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Skimpole
,
fixing
the
same
angry
stare
on
each
in
succession
as
they
passed
and
followed
me
.
Mr
.
Jarndyce
gave
him
good
day
.
"
Good
day
!
"
he
said
abruptly
and
fiercely
.
He
was
a
tall
,
sallow
man
with
a
careworn
head
on
which
but
little
hair
remained
,
a
deeply
lined
face
,
and
prominent
eyes
.
He
had
a
combative
look
and
a
chafing
,
irritable
manner
which
,
associated
with
his
figure
—
still
large
and
powerful
,
though
evidently
in
its
decline
—
rather
alarmed
me
.
He
had
a
pen
in
his
hand
,
and
in
the
glimpse
I
caught
of
his
room
in
passing
,
I
saw
that
it
was
covered
with
a
litter
of
papers
.
Leaving
him
standing
there
,
we
went
up
to
the
top
room
.
I
tapped
at
the
door
,
and
a
little
shrill
voice
inside
said
,
"
We
are
locked
in
.
Mrs
.
Blinder
’
s
got
the
key
!
"
I
applied
the
key
on
hearing
this
and
opened
the
door
.
In
a
poor
room
with
a
sloping
ceiling
and
containing
very
little
furniture
was
a
mite
of
a
boy
,
some
five
or
six
years
old
,
nursing
and
hushing
a
heavy
child
of
eighteen
months
.
There
was
no
fire
,
though
the
weather
was
cold
;
both
children
were
wrapped
in
some
poor
shawls
and
tippets
as
a
substitute
.
Their
clothing
was
not
so
warm
,
however
,
but
that
their
noses
looked
red
and
pinched
and
their
small
figures
shrunken
as
the
boy
walked
up
and
down
nursing
and
hushing
the
child
with
its
head
on
his
shoulder
.
"
Who
has
locked
you
up
here
alone
?
"
we
naturally
asked
.
"
Charley
,
"
said
the
boy
,
standing
still
to
gaze
at
us
.
"
Is
Charley
your
brother
?
"
"
No
.
She
’
s
my
sister
,
Charlotte
.
Father
called
her
Charley
.
"
"
Are
there
any
more
of
you
besides
Charley
?
"
"
Me
,
"
said
the
boy
,
"
and
Emma
,
"
patting
the
limp
bonnet
of
the
child
he
was
nursing
.
"
And
Charley
.
"
"
Where
is
Charley
now
?
"
"
Out
a
-
washing
,
"
said
the
boy
,
beginning
to
walk
up
and
down
again
and
taking
the
nankeen
bonnet
much
too
near
the
bedstead
by
trying
to
gaze
at
us
at
the
same
time
.
We
were
looking
at
one
another
and
at
these
two
children
when
there
came
into
the
room
a
very
little
girl
,
childish
in
figure
but
shrewd
and
older
-
looking
in
the
face
—
pretty
-
faced
too
—
wearing
a
womanly
sort
of
bonnet
much
too
large
for
her
and
drying
her
bare
arms
on
a
womanly
sort
of
apron
.
Her
fingers
were
white
and
wrinkled
with
washing
,
and
the
soap
-
suds
were
yet
smoking
which
she
wiped
off
her
arms
.
But
for
this
,
she
might
have
been
a
child
playing
at
washing
and
imitating
a
poor
working
-
woman
with
a
quick
observation
of
the
truth
.
She
had
come
running
from
some
place
in
the
neighbourhood
and
had
made
all
the
haste
she
could
.
Consequently
,
though
she
was
very
light
,
she
was
out
of
breath
and
could
not
speak
at
first
,
as
she
stood
panting
,
and
wiping
her
arms
,
and
looking
quietly
at
us
.
"
Oh
,
here
’
s
Charley
!
"
said
the
boy
.
The
child
he
was
nursing
stretched
forth
its
arms
and
cried
out
to
be
taken
by
Charley
.
The
little
girl
took
it
,
in
a
womanly
sort
of
manner
belonging
to
the
apron
and
the
bonnet
,
and
stood
looking
at
us
over
the
burden
that
clung
to
her
most
affectionately
.
"
Is
it
possible
,
"
whispered
my
guardian
as
we
put
a
chair
for
the
little
creature
and
got
her
to
sit
down
with
her
load
,
the
boy
keeping
close
to
her
,
holding
to
her
apron
,
"
that
this
child
works
for
the
rest
?
Look
at
this
!
For
God
’
s
sake
,
look
at
this
!
"
It
was
a
thing
to
look
at
.
The
three
children
close
together
,
and
two
of
them
relying
solely
on
the
third
,
and
the
third
so
young
and
yet
with
an
air
of
age
and
steadiness
that
sat
so
strangely
on
the
childish
figure
.
"
Charley
,
Charley
!
"
said
my
guardian
.
"
How
old
are
you
?
"
"
Over
thirteen
,
sir
,
"
replied
the
child
.
"
Oh
!
What
a
great
age
,
"
said
my
guardian
.
"
What
a
great
age
,
Charley
!
"
I
cannot
describe
the
tenderness
with
which
he
spoke
to
her
,
half
playfully
yet
all
the
more
compassionately
and
mournfully
.
"
And
do
you
live
alone
here
with
these
babies
,
Charley
?
"
said
my
guardian
.
"
Yes
,
sir
,
"
returned
the
child
,
looking
up
into
his
face
with
perfect
confidence
,
"
since
father
died
.
"
"
And
how
do
you
live
,
Charley
?
Oh
!
Charley
,
"
said
my
guardian
,
turning
his
face
away
for
a
moment
,
"
how
do
you
live
?
"
"
Since
father
died
,
sir
,
I
’
ve
gone
out
to
work
.
I
’
m
out
washing
to
-
day
.
"
"
God
help
you
,
Charley
!
"
said
my
guardian
.
"
You
’
re
not
tall
enough
to
reach
the
tub
!
"
"
In
pattens
I
am
,
sir
,
"
she
said
quickly
.
"
I
’
ve
got
a
high
pair
as
belonged
to
mother
.
"
"
And
when
did
mother
die
?
Poor
mother
!
"
"
Mother
died
just
after
Emma
was
born
,
"
said
the
child
,
glancing
at
the
face
upon
her
bosom
.
"
Then
father
said
I
was
to
be
as
good
a
mother
to
her
as
I
could
.
And
so
I
tried
.
And
so
I
worked
at
home
and
did
cleaning
and
nursing
and
washing
for
a
long
time
before
I
began
to
go
out
.
And
that
’
s
how
I
know
how
;
don
’
t
you
see
,
sir
?
"
"
And
do
you
often
go
out
?
"
"
As
often
as
I
can
,
"
said
Charley
,
opening
her
eyes
and
smiling
,
"
because
of
earning
sixpences
and
shillings
!
"
"
And
do
you
always
lock
the
babies
up
when
you
go
out
?
"
"
To
keep
’
em
safe
,
sir
,
don
’
t
you
see
?
"
said
Charley
.
"
Mrs
.
Blinder
comes
up
now
and
then
,
and
Mr
.
Gridley
comes
up
sometimes
,
and
perhaps
I
can
run
in
sometimes
,
and
they
can
play
you
know
,
and
Tom
an
’
t
afraid
of
being
locked
up
,
are
you
,
Tom
?
"
"
No
-
o
!
"
said
Tom
stoutly
.
"
When
it
comes
on
dark
,
the
lamps
are
lighted
down
in
the
court
,
and
they
show
up
here
quite
bright
—
almost
quite
bright
.
Don
’
t
they
,
Tom
?
"
"
Yes
,
Charley
,
"
said
Tom
,
"
almost
quite
bright
.
"
"
Then
he
’
s
as
good
as
gold
,
"
said
the
little
creature
—
Oh
,
in
such
a
motherly
,
womanly
way
!
"
And
when
Emma
’
s
tired
,
he
puts
her
to
bed
.
And
when
he
’
s
tired
he
goes
to
bed
himself
.
And
when
I
come
home
and
light
the
candle
and
has
a
bit
of
supper
,
he
sits
up
again
and
has
it
with
me
.
Don
’
t
you
,
Tom
?
"
"
Oh
,
yes
,
Charley
!
"
said
Tom
.
"
That
I
do
!
"
And
either
in
this
glimpse
of
the
great
pleasure
of
his
life
or
in
gratitude
and
love
for
Charley
,
who
was
all
in
all
to
him
,
he
laid
his
face
among
the
scanty
folds
of
her
frock
and
passed
from
laughing
into
crying
.
It
was
the
first
time
since
our
entry
that
a
tear
had
been
shed
among
these
children
.
The
little
orphan
girl
had
spoken
of
their
father
and
their
mother
as
if
all
that
sorrow
were
subdued
by
the
necessity
of
taking
courage
,
and
by
her
childish
importance
in
being
able
to
work
,
and
by
her
bustling
busy
way
.
But
now
,
when
Tom
cried
,
although
she
sat
quite
tranquil
,
looking
quietly
at
us
,
and
did
not
by
any
movement
disturb
a
hair
of
the
head
of
either
of
her
little
charges
,
I
saw
two
silent
tears
fall
down
her
face
.
I
stood
at
the
window
with
Ada
,
pretending
to
look
at
the
housetops
,
and
the
blackened
stack
of
chimneys
,
and
the
poor
plants
,
and
the
birds
in
little
cages
belonging
to
the
neighbours
,
when
I
found
that
Mrs
.
Blinder
,
from
the
shop
below
,
had
come
in
(
perhaps
it
had
taken
her
all
this
time
to
get
upstairs
)
and
was
talking
to
my
guardian
.
"
It
’
s
not
much
to
forgive
’
em
the
rent
,
sir
,
"
she
said
;
"
who
could
take
it
from
them
!
"
"
Well
,
well
!
"
said
my
guardian
to
us
two
.
"
It
is
enough
that
the
time
will
come
when
this
good
woman
will
find
that
it
WAS
much
,
and
that
forasmuch
as
she
did
it
unto
the
least
of
these
—
This
child
,
"
he
added
after
a
few
moments
,
"
could
she
possibly
continue
this
?
"
"
Really
,
sir
,
I
think
she
might
,
"
said
Mrs
.
Blinder
,
getting
her
heavy
breath
by
painful
degrees
.
"
She
’
s
as
handy
as
it
’
s
possible
to
be
.
Bless
you
,
sir
,
the
way
she
tended
them
two
children
after
the
mother
died
was
the
talk
of
the
yard
!
And
it
was
a
wonder
to
see
her
with
him
after
he
was
took
ill
,
it
really
was
!
’
Mrs
.
Blinder
,
’
he
said
to
me
the
very
last
he
spoke
—
he
was
lying
there
—
’
Mrs
.
Blinder
,
whatever
my
calling
may
have
been
,
I
see
a
angel
sitting
in
this
room
last
night
along
with
my
child
,
and
I
trust
her
to
Our
Father
!
’
"
"
He
had
no
other
calling
?
"
said
my
guardian
.
"
No
,
sir
,
"
returned
Mrs
.
Blinder
,
"
he
was
nothing
but
a
follerers
.
When
he
first
came
to
lodge
here
,
I
didn
’
t
know
what
he
was
,
and
I
confess
that
when
I
found
out
I
gave
him
notice
.
It
wasn
’
t
liked
in
the
yard
.
It
wasn
’
t
approved
by
the
other
lodgers
.
It
is
NOT
a
genteel
calling
,
"
said
Mrs
.
Blinder
,
"
and
most
people
do
object
to
it
.
Mr
.
Gridley
objected
to
it
very
strong
,
and
he
is
a
good
lodger
,
though
his
temper
has
been
hard
tried
.
"
"
So
you
gave
him
notice
?
"
said
my
guardian
.
"
So
I
gave
him
notice
,
"
said
Mrs
.
Blinder
.
"
But
really
when
the
time
came
,
and
I
knew
no
other
ill
of
him
,
I
was
in
doubts
.
He
was
punctual
and
diligent
;
he
did
what
he
had
to
do
,
sir
,
"
said
Mrs
.
Blinder
,
unconsciously
fixing
Mr
.
Skimpole
with
her
eye
,
"
and
it
’
s
something
in
this
world
even
to
do
that
.
"
"
So
you
kept
him
after
all
?
"
"
Why
,
I
said
that
if
he
could
arrange
with
Mr
.
Gridley
,
I
could
arrange
it
with
the
other
lodgers
and
should
not
so
much
mind
its
being
liked
or
disliked
in
the
yard
.
Mr
.
Gridley
gave
his
consent
gruff
—
but
gave
it
.
He
was
always
gruff
with
him
,
but
he
has
been
kind
to
the
children
since
.
A
person
is
never
known
till
a
person
is
proved
.
"
"
Have
many
people
been
kind
to
the
children
?
"
asked
Mr
.
Jarndyce
.
"
Upon
the
whole
,
not
so
bad
,
sir
,
"
said
Mrs
.
Blinder
;
"
but
certainly
not
so
many
as
would
have
been
if
their
father
’
s
calling
had
been
different
.
Mr
.
Coavins
gave
a
guinea
,
and
the
follerers
made
up
a
little
purse
.
Some
neighbours
in
the
yard
that
had
always
joked
and
tapped
their
shoulders
when
he
went
by
came
forward
with
a
little
subscription
,
and
—
in
general
—
not
so
bad
.
Similarly
with
Charlotte
.
Some
people
won
’
t
employ
her
because
she
was
a
follerer
’
s
child
;
some
people
that
do
employ
her
cast
it
at
her
;
some
make
a
merit
of
having
her
to
work
for
them
,
with
that
and
all
her
draw
-
backs
upon
her
,
and
perhaps
pay
her
less
and
put
upon
her
more
.
But
she
’
s
patienter
than
others
would
be
,
and
is
clever
too
,
and
always
willing
,
up
to
the
full
mark
of
her
strength
and
over
.
So
I
should
say
,
in
general
,
not
so
bad
,
sir
,
but
might
be
better
.
"
Mrs
.
Blinder
sat
down
to
give
herself
a
more
favourable
opportunity
of
recovering
her
breath
,
exhausted
anew
by
so
much
talking
before
it
was
fully
restored
.
Mr
.
Jarndyce
was
turning
to
speak
to
us
when
his
attention
was
attracted
by
the
abrupt
entrance
into
the
room
of
the
Mr
.
Gridley
who
had
been
mentioned
and
whom
we
had
seen
on
our
way
up
.
"
I
don
’
t
know
what
you
may
be
doing
here
,
ladies
and
gentlemen
,
"
he
said
,
as
if
he
resented
our
presence
,
"
but
you
’
ll
excuse
my
coming
in
.
I
don
’
t
come
in
to
stare
about
me
.
Well
,
Charley
!
Well
,
Tom
!
Well
,
little
one
!
How
is
it
with
us
all
to
-
day
?
"
He
bent
over
the
group
in
a
caressing
way
and
clearly
was
regarded
as
a
friend
by
the
children
,
though
his
face
retained
its
stern
character
and
his
manner
to
us
was
as
rude
as
it
could
be
.
My
guardian
noticed
it
and
respected
it
.
"
No
one
,
surely
,
would
come
here
to
stare
about
him
,
"
he
said
mildly
.
"
May
be
so
,
sir
,
may
be
so
,
"
returned
the
other
,
taking
Tom
upon
his
knee
and
waving
him
off
impatiently
.
"
I
don
’
t
want
to
argue
with
ladies
and
gentlemen
.
I
have
had
enough
of
arguing
to
last
one
man
his
life
.
"
"
You
have
sufficient
reason
,
I
dare
say
,
"
said
Mr
.
Jarndyce
,
"
for
being
chafed
and
irritated
—
"
"
There
again
!
"
exclaimed
the
man
,
becoming
violently
angry
.
"
I
am
of
a
quarrelsome
temper
.
I
am
irascible
.
I
am
not
polite
!
"
"
Not
very
,
I
think
.
"
"
Sir
,
"
said
Gridley
,
putting
down
the
child
and
going
up
to
him
as
if
he
meant
to
strike
him
,
"
do
you
know
anything
of
Courts
of
Equity
?
"
"
Perhaps
I
do
,
to
my
sorrow
.
"
"
To
your
sorrow
?
"
said
the
man
,
pausing
in
his
wrath
,
"
if
so
,
I
beg
your
pardon
.
I
am
not
polite
,
I
know
.
I
beg
your
pardon
!
Sir
,
"
with
renewed
violence
,
"
I
have
been
dragged
for
five
and
twenty
years
over
burning
iron
,
and
I
have
lost
the
habit
of
treading
upon
velvet
.
Go
into
the
Court
of
Chancery
yonder
and
ask
what
is
one
of
the
standing
jokes
that
brighten
up
their
business
sometimes
,
and
they
will
tell
you
that
the
best
joke
they
have
is
the
man
from
Shropshire
.
I
,
"
he
said
,
beating
one
hand
on
the
other
passionately
,
"
am
the
man
from
Shropshire
.
"
"
I
believe
I
and
my
family
have
also
had
the
honour
of
furnishing
some
entertainment
in
the
same
grave
place
,
"
said
my
guardian
composedly
.
"
You
may
have
heard
my
name
—
Jarndyce
.
"
"
Mr
.
Jarndyce
,
"
said
Gridley
with
a
rough
sort
of
salutation
,
"
you
bear
your
wrongs
more
quietly
than
I
can
bear
mine
.
More
than
that
,
I
tell
you
—
and
I
tell
this
gentleman
,
and
these
young
ladies
,
if
they
are
friends
of
yours
—
that
if
I
took
my
wrongs
in
any
other
way
,
I
should
be
driven
mad
!
It
is
only
by
resenting
them
,
and
by
revenging
them
in
my
mind
,
and
by
angrily
demanding
the
justice
I
never
get
,
that
I
am
able
to
keep
my
wits
together
.
It
is
only
that
!
"
he
said
,
speaking
in
a
homely
,
rustic
way
and
with
great
vehemence
.
"
You
may
tell
me
that
I
over
-
excite
myself
.
I
answer
that
it
’
s
in
my
nature
to
do
it
,
under
wrong
,
and
I
must
do
it
.
There
’
s
nothing
between
doing
it
,
and
sinking
into
the
smiling
state
of
the
poor
little
mad
woman
that
haunts
the
court
.
If
I
was
once
to
sit
down
under
it
,
I
should
become
imbecile
.
"
The
passion
and
heat
in
which
he
was
,
and
the
manner
in
which
his
face
worked
,
and
the
violent
gestures
with
which
he
accompanied
what
he
said
,
were
most
painful
to
see
.
"
Mr
.
Jarndyce
,
"
he
said
,
"
consider
my
case
.
As
true
as
there
is
a
heaven
above
us
,
this
is
my
case
.
I
am
one
of
two
brothers
.
My
father
(
a
farmer
)
made
a
will
and
left
his
farm
and
stock
and
so
forth
to
my
mother
for
her
life
.
After
my
mother
’
s
death
,
all
was
to
come
to
me
except
a
legacy
of
three
hundred
pounds
that
I
was
then
to
pay
my
brother
.
My
mother
died
.
My
brother
some
time
afterwards
claimed
his
legacy
.
I
and
some
of
my
relations
said
that
he
had
had
a
part
of
it
already
in
board
and
lodging
and
some
other
things
.
Now
mind
!
That
was
the
question
,
and
nothing
else
.
No
one
disputed
the
will
;
no
one
disputed
anything
but
whether
part
of
that
three
hundred
pounds
had
been
already
paid
or
not
.
To
settle
that
question
,
my
brother
filing
a
bill
,
I
was
obliged
to
go
into
this
accursed
Chancery
;
I
was
forced
there
because
the
law
forced
me
and
would
let
me
go
nowhere
else
.
Seventeen
people
were
made
defendants
to
that
simple
suit
!
It
first
came
on
after
two
years
.
It
was
then
stopped
for
another
two
years
while
the
master
(
may
his
head
rot
off
!
)
inquired
whether
I
was
my
father
’
s
son
,
about
which
there
was
no
dispute
at
all
with
any
mortal
creature
.
He
then
found
out
that
there
were
not
defendants
enough
—
remember
,
there
were
only
seventeen
as
yet
!
—
but
that
we
must
have
another
who
had
been
left
out
and
must
begin
all
over
again
.
The
costs
at
that
time
—
before
the
thing
was
begun
!
—
were
three
times
the
legacy
.
My
brother
would
have
given
up
the
legacy
,
and
joyful
,
to
escape
more
costs
.
My
whole
estate
,
left
to
me
in
that
will
of
my
father
’
s
,
has
gone
in
costs
.
The
suit
,
still
undecided
,
has
fallen
into
rack
,
and
ruin
,
and
despair
,
with
everything
else
—
and
here
I
stand
,
this
day
!
Now
,
Mr
.
Jarndyce
,
in
your
suit
there
are
thousands
and
thousands
involved
,
where
in
mine
there
are
hundreds
.
Is
mine
less
hard
to
bear
or
is
it
harder
to
bear
,
when
my
whole
living
was
in
it
and
has
been
thus
shamefully
sucked
away
?
"
Mr
.
Jarndyce
said
that
he
condoled
with
him
with
all
his
heart
and
that
he
set
up
no
monopoly
himself
in
being
unjustly
treated
by
this
monstrous
system
.
"
There
again
!
"
said
Mr
.
Gridley
with
no
diminution
of
his
rage
.
"
The
system
!
I
am
told
on
all
hands
,
it
’
s
the
system
.
I
mustn
’
t
look
to
individuals
.
It
’
s
the
system
.
I
mustn
’
t
go
into
court
and
say
,
’
My
Lord
,
I
beg
to
know
this
from
you
—
is
this
right
or
wrong
?
Have
you
the
face
to
tell
me
I
have
received
justice
and
therefore
am
dismissed
?
’
My
Lord
knows
nothing
of
it
.
He
sits
there
to
administer
the
system
.
I
mustn
’
t
go
to
Mr
.
