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The
friend
had
been
here
and
there
,
and
had
been
played
about
from
hand
to
hand
,
and
had
come
back
as
she
went
.
At
first
it
was
too
early
for
the
boy
to
be
received
into
the
proper
refuge
,
and
at
last
it
was
too
late
.
One
official
sent
her
to
another
,
and
the
other
sent
her
back
again
to
the
first
,
and
so
backward
and
forward
,
until
it
appeared
to
me
as
if
both
must
have
been
appointed
for
their
skill
in
evading
their
duties
instead
of
performing
them
.
And
now
,
after
all
,
she
said
,
breathing
quickly
,
for
she
had
been
running
and
was
frightened
too
,
"
Jenny
,
your
master
’
s
on
the
road
home
,
and
mine
’
s
not
far
behind
,
and
the
Lord
help
the
boy
,
for
we
can
do
no
more
for
him
!
"
They
put
a
few
halfpence
together
and
hurried
them
into
his
hand
,
and
so
,
in
an
oblivious
,
half
-
thankful
,
half
-
insensible
way
,
he
shuffled
out
of
the
house
.
"
Give
me
the
child
,
my
dear
,
"
said
its
mother
to
Charley
,
"
and
thank
you
kindly
too
!
Jenny
,
woman
dear
,
good
night
!
Young
lady
,
if
my
master
don
’
t
fall
out
with
me
,
I
’
ll
look
down
by
the
kiln
by
and
by
,
where
the
boy
will
be
most
like
,
and
again
in
the
morning
!
"
She
hurried
off
,
and
presently
we
passed
her
hushing
and
singing
to
her
child
at
her
own
door
and
looking
anxiously
along
the
road
for
her
drunken
husband
.
I
was
afraid
of
staying
then
to
speak
to
either
woman
,
lest
I
should
bring
her
into
trouble
.
But
I
said
to
Charley
that
we
must
not
leave
the
boy
to
die
.
Charley
,
who
knew
what
to
do
much
better
than
I
did
,
and
whose
quickness
equalled
her
presence
of
mind
,
glided
on
before
me
,
and
presently
we
came
up
with
Jo
,
just
short
of
the
brick
-
kiln
.
I
think
he
must
have
begun
his
journey
with
some
small
bundle
under
his
arm
and
must
have
had
it
stolen
or
lost
it
.
For
he
still
carried
his
wretched
fragment
of
fur
cap
like
a
bundle
,
though
he
went
bare
-
headed
through
the
rain
,
which
now
fell
fast
.
He
stopped
when
we
called
to
him
and
again
showed
a
dread
of
me
when
I
came
up
,
standing
with
his
lustrous
eyes
fixed
upon
me
,
and
even
arrested
in
his
shivering
fit
.
I
asked
him
to
come
with
us
,
and
we
would
take
care
that
he
had
some
shelter
for
the
night
.
"
I
don
’
t
want
no
shelter
,
"
he
said
;
"
I
can
lay
amongst
the
warm
bricks
.
"
"
But
don
’
t
you
know
that
people
die
there
?
"
replied
Charley
.
"
They
dies
everywheres
,
"
said
the
boy
.
"
They
dies
in
their
lodgings
—
she
knows
where
;
I
showed
her
—
and
they
dies
down
in
Tom
-
all
-
Alone
’
s
in
heaps
.
They
dies
more
than
they
lives
,
according
to
what
I
see
.
"
Then
he
hoarsely
whispered
Charley
,
"
If
she
ain
’
t
the
t
’
other
one
,
she
ain
’
t
the
forrenner
.
Is
there
THREE
of
’
em
then
?
"
Charley
looked
at
me
a
little
frightened
.
I
felt
half
frightened
at
myself
when
the
boy
glared
on
me
so
.
But
he
turned
and
followed
when
I
beckoned
to
him
,
and
finding
that
he
acknowledged
that
influence
in
me
,
I
led
the
way
straight
home
.
It
was
not
far
,
only
at
the
summit
of
the
hill
.
We
passed
but
one
man
.
I
doubted
if
we
should
have
got
home
without
assistance
,
the
boy
’
s
steps
were
so
uncertain
and
tremulous
.
He
made
no
complaint
,
however
,
and
was
strangely
unconcerned
about
himself
,
if
I
may
say
so
strange
a
thing
.
Leaving
him
in
the
hall
for
a
moment
,
shrunk
into
the
corner
of
the
window
-
seat
and
staring
with
an
indifference
that
scarcely
could
be
called
wonder
at
the
comfort
and
brightness
about
him
,
I
went
into
the
drawing
-
room
to
speak
to
my
guardian
.
There
I
found
Mr
.
Skimpole
,
who
had
come
down
by
the
coach
,
as
he
frequently
did
without
notice
,
and
never
bringing
any
clothes
with
him
,
but
always
borrowing
everything
he
wanted
.
They
came
out
with
me
directly
to
look
at
the
boy
.
The
servants
had
gathered
in
the
hall
too
,
and
he
shivered
in
the
window
-
seat
with
Charley
standing
by
him
,
like
some
wounded
animal
that
had
been
found
in
a
ditch
.
"
This
is
a
sorrowful
case
,
"
said
my
guardian
after
asking
him
a
question
or
two
and
touching
him
and
examining
his
eyes
.
"
What
do
you
say
,
Harold
?
"
"
You
had
better
turn
him
out
,
"
said
Mr
.
Skimpole
.
"
What
do
you
mean
?
"
inquired
my
guardian
,
almost
sternly
.
"
My
dear
Jarndyce
,
"
said
Mr
.
Skimpole
,
"
you
know
what
I
am
:
I
am
a
child
.
Be
cross
to
me
if
I
deserve
it
.
But
I
have
a
constitutional
objection
to
this
sort
of
thing
.
I
always
had
,
when
I
was
a
medical
man
.
He
’
s
not
safe
,
you
know
.
There
’
s
a
very
bad
sort
of
fever
about
him
.
"
Mr
.
Skimpole
had
retreated
from
the
hall
to
the
drawing
-
room
again
and
said
this
in
his
airy
way
,
seated
on
the
music
-
stool
as
we
stood
by
.
"
You
’
ll
say
it
’
s
childish
,
"
observed
Mr
.
Skimpole
,
looking
gaily
at
us
.
"
Well
,
I
dare
say
it
may
be
;
but
I
AM
a
child
,
and
I
never
pretend
to
be
anything
else
.
If
you
put
him
out
in
the
road
,
you
only
put
him
where
he
was
before
.
He
will
be
no
worse
off
than
he
was
,
you
know
.
Even
make
him
better
off
,
if
you
like
.
Give
him
sixpence
,
or
five
shillings
,
or
five
pound
ten
—
you
are
arithmeticians
,
and
I
am
not
—
and
get
rid
of
him
!
"
"
And
what
is
he
to
do
then
?
"
asked
my
guardian
.
"
Upon
my
life
,
"
said
Mr
.
Skimpole
,
shrugging
his
shoulders
with
his
engaging
smile
,
"
I
have
not
the
least
idea
what
he
is
to
do
then
.
But
I
have
no
doubt
he
’
ll
do
it
.
"
"
Now
,
is
it
not
a
horrible
reflection
,
"
said
my
guardian
,
to
whom
I
had
hastily
explained
the
unavailing
efforts
of
the
two
women
,
"
is
it
not
a
horrible
reflection
,
"
walking
up
and
down
and
rumpling
his
hair
,
"
that
if
this
wretched
creature
were
a
convicted
prisoner
,
his
hospital
would
be
wide
open
to
him
,
and
he
would
be
as
well
taken
care
of
as
any
sick
boy
in
the
kingdom
?
"
"
My
dear
Jarndyce
,
"
returned
Mr
.
Skimpole
,
"
you
’
ll
pardon
the
simplicity
of
the
question
,
coming
as
it
does
from
a
creature
who
is
perfectly
simple
in
worldly
matters
,
but
why
ISN
’
T
he
a
prisoner
then
?
"
My
guardian
stopped
and
looked
at
him
with
a
whimsical
mixture
of
amusement
and
indignation
in
his
face
.
"
Our
young
friend
is
not
to
be
suspected
of
any
delicacy
,
I
should
imagine
,
"
said
Mr
.
Skimpole
,
unabashed
and
candid
.
"
It
seems
to
me
that
it
would
be
wiser
,
as
well
as
in
a
certain
kind
of
way
more
respectable
,
if
he
showed
some
misdirected
energy
that
got
him
into
prison
.
There
would
be
more
of
an
adventurous
spirit
in
it
,
and
consequently
more
of
a
certain
sort
of
poetry
.
"
"
I
believe
,
"
returned
my
guardian
,
resuming
his
uneasy
walk
,
"
that
there
is
not
such
another
child
on
earth
as
yourself
.
"
"
Do
you
really
?
"
said
Mr
.
Skimpole
.
"
I
dare
say
!
But
I
confess
I
don
’
t
see
why
our
young
friend
,
in
his
degree
,
should
not
seek
to
invest
himself
with
such
poetry
as
is
open
to
him
.
He
is
no
doubt
born
with
an
appetite
—
probably
,
when
he
is
in
a
safer
state
of
health
,
he
has
an
excellent
appetite
.
Very
well
.
At
our
young
friend
’
s
natural
dinner
hour
,
most
likely
about
noon
,
our
young
friend
says
in
effect
to
society
,
’
I
am
hungry
;
will
you
have
the
goodness
to
produce
your
spoon
and
feed
me
?
’
Society
,
which
has
taken
upon
itself
the
general
arrangement
of
the
whole
system
of
spoons
and
professes
to
have
a
spoon
for
our
young
friend
,
does
NOT
produce
that
spoon
;
and
our
young
friend
,
therefore
,
says
’
You
really
must
excuse
me
if
I
seize
it
.
’
Now
,
this
appears
to
me
a
case
of
misdirected
energy
,
which
has
a
certain
amount
of
reason
in
it
and
a
certain
amount
of
romance
;
and
I
don
’
t
know
but
what
I
should
be
more
interested
in
our
young
friend
,
as
an
illustration
of
such
a
case
,
than
merely
as
a
poor
vagabond
—
which
any
one
can
be
.
"
"
In
the
meantime
,
"
I
ventured
to
observe
,
"
he
is
getting
worse
.
"
"
In
the
meantime
,
"
said
Mr
.
Skimpole
cheerfully
,
"
as
Miss
Summerson
,
with
her
practical
good
sense
,
observes
,
he
is
getting
worse
.
Therefore
I
recommend
your
turning
him
out
before
he
gets
still
worse
.
"
The
amiable
face
with
which
he
said
it
,
I
think
I
shall
never
forget
.
"
Of
course
,
little
woman
,
"
observed
my
guardian
,
turning
to
me
,
"
I
can
ensure
his
admission
into
the
proper
place
by
merely
going
there
to
enforce
it
,
though
it
’
s
a
bad
state
of
things
when
,
in
his
condition
,
that
is
necessary
.
But
it
’
s
growing
late
,
and
is
a
very
bad
night
,
and
the
boy
is
worn
out
already
.
There
is
a
bed
in
the
wholesome
loft
-
room
by
the
stable
;
we
had
better
keep
him
there
till
morning
,
when
he
can
be
wrapped
up
and
removed
.
We
’
ll
do
that
.
"
"
Oh
!
"
said
Mr
.
Skimpole
,
with
his
hands
upon
the
keys
of
the
piano
as
we
moved
away
.
"
Are
you
going
back
to
our
young
friend
?
"
"
Yes
,
"
said
my
guardian
.
"
How
I
envy
you
your
constitution
,
Jarndyce
!
"
returned
Mr
.
Skimpole
with
playful
admiration
.
"
You
don
’
t
mind
these
things
;
neither
does
Miss
Summerson
.
You
are
ready
at
all
times
to
go
anywhere
,
and
do
anything
.
Such
is
will
!
I
have
no
will
at
all
—
and
no
won
’
t
—
simply
can
’
t
.
"
"
You
can
’
t
recommend
anything
for
the
boy
,
I
suppose
?
"
said
my
guardian
,
looking
back
over
his
shoulder
half
angrily
;
only
half
angrily
,
for
he
never
seemed
to
consider
Mr
.
Skimpole
an
accountable
being
.
"
My
dear
Jarndyce
,
I
observed
a
bottle
of
cooling
medicine
in
his
pocket
,
and
it
’
s
impossible
for
him
to
do
better
than
take
it
.
You
can
tell
them
to
sprinkle
a
little
vinegar
about
the
place
where
he
sleeps
and
to
keep
it
moderately
cool
and
him
moderately
warm
.
But
it
is
mere
impertinence
in
me
to
offer
any
recommendation
.
Miss
Summerson
has
such
a
knowledge
of
detail
and
such
a
capacity
for
the
administration
of
detail
that
she
knows
all
about
it
.
"
We
went
back
into
the
hall
and
explained
to
Jo
what
we
proposed
to
do
,
which
Charley
explained
to
him
again
and
which
he
received
with
the
languid
unconcern
I
had
already
noticed
,
wearily
looking
on
at
what
was
done
as
if
it
were
for
somebody
else
.
The
servants
compassionating
his
miserable
state
and
being
very
anxious
to
help
,
we
soon
got
the
loft
-
room
ready
;
and
some
of
the
men
about
the
house
carried
him
across
the
wet
yard
,
well
wrapped
up
.
It
was
pleasant
to
observe
how
kind
they
were
to
him
and
how
there
appeared
to
be
a
general
impression
among
them
that
frequently
calling
him
"
Old
Chap
"
was
likely
to
revive
his
spirits
.
Charley
directed
the
operations
and
went
to
and
fro
between
the
loft
-
room
and
the
house
with
such
little
stimulants
and
comforts
as
we
thought
it
safe
to
give
him
.
My
guardian
himself
saw
him
before
he
was
left
for
the
night
and
reported
to
me
when
he
returned
to
the
growlery
to
write
a
letter
on
the
boy
’
s
behalf
,
which
a
messenger
was
charged
to
deliver
at
day
-
light
in
the
morning
,
that
he
seemed
easier
and
inclined
to
sleep
.
They
had
fastened
his
door
on
the
outside
,
he
said
,
in
case
of
his
being
delirious
,
but
had
so
arranged
that
he
could
not
make
any
noise
without
being
heard
.
Ada
being
in
our
room
with
a
cold
,
Mr
.
Skimpole
was
left
alone
all
this
time
and
entertained
himself
by
playing
snatches
of
pathetic
airs
and
sometimes
singing
to
them
(
as
we
heard
at
a
distance
)
with
great
expression
and
feeling
.
When
we
rejoined
him
in
the
drawing
-
room
he
said
he
would
give
us
a
little
ballad
which
had
come
into
his
head
"
apropos
of
our
young
friend
,
"
and
he
sang
one
about
a
peasant
boy
,
quite
exquisitely
.
It
was
a
song
that
always
made
him
cry
,
he
told
us
.
He
was
extremely
gay
all
the
rest
of
the
evening
,
for
he
absolutely
chirped
—
those
were
his
delighted
words
—
when
he
thought
by
what
a
happy
talent
for
business
he
was
surrounded
.
He
gave
us
,
in
his
glass
of
negus
,
"
Better
health
to
our
young
friend
!
"
and
supposed
and
gaily
pursued
the
case
of
his
being
reserved
like
Whittington
to
become
Lord
Mayor
of
London
.
In
that
event
,
no
doubt
,
he
would
establish
the
Jarndyce
Institution
and
the
Summerson
Almshouses
,
and
a
little
annual
Corporation
Pilgrimage
to
St
.
Albans
.
He
had
no
doubt
,
he
said
,
that
our
young
friend
was
an
excellent
boy
in
his
way
,
but
his
way
was
not
the
Harold
Skimpole
way
;
what
Harold
Skimpole
was
,
Harold
Skimpole
had
found
himself
,
to
his
considerable
surprise
,
when
he
first
made
his
own
acquaintance
;
he
had
accepted
himself
with
all
his
failings
and
had
thought
it
sound
philosophy
to
make
the
best
of
the
bargain
;
and
he
hoped
we
would
do
the
same
.
Charley
’
s
last
report
was
that
the
boy
was
quiet
.
I
could
see
,
from
my
window
,
the
lantern
they
had
left
him
burning
quietly
;
and
I
went
to
bed
very
happy
to
think
that
he
was
sheltered
.
There
was
more
movement
and
more
talking
than
usual
a
little
before
daybreak
,
and
it
awoke
me
.
As
I
was
dressing
,
I
looked
out
of
my
window
and
asked
one
of
our
men
who
had
been
among
the
active
sympathizers
last
night
whether
there
was
anything
wrong
about
the
house
.
The
lantern
was
still
burning
in
the
loft
-
window
.
"
It
’
s
the
boy
,
miss
,
"
said
he
.
"
Is
he
worse
?
"
I
inquired
.
"
Gone
,
miss
.
"
Dead
!
"
"
Dead
,
miss
?
No
.
Gone
clean
off
.
"
At
what
time
of
the
night
he
had
gone
,
or
how
,
or
why
,
it
seemed
hopeless
ever
to
divine
.
The
door
remaining
as
it
had
been
left
,
and
the
lantern
standing
in
the
window
,
it
could
only
be
supposed
that
he
had
got
out
by
a
trap
in
the
floor
which
communicated
with
an
empty
cart
-
house
below
.
But
he
had
shut
it
down
again
,
if
that
were
so
;
and
it
looked
as
if
it
had
not
been
raised
.
Nothing
of
any
kind
was
missing
.
On
this
fact
being
clearly
ascertained
,
we
all
yielded
to
the
painful
belief
that
delirium
had
come
upon
him
in
the
night
and
that
,
allured
by
some
imaginary
object
or
pursued
by
some
imaginary
horror
,
he
had
strayed
away
in
that
worse
than
helpless
state
;
all
of
us
,
that
is
to
say
,
but
Mr
.
Skimpole
,
who
repeatedly
suggested
,
in
his
usual
easy
light
style
,
that
it
had
occurred
to
our
young
friend
that
he
was
not
a
safe
inmate
,
having
a
bad
kind
of
fever
upon
him
,
and
that
he
had
with
great
natural
politeness
taken
himself
off
.
Every
possible
inquiry
was
made
,
and
every
place
was
searched
.
The
brick
-
kilns
were
examined
,
the
cottages
were
visited
,
the
two
women
were
particularly
questioned
,
but
they
knew
nothing
of
him
,
and
nobody
could
doubt
that
their
wonder
was
genuine
.
The
weather
had
for
some
time
been
too
wet
and
the
night
itself
had
been
too
wet
to
admit
of
any
tracing
by
footsteps
.
Hedge
and
ditch
,
and
wall
,
and
rick
and
stack
,
were
examined
by
our
men
for
a
long
distance
round
,
lest
the
boy
should
be
lying
in
such
a
place
insensible
or
dead
;
but
nothing
was
seen
to
indicate
that
he
had
ever
been
near
.
From
the
time
when
he
was
left
in
the
loft
-
room
,
he
vanished
.
The
search
continued
for
five
days
.
I
do
not
mean
that
it
ceased
even
then
,
but
that
my
attention
was
then
diverted
into
a
current
very
memorable
to
me
.
As
Charley
was
at
her
writing
again
in
my
room
in
the
evening
,
and
as
I
sat
opposite
to
her
at
work
,
I
felt
the
table
tremble
.
Looking
up
,
I
saw
my
little
maid
shivering
from
head
to
foot
.
"
Charley
,
"
said
I
,
"
are
you
so
cold
?
"
"
I
think
I
am
,
miss
,
"
she
replied
.
"
I
don
’
t
know
what
it
is
.
I
can
’
t
hold
myself
still
.
I
felt
so
yesterday
at
about
this
same
time
,
miss
.
Don
’
t
be
uneasy
,
I
think
I
’
m
ill
.
"
I
heard
Ada
’
s
voice
outside
,
and
I
hurried
to
the
door
of
communication
between
my
room
and
our
pretty
sitting
-
room
,
and
locked
it
.
Just
in
time
,
for
she
tapped
at
it
while
my
hand
was
yet
upon
the
key
.
Ada
called
to
me
to
let
her
in
,
but
I
said
,
"
Not
now
,
my
dearest
.
Go
away
.
There
’
s
nothing
the
matter
;
I
will
come
to
you
presently
.
"
Ah
!
It
was
a
long
,
long
time
before
my
darling
girl
and
I
were
companions
again
.
Charley
fell
ill
.
In
twelve
hours
she
was
very
ill
.
I
moved
her
to
my
room
,
and
laid
her
in
my
bed
,
and
sat
down
quietly
to
nurse
her
.
I
told
my
guardian
all
about
it
,
and
why
I
felt
it
was
necessary
that
I
should
seclude
myself
,
and
my
reason
for
not
seeing
my
darling
above
all
.
At
first
she
came
very
often
to
the
door
,
and
called
to
me
,
and
even
reproached
me
with
sobs
and
tears
;
but
I
wrote
her
a
long
letter
saying
that
she
made
me
anxious
and
unhappy
and
imploring
her
,
as
she
loved
me
and
wished
my
mind
to
be
at
peace
,
to
come
no
nearer
than
the
garden
.
