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Krook
,
with
his
bottle
under
his
arm
(
he
never
gets
beyond
a
certain
point
of
either
drunkenness
or
sobriety
)
,
takes
time
to
survey
his
proposed
lodger
and
seems
to
approve
of
him
.
"
You
’
d
like
to
see
the
room
,
young
man
?
"
he
says
.
"
Ah
!
It
’
s
a
good
room
!
Been
whitewashed
.
Been
cleaned
down
with
soft
soap
and
soda
.
Hi
!
It
’
s
worth
twice
the
rent
,
letting
alone
my
company
when
you
want
it
and
such
a
cat
to
keep
the
mice
away
.
"
Commending
the
room
after
this
manner
,
the
old
man
takes
them
upstairs
,
where
indeed
they
do
find
it
cleaner
than
it
used
to
be
and
also
containing
some
old
articles
of
furniture
which
he
has
dug
up
from
his
inexhaustible
stores
.
The
terms
are
easily
concluded
—
for
the
Lord
Chancellor
cannot
be
hard
on
Mr
.
Guppy
,
associated
as
he
is
with
Kenge
and
Carboy
,
Jarndyce
and
Jarndyce
,
and
other
famous
claims
on
his
professional
consideration
—
and
it
is
agreed
that
Mr
.
Weevle
shall
take
possession
on
the
morrow
.
Mr
.
Weevle
and
Mr
.
Guppy
then
repair
to
Cook
’
s
Court
,
Cursitor
Street
,
where
the
personal
introduction
of
the
former
to
Mr
.
Snagsby
is
effected
and
(
more
important
)
the
vote
and
interest
of
Mrs
.
Snagsby
are
secured
.
They
then
report
progress
to
the
eminent
Smallweed
,
waiting
at
the
office
in
his
tall
hat
for
that
purpose
,
and
separate
,
Mr
.
Guppy
explaining
that
he
would
terminate
his
little
entertainment
by
standing
treat
at
the
play
but
that
there
are
chords
in
the
human
mind
which
would
render
it
a
hollow
mockery
.
On
the
morrow
,
in
the
dusk
of
evening
,
Mr
.
Weevle
modestly
appears
at
Krook
’
s
,
by
no
means
incommoded
with
luggage
,
and
establishes
himself
in
his
new
lodging
,
where
the
two
eyes
in
the
shutters
stare
at
him
in
his
sleep
,
as
if
they
were
full
of
wonder
.
On
the
following
day
Mr
.
Weevle
,
who
is
a
handy
good
-
for
-
nothing
kind
of
young
fellow
,
borrows
a
needle
and
thread
of
Miss
Flite
and
a
hammer
of
his
landlord
and
goes
to
work
devising
apologies
for
window
-
curtains
,
and
knocking
up
apologies
for
shelves
,
and
hanging
up
his
two
teacups
,
milkpot
,
and
crockery
sundries
on
a
pennyworth
of
little
hooks
,
like
a
shipwrecked
sailor
making
the
best
of
it
.
But
what
Mr
.
Weevle
prizes
most
of
all
his
few
possessions
(
next
after
his
light
whiskers
,
for
which
he
has
an
attachment
that
only
whiskers
can
awaken
in
the
breast
of
man
)
is
a
choice
collection
of
copper
-
plate
impressions
from
that
truly
national
work
The
Divinities
of
Albion
,
or
Galaxy
Gallery
of
British
Beauty
,
representing
ladies
of
title
and
fashion
in
every
variety
of
smirk
that
art
,
combined
with
capital
,
is
capable
of
producing
.
With
these
magnificent
portraits
,
unworthily
confined
in
a
band
-
box
during
his
seclusion
among
the
market
-
gardens
,
he
decorates
his
apartment
;
and
as
the
Galaxy
Gallery
of
British
Beauty
wears
every
variety
of
fancy
dress
,
plays
every
variety
of
musical
instrument
,
fondles
every
variety
of
dog
,
ogles
every
variety
of
prospect
,
and
is
backed
up
by
every
variety
of
flower
-
pot
and
balustrade
,
the
result
is
very
imposing
.
But
fashion
is
Mr
.
Weevle
’
s
,
as
it
was
Tony
Jobling
’
s
,
weakness
.
To
borrow
yesterday
’
s
paper
from
the
Sol
’
s
Arms
of
an
evening
and
read
about
the
brilliant
and
distinguished
meteors
that
are
shooting
across
the
fashionable
sky
in
every
direction
is
unspeakable
consolation
to
him
.
To
know
what
member
of
what
brilliant
and
distinguished
circle
accomplished
the
brilliant
and
distinguished
feat
of
joining
it
yesterday
or
contemplates
the
no
less
brilliant
and
distinguished
feat
of
leaving
it
to
-
morrow
gives
him
a
thrill
of
joy
.
To
be
informed
what
the
Galaxy
Gallery
of
British
Beauty
is
about
,
and
means
to
be
about
,
and
what
Galaxy
marriages
are
on
the
tapis
,
and
what
Galaxy
rumours
are
in
circulation
,
is
to
become
acquainted
with
the
most
glorious
destinies
of
mankind
.
Mr
.
Weevle
reverts
from
this
intelligence
to
the
Galaxy
portraits
implicated
,
and
seems
to
know
the
originals
,
and
to
be
known
of
them
.
For
the
rest
he
is
a
quiet
lodger
,
full
of
handy
shifts
and
devices
as
before
mentioned
,
able
to
cook
and
clean
for
himself
as
well
as
to
carpenter
,
and
developing
social
inclinations
after
the
shades
of
evening
have
fallen
on
the
court
.
At
those
times
,
when
he
is
not
visited
by
Mr
.
Guppy
or
by
a
small
light
in
his
likeness
quenched
in
a
dark
hat
,
he
comes
out
of
his
dull
room
—
where
he
has
inherited
the
deal
wilderness
of
desk
bespattered
with
a
rain
of
ink
—
and
talks
to
Krook
or
is
"
very
free
,
"
as
they
call
it
in
the
court
,
commendingly
,
with
any
one
disposed
for
conversation
.
Wherefore
,
Mrs
.
Piper
,
who
leads
the
court
,
is
impelled
to
offer
two
remarks
to
Mrs
Perkins
:
firstly
,
that
if
her
Johnny
was
to
have
whiskers
,
she
could
wish
’
em
to
be
identically
like
that
young
man
’
s
;
and
secondly
,
"
Mark
my
words
,
Mrs
.
Perkins
,
ma
’
am
,
and
don
’
t
you
be
surprised
,
Lord
bless
you
,
if
that
young
man
comes
in
at
last
for
old
Krook
’
s
money
!
"
In
a
rather
ill
-
favoured
and
ill
-
savoured
neighbourhood
,
though
one
of
its
rising
grounds
bears
the
name
of
Mount
Pleasant
,
the
Elfin
Smallweed
,
christened
Bartholomew
and
known
on
the
domestic
hearth
as
Bart
,
passes
that
limited
portion
of
his
time
on
which
the
office
and
its
contingencies
have
no
claim
.
He
dwells
in
a
little
narrow
street
,
always
solitary
,
shady
,
and
sad
,
closely
bricked
in
on
all
sides
like
a
tomb
,
but
where
there
yet
lingers
the
stump
of
an
old
forest
tree
whose
flavour
is
about
as
fresh
and
natural
as
the
Smallweed
smack
of
youth
.
There
has
been
only
one
child
in
the
Smallweed
family
for
several
generations
.
Little
old
men
and
women
there
have
been
,
but
no
child
,
until
Mr
.
Smallweed
’
s
grandmother
,
now
living
,
became
weak
in
her
intellect
and
fell
(
for
the
first
time
)
into
a
childish
state
.
With
such
infantine
graces
as
a
total
want
of
observation
,
memory
,
understanding
,
and
interest
,
and
an
eternal
disposition
to
fall
asleep
over
the
fire
and
into
it
,
Mr
.
Smallweed
’
s
grandmother
has
undoubtedly
brightened
the
family
.
Mr
.
Smallweed
’
s
grandfather
is
likewise
of
the
party
.
He
is
in
a
helpless
condition
as
to
his
lower
,
and
nearly
so
as
to
his
upper
,
limbs
,
but
his
mind
is
unimpaired
.
It
holds
,
as
well
as
it
ever
held
,
the
first
four
rules
of
arithmetic
and
a
certain
small
collection
of
the
hardest
facts
.
In
respect
of
ideality
,
reverence
,
wonder
,
and
other
such
phrenological
attributes
,
it
is
no
worse
off
than
it
used
to
be
.
Everything
that
Mr
.
Smallweed
’
s
grandfather
ever
put
away
in
his
mind
was
a
grub
at
first
,
and
is
a
grub
at
last
.
In
all
his
life
he
has
never
bred
a
single
butterfly
.
The
father
of
this
pleasant
grandfather
,
of
the
neighbourhood
of
Mount
Pleasant
,
was
a
horny
-
skinned
,
two
-
legged
,
money
-
getting
species
of
spider
who
spun
webs
to
catch
unwary
flies
and
retired
into
holes
until
they
were
entrapped
.
The
name
of
this
old
pagan
’
s
god
was
Compound
Interest
.
He
lived
for
it
,
married
it
,
died
of
it
.
Meeting
with
a
heavy
loss
in
an
honest
little
enterprise
in
which
all
the
loss
was
intended
to
have
been
on
the
other
side
,
he
broke
something
—
something
necessary
to
his
existence
,
therefore
it
couldn
’
t
have
been
his
heart
—
and
made
an
end
of
his
career
.
As
his
character
was
not
good
,
and
he
had
been
bred
at
a
charity
school
in
a
complete
course
,
according
to
question
and
answer
,
of
those
ancient
people
the
Amorites
and
Hittites
,
he
was
frequently
quoted
as
an
example
of
the
failure
of
education
.
His
spirit
shone
through
his
son
,
to
whom
he
had
always
preached
of
"
going
out
"
early
in
life
and
whom
he
made
a
clerk
in
a
sharp
scrivener
’
s
office
at
twelve
years
old
.
There
the
young
gentleman
improved
his
mind
,
which
was
of
a
lean
and
anxious
character
,
and
developing
the
family
gifts
,
gradually
elevated
himself
into
the
discounting
profession
.
Going
out
early
in
life
and
marrying
late
,
as
his
father
had
done
before
him
,
he
too
begat
a
lean
and
anxious
-
minded
son
,
who
in
his
turn
,
going
out
early
in
life
and
marrying
late
,
became
the
father
of
Bartholomew
and
Judith
Smallweed
,
twins
.
During
the
whole
time
consumed
in
the
slow
growth
of
this
family
tree
,
the
house
of
Smallweed
,
always
early
to
go
out
and
late
to
marry
,
has
strengthened
itself
in
its
practical
character
,
has
discarded
all
amusements
,
discountenanced
all
story
-
books
,
fairy
-
tales
,
fictions
,
and
fables
,
and
banished
all
levities
whatsoever
.
Hence
the
gratifying
fact
that
it
has
had
no
child
born
to
it
and
that
the
complete
little
men
and
women
whom
it
has
produced
have
been
observed
to
bear
a
likeness
to
old
monkeys
with
something
depressing
on
their
minds
.
At
the
present
time
,
in
the
dark
little
parlour
certain
feet
below
the
level
of
the
street
—
a
grim
,
hard
,
uncouth
parlour
,
only
ornamented
with
the
coarsest
of
baize
table
-
covers
,
and
the
hardest
of
sheet
-
iron
tea
-
trays
,
and
offering
in
its
decorative
character
no
bad
allegorical
representation
of
Grandfather
Smallweed
’
s
mind
—
seated
in
two
black
horsehair
porter
’
s
chairs
,
one
on
each
side
of
the
fire
-
place
,
the
superannuated
Mr
.
and
Mrs
.
Smallweed
while
away
the
rosy
hours
.
On
the
stove
are
a
couple
of
trivets
for
the
pots
and
kettles
which
it
is
Grandfather
Smallweed
’
s
usual
occupation
to
watch
,
and
projecting
from
the
chimney
-
piece
between
them
is
a
sort
of
brass
gallows
for
roasting
,
which
he
also
superintends
when
it
is
in
action
.
Under
the
venerable
Mr
.
Smallweed
’
s
seat
and
guarded
by
his
spindle
legs
is
a
drawer
in
his
chair
,
reported
to
contain
property
to
a
fabulous
amount
.
Beside
him
is
a
spare
cushion
with
which
he
is
always
provided
in
order
that
he
may
have
something
to
throw
at
the
venerable
partner
of
his
respected
age
whenever
she
makes
an
allusion
to
money
—
a
subject
on
which
he
is
particularly
sensitive
.
"
And
where
’
s
Bart
?
"
Grandfather
Smallweed
inquires
of
Judy
,
Bart
’
s
twin
sister
.
"
He
an
’
t
come
in
yet
,
"
says
Judy
.
"
It
’
s
his
tea
-
time
,
isn
’
t
it
?
"
"
No
.
"
"
How
much
do
you
mean
to
say
it
wants
then
?
"
"
Ten
minutes
.
"
"
Hey
?
"
"
Ten
minutes
.
"
(
Loud
on
the
part
of
Judy
.
)
"
Ho
!
"
says
Grandfather
Smallweed
.
"
Ten
minutes
.
"
Grandmother
Smallweed
,
who
has
been
mumbling
and
shaking
her
head
at
the
trivets
,
hearing
figures
mentioned
,
connects
them
with
money
and
screeches
like
a
horrible
old
parrot
without
any
plumage
,
"
Ten
ten
-
pound
notes
!
"
Grandfather
Smallweed
immediately
throws
the
cushion
at
her
.
"
Drat
you
,
be
quiet
!
"
says
the
good
old
man
.
The
effect
of
this
act
of
jaculation
is
twofold
.
It
not
only
doubles
up
Mrs
.
Smallweed
’
s
head
against
the
side
of
her
porter
’
s
chair
and
causes
her
to
present
,
when
extricated
by
her
granddaughter
,
a
highly
unbecoming
state
of
cap
,
but
the
necessary
exertion
recoils
on
Mr
.
Smallweed
himself
,
whom
it
throws
back
into
HIS
porter
’
s
chair
like
a
broken
puppet
.
The
excellent
old
gentleman
being
at
these
times
a
mere
clothes
-
bag
with
a
black
skull
-
cap
on
the
top
of
it
,
does
not
present
a
very
animated
appearance
until
he
has
undergone
the
two
operations
at
the
hands
of
his
granddaughter
of
being
shaken
up
like
a
great
bottle
and
poked
and
punched
like
a
great
bolster
.
Some
indication
of
a
neck
being
developed
in
him
by
these
means
,
he
and
the
sharer
of
his
life
’
s
evening
again
fronting
one
another
in
their
two
porter
’
s
chairs
,
like
a
couple
of
sentinels
long
forgotten
on
their
post
by
the
Black
Serjeant
,
Death
.
Judy
the
twin
is
worthy
company
for
these
associates
.
She
is
so
indubitably
sister
to
Mr
.
Smallweed
the
younger
that
the
two
kneaded
into
one
would
hardly
make
a
young
person
of
average
proportions
,
while
she
so
happily
exemplifies
the
before
-
mentioned
family
likeness
to
the
monkey
tribe
that
attired
in
a
spangled
robe
and
cap
she
might
walk
about
the
table
-
land
on
the
top
of
a
barrel
-
organ
without
exciting
much
remark
as
an
unusual
specimen
.
Under
existing
circumstances
,
however
,
she
is
dressed
in
a
plain
,
spare
gown
of
brown
stuff
.
Judy
never
owned
a
doll
,
never
heard
of
Cinderella
,
never
played
at
any
game
.
She
once
or
twice
fell
into
children
’
s
company
when
she
was
about
ten
years
old
,
but
the
children
couldn
’
t
get
on
with
Judy
,
and
Judy
couldn
’
t
get
on
with
them
.
She
seemed
like
an
animal
of
another
species
,
and
there
was
instinctive
repugnance
on
both
sides
.
It
is
very
doubtful
whether
Judy
knows
how
to
laugh
.
She
has
so
rarely
seen
the
thing
done
that
the
probabilities
are
strong
the
other
way
.
Of
anything
like
a
youthful
laugh
,
she
certainly
can
have
no
conception
.
If
she
were
to
try
one
,
she
would
find
her
teeth
in
her
way
,
modelling
that
action
of
her
face
,
as
she
has
unconsciously
modelled
all
its
other
expressions
,
on
her
pattern
of
sordid
age
.
Such
is
Judy
.
And
her
twin
brother
couldn
’
t
wind
up
a
top
for
his
life
.
He
knows
no
more
of
Jack
the
Giant
Killer
or
of
Sinbad
the
Sailor
than
he
knows
of
the
people
in
the
stars
.
He
could
as
soon
play
at
leap
-
frog
or
at
cricket
as
change
into
a
cricket
or
a
frog
himself
.
But
he
is
so
much
the
better
off
than
his
sister
that
on
his
narrow
world
of
fact
an
opening
has
dawned
into
such
broader
regions
as
lie
within
the
ken
of
Mr
.
Guppy
.
Hence
his
admiration
and
his
emulation
of
that
shining
enchanter
.
Judy
,
with
a
gong
-
like
clash
and
clatter
,
sets
one
of
the
sheet
-
iron
tea
-
trays
on
the
table
and
arranges
cups
and
saucers
.
The
bread
she
puts
on
in
an
iron
basket
,
and
the
butter
(
and
not
much
of
it
)
in
a
small
pewter
plate
.
Grandfather
Smallweed
looks
hard
after
the
tea
as
it
is
served
out
and
asks
Judy
where
the
girl
is
.
"
Charley
,
do
you
mean
?
"
says
Judy
.
"
Hey
?
"
from
Grandfather
Smallweed
.
"
Charley
,
do
you
mean
?
"
This
touches
a
spring
in
Grandmother
Smallweed
,
who
,
chuckling
as
usual
at
the
trivets
,
cries
,
"
Over
the
water
!
Charley
over
the
water
,
Charley
over
the
water
,
over
the
water
to
Charley
,
Charley
over
the
water
,
over
the
water
to
Charley
!
"
and
becomes
quite
energetic
about
it
.
Grandfather
looks
at
the
cushion
but
has
not
sufficiently
recovered
his
late
exertion
.
"
Ha
!
"
he
says
when
there
is
silence
.
"
If
that
’
s
her
name
.
She
eats
a
deal
.
It
would
be
better
to
allow
her
for
her
keep
.
"
Judy
,
with
her
brother
’
s
wink
,
shakes
her
head
and
purses
up
her
mouth
into
no
without
saying
it
.
"
No
?
"
returns
the
old
man
.
"
Why
not
?
"
"
She
’
d
want
sixpence
a
day
,
and
we
can
do
it
for
less
,
"
says
Judy
.
