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Tulkinghorn
,
the
solicitor
in
Lincoln
’
s
Inn
Fields
,
and
say
to
him
when
he
makes
me
furious
by
being
so
cool
and
satisfied
—
as
they
all
do
,
for
I
know
they
gain
by
it
while
I
lose
,
don
’
t
I
?
—
I
mustn
’
t
say
to
him
,
’
I
will
have
something
out
of
some
one
for
my
ruin
,
by
fair
means
or
foul
!
’
HE
is
not
responsible
.
It
’
s
the
system
.
But
,
if
I
do
no
violence
to
any
of
them
,
here
—
I
may
!
I
don
’
t
know
what
may
happen
if
I
am
carried
beyond
myself
at
last
!
I
will
accuse
the
individual
workers
of
that
system
against
me
,
face
to
face
,
before
the
great
eternal
bar
!
"
His
passion
was
fearful
.
I
could
not
have
believed
in
such
rage
without
seeing
it
.
"
I
have
done
!
"
he
said
,
sitting
down
and
wiping
his
face
.
"
Mr
.
Jarndyce
,
I
have
done
!
I
am
violent
,
I
know
.
I
ought
to
know
it
.
I
have
been
in
prison
for
contempt
of
court
.
I
have
been
in
prison
for
threatening
the
solicitor
.
I
have
been
in
this
trouble
,
and
that
trouble
,
and
shall
be
again
.
I
am
the
man
from
Shropshire
,
and
I
sometimes
go
beyond
amusing
them
,
though
they
have
found
it
amusing
,
too
,
to
see
me
committed
into
custody
and
brought
up
in
custody
and
all
that
.
It
would
be
better
for
me
,
they
tell
me
,
if
I
restrained
myself
.
I
tell
them
that
if
I
did
restrain
myself
I
should
become
imbecile
.
I
was
a
good
-
enough
-
tempered
man
once
,
I
believe
.
People
in
my
part
of
the
country
say
they
remember
me
so
,
but
now
I
must
have
this
vent
under
my
sense
of
injury
or
nothing
could
hold
my
wits
together
.
It
would
be
far
better
for
you
,
Mr
.
Gridley
,
’
the
Lord
Chancellor
told
me
last
week
,
’
not
to
waste
your
time
here
,
and
to
stay
,
usefully
employed
,
down
in
Shropshire
.
’
’
My
Lord
,
my
Lord
,
I
know
it
would
,
’
said
I
to
him
,
’
and
it
would
have
been
far
better
for
me
never
to
have
heard
the
name
of
your
high
office
,
but
unhappily
for
me
,
I
can
’
t
undo
the
past
,
and
the
past
drives
me
here
!
’
Besides
,
"
he
added
,
breaking
fiercely
out
,
"
I
’
ll
shame
them
.
To
the
last
,
I
’
ll
show
myself
in
that
court
to
its
shame
.
If
I
knew
when
I
was
going
to
die
,
and
could
be
carried
there
,
and
had
a
voice
to
speak
with
,
I
would
die
there
,
saying
,
’
You
have
brought
me
here
and
sent
me
from
here
many
and
many
a
time
.
Now
send
me
out
feet
foremost
!
’
"
His
countenance
had
,
perhaps
for
years
,
become
so
set
in
its
contentious
expression
that
it
did
not
soften
,
even
now
when
he
was
quiet
.
"
I
came
to
take
these
babies
down
to
my
room
for
an
hour
,
"
he
said
,
going
to
them
again
,
"
and
let
them
play
about
.
I
didn
’
t
mean
to
say
all
this
,
but
it
don
’
t
much
signify
.
You
’
re
not
afraid
of
me
,
Tom
,
are
you
?
"
"
No
!
"
said
Tom
.
"
You
ain
’
t
angry
with
ME
.
"
"
You
are
right
,
my
child
.
You
’
re
going
back
,
Charley
?
Aye
?
Come
then
,
little
one
!
"
He
took
the
youngest
child
on
his
arm
,
where
she
was
willing
enough
to
be
carried
.
"
I
shouldn
’
t
wonder
if
we
found
a
ginger
-
bread
soldier
downstairs
.
Let
’
s
go
and
look
for
him
!
"
He
made
his
former
rough
salutation
,
which
was
not
deficient
in
a
certain
respect
,
to
Mr
.
Jarndyce
,
and
bowing
slightly
to
us
,
went
downstairs
to
his
room
.
Upon
that
,
Mr
.
Skimpole
began
to
talk
,
for
the
first
time
since
our
arrival
,
in
his
usual
gay
strain
.
He
said
,
Well
,
it
was
really
very
pleasant
to
see
how
things
lazily
adapted
themselves
to
purposes
.
Here
was
this
Mr
.
Gridley
,
a
man
of
a
robust
will
and
surprising
energy
—
intellectually
speaking
,
a
sort
of
inharmonious
blacksmith
—
and
he
could
easily
imagine
that
there
Gridley
was
,
years
ago
,
wandering
about
in
life
for
something
to
expend
his
superfluous
combativeness
upon
—
a
sort
of
Young
Love
among
the
thorns
—
when
the
Court
of
Chancery
came
in
his
way
and
accommodated
him
with
the
exact
thing
he
wanted
.
There
they
were
,
matched
,
ever
afterwards
!
Otherwise
he
might
have
been
a
great
general
,
blowing
up
all
sorts
of
towns
,
or
he
might
have
been
a
great
politician
,
dealing
in
all
sorts
of
parliamentary
rhetoric
;
but
as
it
was
,
he
and
the
Court
of
Chancery
had
fallen
upon
each
other
in
the
pleasantest
way
,
and
nobody
was
much
the
worse
,
and
Gridley
was
,
so
to
speak
,
from
that
hour
provided
for
.
Then
look
at
Coavinses
!
How
delightfully
poor
Coavinses
(
father
of
these
charming
children
)
illustrated
the
same
principle
!
He
,
Mr
.
Skimpole
,
himself
,
had
sometimes
repined
at
the
existence
of
Coavinses
.
He
had
found
Coavinses
in
his
way
.
He
could
had
dispensed
with
Coavinses
There
had
been
times
when
,
if
he
had
been
a
sultan
,
and
his
grand
vizier
had
said
one
morning
,
"
What
does
the
Commander
of
the
Faithful
require
at
the
hands
of
his
slave
?
"
he
might
have
even
gone
so
far
as
to
reply
,
"
The
head
of
Coavinses
!
"
But
what
turned
out
to
be
the
case
?
That
,
all
that
time
,
he
had
been
giving
employment
to
a
most
deserving
man
,
that
he
had
been
a
benefactor
to
Coavinses
,
that
he
had
actually
been
enabling
Coavinses
to
bring
up
these
charming
children
in
this
agreeable
way
,
developing
these
social
virtues
!
Insomuch
that
his
heart
had
just
now
swelled
and
the
tears
had
come
into
his
eyes
when
he
had
looked
round
the
room
and
thought
,
"
I
was
the
great
patron
of
Coavinses
,
and
his
little
comforts
were
MY
work
!
"
There
was
something
so
captivating
in
his
light
way
of
touching
these
fantastic
strings
,
and
he
was
such
a
mirthful
child
by
the
side
of
the
graver
childhood
we
had
seen
,
that
he
made
my
guardian
smile
even
as
he
turned
towards
us
from
a
little
private
talk
with
Mrs
.
Blinder
.
We
kissed
Charley
,
and
took
her
downstairs
with
us
,
and
stopped
outside
the
house
to
see
her
run
away
to
her
work
.
I
don
’
t
know
where
she
was
going
,
but
we
saw
her
run
,
such
a
little
,
little
creature
in
her
womanly
bonnet
and
apron
,
through
a
covered
way
at
the
bottom
of
the
court
and
melt
into
the
city
’
s
strife
and
sound
like
a
dewdrop
in
an
ocean
.
My
Lady
Dedlock
is
restless
,
very
restless
.
The
astonished
fashionable
intelligence
hardly
knows
where
to
have
her
.
To
-
day
she
is
at
Chesney
Wold
;
yesterday
she
was
at
her
house
in
town
;
to
-
morrow
she
may
be
abroad
,
for
anything
the
fashionable
intelligence
can
with
confidence
predict
.
Even
Sir
Leicester
’
s
gallantry
has
some
trouble
to
keep
pace
with
her
.
It
would
have
more
but
that
his
other
faithful
ally
,
for
better
and
for
worse
—
the
gout
—
darts
into
the
old
oak
bed
-
chamber
at
Chesney
Wold
and
grips
him
by
both
legs
.
Sir
Leicester
receives
the
gout
as
a
troublesome
demon
,
but
still
a
demon
of
the
patrician
order
.
All
the
Dedlocks
,
in
the
direct
male
line
,
through
a
course
of
time
during
and
beyond
which
the
memory
of
man
goeth
not
to
the
contrary
,
have
had
the
gout
.
It
can
be
proved
,
sir
.
Other
men
’
s
fathers
may
have
died
of
the
rheumatism
or
may
have
taken
base
contagion
from
the
tainted
blood
of
the
sick
vulgar
,
but
the
Dedlock
family
have
communicated
something
exclusive
even
to
the
levelling
process
of
dying
by
dying
of
their
own
family
gout
.
It
has
come
down
through
the
illustrious
line
like
the
plate
,
or
the
pictures
,
or
the
place
in
Lincolnshire
.
It
is
among
their
dignities
.
Sir
Leicester
is
perhaps
not
wholly
without
an
impression
,
though
he
has
never
resolved
it
into
words
,
that
the
angel
of
death
in
the
discharge
of
his
necessary
duties
may
observe
to
the
shades
of
the
aristocracy
,
"
My
lords
and
gentlemen
,
I
have
the
honour
to
present
to
you
another
Dedlock
certified
to
have
arrived
per
the
family
gout
.
"
Hence
Sir
Leicester
yields
up
his
family
legs
to
the
family
disorder
as
if
he
held
his
name
and
fortune
on
that
feudal
tenure
.
He
feels
that
for
a
Dedlock
to
be
laid
upon
his
back
and
spasmodically
twitched
and
stabbed
in
his
extremities
is
a
liberty
taken
somewhere
,
but
he
thinks
,
"
We
have
all
yielded
to
this
;
it
belongs
to
us
;
it
has
for
some
hundreds
of
years
been
understood
that
we
are
not
to
make
the
vaults
in
the
park
interesting
on
more
ignoble
terms
;
and
I
submit
myself
to
the
compromise
.
"
And
a
goodly
show
he
makes
,
lying
in
a
flush
of
crimson
and
gold
in
the
midst
of
the
great
drawing
-
room
before
his
favourite
picture
of
my
Lady
,
with
broad
strips
of
sunlight
shining
in
,
down
the
long
perspective
,
through
the
long
line
of
windows
,
and
alternating
with
soft
reliefs
of
shadow
.
Outside
,
the
stately
oaks
,
rooted
for
ages
in
the
green
ground
which
has
never
known
ploughshare
,
but
was
still
a
chase
when
kings
rode
to
battle
with
sword
and
shield
and
rode
a
-
hunting
with
bow
and
arrow
,
bear
witness
to
his
greatness
.
Inside
,
his
forefathers
,
looking
on
him
from
the
walls
,
say
,
"
Each
of
us
was
a
passing
reality
here
and
left
this
coloured
shadow
of
himself
and
melted
into
remembrance
as
dreamy
as
the
distant
voices
of
the
rooks
now
lulling
you
to
rest
,
"
and
hear
their
testimony
to
his
greatness
too
.
And
he
is
very
great
this
day
.
And
woe
to
Boythorn
or
other
daring
wight
who
shall
presumptuously
contest
an
inch
with
him
!
My
Lady
is
at
present
represented
,
near
Sir
Leicester
,
by
her
portrait
.
She
has
flitted
away
to
town
,
with
no
intention
of
remaining
there
,
and
will
soon
flit
hither
again
,
to
the
confusion
of
the
fashionable
intelligence
.
The
house
in
town
is
not
prepared
for
her
reception
.
It
is
muffled
and
dreary
.
Only
one
Mercury
in
powder
gapes
disconsolate
at
the
hall
-
window
;
and
he
mentioned
last
night
to
another
Mercury
of
his
acquaintance
,
also
accustomed
to
good
society
,
that
if
that
sort
of
thing
was
to
last
—
which
it
couldn
’
t
,
for
a
man
of
his
spirits
couldn
’
t
bear
it
,
and
a
man
of
his
figure
couldn
’
t
be
expected
to
bear
it
—
there
would
be
no
resource
for
him
,
upon
his
honour
,
but
to
cut
his
throat
!
What
connexion
can
there
be
between
the
place
in
Lincolnshire
,
the
house
in
town
,
the
Mercury
in
powder
,
and
the
whereabout
of
Jo
the
outlaw
with
the
broom
,
who
had
that
distant
ray
of
light
upon
him
when
he
swept
the
churchyard
-
step
?
What
connexion
can
there
have
been
between
many
people
in
the
innumerable
histories
of
this
world
who
from
opposite
sides
of
great
gulfs
have
,
nevertheless
,
been
very
curiously
brought
together
!
Jo
sweeps
his
crossing
all
day
long
,
unconscious
of
the
link
,
if
any
link
there
be
.
He
sums
up
his
mental
condition
when
asked
a
question
by
replying
that
he
"
don
’
t
know
nothink
.
"
He
knows
that
it
’
s
hard
to
keep
the
mud
off
the
crossing
in
dirty
weather
,
and
harder
still
to
live
by
doing
it
.
Nobody
taught
him
even
that
much
;
he
found
it
out
.
Jo
lives
—
that
is
to
say
,
Jo
has
not
yet
died
—
in
a
ruinous
place
known
to
the
like
of
him
by
the
name
of
Tom
-
all
-
Alone
’
s
.
It
is
a
black
,
dilapidated
street
,
avoided
by
all
decent
people
,
where
the
crazy
houses
were
seized
upon
,
when
their
decay
was
far
advanced
,
by
some
bold
vagrants
who
after
establishing
their
own
possession
took
to
letting
them
out
in
lodgings
.
Now
,
these
tumbling
tenements
contain
,
by
night
,
a
swarm
of
misery
.
As
on
the
ruined
human
wretch
vermin
parasites
appear
,
so
these
ruined
shelters
have
bred
a
crowd
of
foul
existence
that
crawls
in
and
out
of
gaps
in
walls
and
boards
;
and
coils
itself
to
sleep
,
in
maggot
numbers
,
where
the
rain
drips
in
;
and
comes
and
goes
,
fetching
and
carrying
fever
and
sowing
more
evil
in
its
every
footprint
than
Lord
Coodle
,
and
Sir
Thomas
Doodle
,
and
the
Duke
of
Foodle
,
and
all
the
fine
gentlemen
in
office
,
down
to
Zoodle
,
shall
set
right
in
five
hundred
years
—
though
born
expressly
to
do
it
.
Twice
lately
there
has
been
a
crash
and
a
cloud
of
dust
,
like
the
springing
of
a
mine
,
in
Tom
-
all
-
Alone
’
s
;
and
each
time
a
house
has
fallen
.
These
accidents
have
made
a
paragraph
in
the
newspapers
and
have
filled
a
bed
or
two
in
the
nearest
hospital
.
The
gaps
remain
,
and
there
are
not
unpopular
lodgings
among
the
rubbish
.
As
several
more
houses
are
nearly
ready
to
go
,
the
next
crash
in
Tom
-
all
-
Alone
’
s
may
be
expected
to
be
a
good
one
.
This
desirable
property
is
in
Chancery
,
of
course
.
It
would
be
an
insult
to
the
discernment
of
any
man
with
half
an
eye
to
tell
him
so
.
Whether
"
Tom
"
is
the
popular
representative
of
the
original
plaintiff
or
defendant
in
Jarndyce
and
Jarndyce
,
or
whether
Tom
lived
here
when
the
suit
had
laid
the
street
waste
,
all
alone
,
until
other
settlers
came
to
join
him
,
or
whether
the
traditional
title
is
a
comprehensive
name
for
a
retreat
cut
off
from
honest
company
and
put
out
of
the
pale
of
hope
,
perhaps
nobody
knows
.
Certainly
Jo
don
’
t
know
.
"
For
I
don
’
t
,
"
says
Jo
,
"
I
don
’
t
know
nothink
.
"
It
must
be
a
strange
state
to
be
like
Jo
!
To
shuffle
through
the
streets
,
unfamiliar
with
the
shapes
,
and
in
utter
darkness
as
to
the
meaning
,
of
those
mysterious
symbols
,
so
abundant
over
the
shops
,
and
at
the
corners
of
streets
,
and
on
the
doors
,
and
in
the
windows
!
To
see
people
read
,
and
to
see
people
write
,
and
to
see
the
postmen
deliver
letters
,
and
not
to
have
the
least
idea
of
all
that
language
—
to
be
,
to
every
scrap
of
it
,
stone
blind
and
dumb
!
It
must
be
very
puzzling
to
see
the
good
company
going
to
the
churches
on
Sundays
,
with
their
books
in
their
hands
,
and
to
think
(
for
perhaps
Jo
DOES
think
at
odd
times
)
what
does
it
all
mean
,
and
if
it
means
anything
to
anybody
,
how
comes
it
that
it
means
nothing
to
me
?
To
be
hustled
,
and
jostled
,
and
moved
on
;
and
really
to
feel
that
it
would
appear
to
be
perfectly
true
that
I
have
no
business
here
,
or
there
,
or
anywhere
;
and
yet
to
be
perplexed
by
the
consideration
that
I
AM
here
somehow
,
too
,
and
everybody
overlooked
me
until
I
became
the
creature
that
I
am
!
It
must
be
a
strange
state
,
not
merely
to
be
told
that
I
am
scarcely
human
(
as
in
the
case
of
my
offering
myself
for
a
witness
)
,
but
to
feel
it
of
my
own
knowledge
all
my
life
!
To
see
the
horses
,
dogs
,
and
cattle
go
by
me
and
to
know
that
in
ignorance
I
belong
to
them
and
not
to
the
superior
beings
in
my
shape
,
whose
delicacy
I
offend
!
Jo
’
s
ideas
of
a
criminal
trial
,
or
a
judge
,
or
a
bishop
,
or
a
government
,
or
that
inestimable
jewel
to
him
(
if
he
only
knew
it
)
the
Constitution
,
should
be
strange
!
His
whole
material
and
immaterial
life
is
wonderfully
strange
;
his
death
,
the
strangest
thing
of
all
.
