upon
the
woman
’
s
neck
.
She
also
had
upon
her
face
and
arms
the
marks
of
ill
usage
.
She
had
no
kind
of
grace
about
her
,
but
the
grace
of
sympathy
;
but
when
she
condoled
with
the
woman
,
and
her
own
tears
fell
,
she
wanted
no
beauty
.
I
say
condoled
,
but
her
only
words
were
"
Jenny
!
Jenny
!
"
All
the
rest
was
in
the
tone
in
which
she
said
them
.
I
thought
it
very
touching
to
see
these
two
women
,
coarse
and
shabby
and
beaten
,
so
united
;
to
see
what
they
could
be
to
one
another
;
to
see
how
they
felt
for
one
another
,
how
the
heart
of
each
to
each
was
softened
by
the
hard
trials
of
their
lives
.
I
think
the
best
side
of
such
people
is
almost
hidden
from
us
.
What
the
poor
are
to
the
poor
is
little
known
,
excepting
to
themselves
and
God
.
We
felt
it
better
to
withdraw
and
leave
them
uninterrupted
.
We
stole
out
quietly
and
without
notice
from
any
one
except
the
man
.
He
was
leaning
against
the
wall
near
the
door
,
and
finding
that
there
was
scarcely
room
for
us
to
pass
,
went
out
before
us
.
He
seemed
to
want
to
hide
that
he
did
this
on
our
account
,
but
we
perceived
that
he
did
,
and
thanked
him
.
He
made
no
answer
.
Ada
was
so
full
of
grief
all
the
way
home
,
and
Richard
,
whom
we
found
at
home
,
was
so
distressed
to
see
her
in
tears
(
though
he
said
to
me
,
when
she
was
not
present
,
how
beautiful
it
was
too
!
)
,
that
we
arranged
to
return
at
night
with
some
little
comforts
and
repeat
our
visit
at
the
brick
-
maker
’
s
house
.
We
said
as
little
as
we
could
to
Mr
.
Jarndyce
,
but
the
wind
changed
directly
.
Richard
accompanied
us
at
night
to
the
scene
of
our
morning
expedition
.
On
our
way
there
,
we
had
to
pass
a
noisy
drinking
-
house
,
where
a
number
of
men
were
flocking
about
the
door
.
Among
them
,
and
prominent
in
some
dispute
,
was
the
father
of
the
little
child
.
At
a
short
distance
,
we
passed
the
young
man
and
the
dog
,
in
congenial
company
.
The
sister
was
standing
laughing
and
talking
with
some
other
young
women
at
the
corner
of
the
row
of
cottages
,
but
she
seemed
ashamed
and
turned
away
as
we
went
by
.
We
left
our
escort
within
sight
of
the
brickmaker
’
s
dwelling
and
proceeded
by
ourselves
.
When
we
came
to
the
door
,
we
found
the
woman
who
had
brought
such
consolation
with
her
standing
there
looking
anxiously
out
.
"
It
’
s
you
,
young
ladies
,
is
it
?
"
she
said
in
a
whisper
.
"
I
’
m
a
-
watching
for
my
master
.
My
heart
’
s
in
my
mouth
.
If
he
was
to
catch
me
away
from
home
,
he
’
d
pretty
near
murder
me
.
"
"
Do
you
mean
your
husband
?
"
said
I
.
"
Yes
,
miss
,
my
master
.
Jenny
’
s
asleep
,
quite
worn
out
.
She
’
s
scarcely
had
the
child
off
her
lap
,
poor
thing
,
these
seven
days
and
nights
,
except
when
I
’
ve
been
able
to
take
it
for
a
minute
or
two
.
"
As
she
gave
way
for
us
,
she
went
softly
in
and
put
what
we
had
brought
near
the
miserable
bed
on
which
the
mother
slept
.
No
effort
had
been
made
to
clean
the
room
—
it
seemed
in
its
nature
almost
hopeless
of
being
clean
;
but
the
small
waxen
form
from
which
so
much
solemnity
diffused
itself
had
been
composed
afresh
,
and
washed
,
and
neatly
dressed
in
some
fragments
of
white
linen
;
and
on
my
handkerchief
,
which
still
covered
the
poor
baby
,
a
little
bunch
of
sweet
herbs
had
been
laid
by
the
same
rough
,
scarred
hands
,
so
lightly
,
so
tenderly
!
"
May
heaven
reward
you
!
"
we
said
to
her
.
"
You
are
a
good
woman
.
"
"
Me
,
young
ladies
?
"
she
returned
with
surprise
.
"
Hush
!
Jenny
,
Jenny
!
"
The
mother
had
moaned
in
her
sleep
and
moved
.
The
sound
of
the
familiar
voice
seemed
to
calm
her
again
.
She
was
quiet
once
more
How
little
I
thought
,
when
I
raised
my
handkerchief
to
look
upon
the
tiny
sleeper
underneath
and
seemed
to
see
a
halo
shine
around
the
child
through
Ada
’
s
drooping
hair
as
her
pity
bent
her
head
—
how
little
I
thought
in
whose
unquiet
bosom
that
handkerchief
would
come
to
lie
after
covering
the
motionless
and
peaceful
breast
!
I
only
thought
that
perhaps
the
Angel
of
the
child
might
not
be
all
unconscious
of
the
woman
who
replaced
it
with
so
compassionate
a
hand
;
not
all
unconscious
of
her
presently
,
when
we
had
taken
leave
,
and
left
her
at
the
door
,
by
turns
looking
,
and
listening
in
terror
for
herself
,
and
saying
in
her
old
soothing
manner
,
"
Jenny
,
Jenny
!
"
I
don
’
t
know
how
it
is
I
seem
to
be
always
writing
about
myself
.
I
mean
all
the
time
to
write
about
other
people
,
and
I
try
to
think
about
myself
as
little
as
possible
,
and
I
am
sure
,
when
I
find
myself
coming
into
the
story
again
,
I
am
really
vexed
and
say
,
"
Dear
,
dear
,
you
tiresome
little
creature
,
I
wish
you
wouldn
’
t
!
"
but
it
is
all
of
no
use
.
I
hope
any
one
who
may
read
what
I
write
will
understand
that
if
these
pages
contain
a
great
deal
about
me
,
I
can
only
suppose
it
must
be
because
I
have
really
something
to
do
with
them
and
can
’
t
be
kept
out
.
My
darling
and
I
read
together
,
and
worked
,
and
practised
,
and
found
so
much
employment
for
our
time
that
the
winter
days
flew
by
us
like
bright
-
winged
birds
.
Generally
in
the
afternoons
,
and
always
in
the
evenings
,
Richard
gave
us
his
company
.
Although
he
was
one
of
the
most
restless
creatures
in
the
world
,
he
certainly
was
very
fond
of
our
society
.
He
was
very
,
very
,
very
fond
of
Ada
.
I
mean
it
,
and
I
had
better
say
it
at
once
.
I
had
never
seen
any
young
people
falling
in
love
before
,
but
I
found
them
out
quite
soon
.
I
could
not
say
so
,
of
course
,
or
show
that
I
knew
anything
about
it
.
On
the
contrary
,
I
was
so
demure
and
used
to
seem
so
unconscious
that
sometimes
I
considered
within
myself
while
I
was
sitting
at
work
whether
I
was
not
growing
quite
deceitful
.
But
there
was
no
help
for
it
.
All
I
had
to
do
was
to
be
quiet
,
and
I
was
as
quiet
as
a
mouse
.
They
were
as
quiet
as
mice
too
,
so
far
as
any
words
were
concerned
,
but
the
innocent
manner
in
which
they
relied
more
and
more
upon
me
as
they
took
more
and
more
to
one
another
was
so
charming
that
I
had
great
difficulty
in
not
showing
how
it
interested
me
.
"
Our
dear
little
old
woman
is
such
a
capital
old
woman
,
"
Richard
would
say
,
coming
up
to
meet
me
in
the
garden
early
,
with
his
pleasant
laugh
and
perhaps
the
least
tinge
of
a
blush
,
"
that
I
can
’
t
get
on
without
her
.
Before
I
begin
my
harum
-
scarum
day
—
grinding
away
at
those
books
and
instruments
and
then
galloping
up
hill
and
down
dale
,
all
the
country
round
,
like
a
highwayman
—
it
does
me
so
much
good
to
come
and
have
a
steady
walk
with
our
comfortable
friend
,
that
here
I
am
again
!
"
"
You
know
,
Dame
Durden
,
dear
,
"
Ada
would
say
at
night
,
with
her
head
upon
my
shoulder
and
the
firelight
shining
in
her
thoughtful
eyes
,
"
I
don
’
t
want
to
talk
when
we
come
upstairs
here
.
Only
to
sit
a
little
while
thinking
,
with
your
dear
face
for
company
,
and
to
hear
the
wind
and
remember
the
poor
sailors
at
sea
—
"
Ah
!
Perhaps
Richard
was
going
to
be
a
sailor
.
We
had
talked
it
over
very
often
now
,
and
there
was
some
talk
of
gratifying
the
inclination
of
his
childhood
for
the
sea
.
Mr
.
