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"
My
little
woman
,
why
do
you
look
at
me
in
that
way
?
Pray
don
’
t
do
it
.
"
"
I
can
’
t
help
my
looks
,
"
says
Mrs
.
Snagsby
,
"
and
if
I
could
I
wouldn
’
t
.
"
Mr
.
Snagsby
,
with
his
cough
of
meekness
,
rejoins
,
"
Wouldn
’
t
you
really
,
my
dear
?
"
and
meditates
.
Then
coughs
his
cough
of
trouble
and
says
,
"
This
is
a
dreadful
mystery
,
my
love
!
"
still
fearfully
disconcerted
by
Mrs
.
Snagsby
’
s
eye
.
"
It
IS
,
"
returns
Mrs
.
Snagsby
,
shaking
her
head
,
"
a
dreadful
mystery
.
"
"
My
little
woman
,
"
urges
Mr
.
Snagsby
in
a
piteous
manner
,
"
don
’
t
for
goodness
’
sake
speak
to
me
with
that
bitter
expression
and
look
at
me
in
that
searching
way
!
I
beg
and
entreat
of
you
not
to
do
it
.
Good
Lord
,
you
don
’
t
suppose
that
I
would
go
spontaneously
combusting
any
person
,
my
dear
?
"
"
I
can
’
t
say
,
"
returns
Mrs
.
Snagsby
.
On
a
hasty
review
of
his
unfortunate
position
,
Mr
.
Snagsby
"
can
’
t
say
"
either
.
He
is
not
prepared
positively
to
deny
that
he
may
have
had
something
to
do
with
it
.
He
has
had
something
—
he
don
’
t
know
what
—
to
do
with
so
much
in
this
connexion
that
is
mysterious
that
it
is
possible
he
may
even
be
implicated
,
without
knowing
it
,
in
the
present
transaction
.
He
faintly
wipes
his
forehead
with
his
handkerchief
and
gasps
.
"
My
life
,
"
says
the
unhappy
stationer
,
"
would
you
have
any
objections
to
mention
why
,
being
in
general
so
delicately
circumspect
in
your
conduct
,
you
come
into
a
wine
-
vaults
before
breakfast
?
"
"
Why
do
YOU
come
here
?
"
inquires
Mrs
.
Snagsby
.
"
My
dear
,
merely
to
know
the
rights
of
the
fatal
accident
which
has
happened
to
the
venerable
party
who
has
been
—
combusted
.
"
Mr
.
Snagsby
has
made
a
pause
to
suppress
a
groan
.
"
I
should
then
have
related
them
to
you
,
my
love
,
over
your
French
roll
.
"
"
I
dare
say
you
would
!
You
relate
everything
to
me
,
Mr
.
Snagsby
.
"
"
Every
—
my
lit
—
"
"
I
should
be
glad
,
"
says
Mrs
.
Snagsby
after
contemplating
his
increased
confusion
with
a
severe
and
sinister
smile
,
"
if
you
would
come
home
with
me
;
I
think
you
may
be
safer
there
,
Mr
.
Snagsby
,
than
anywhere
else
.
"
"
My
love
,
I
don
’
t
know
but
what
I
may
be
,
I
am
sure
.
I
am
ready
to
go
.
"
Mr
.
Snagsby
casts
his
eye
forlornly
round
the
bar
,
gives
Messrs
.
Weevle
and
Guppy
good
morning
,
assures
them
of
the
satisfaction
with
which
he
sees
them
uninjured
,
and
accompanies
Mrs
.
Snagsby
from
the
Sol
’
s
Arms
.
Before
night
his
doubt
whether
he
may
not
be
responsible
for
some
inconceivable
part
in
the
catastrophe
which
is
the
talk
of
the
whole
neighbourhood
is
almost
resolved
into
certainty
by
Mrs
.
Snagsby
’
s
pertinacity
in
that
fixed
gaze
.
His
mental
sufferings
are
so
great
that
he
entertains
wandering
ideas
of
delivering
himself
up
to
justice
and
requiring
to
be
cleared
if
innocent
and
punished
with
the
utmost
rigour
of
the
law
if
guilty
.
Mr
.
Weevle
and
Mr
.
Guppy
,
having
taken
their
breakfast
,
step
into
Lincoln
’
s
Inn
to
take
a
little
walk
about
the
square
and
clear
as
many
of
the
dark
cobwebs
out
of
their
brains
as
a
little
walk
may
.
"
There
can
be
no
more
favourable
time
than
the
present
,
Tony
,
"
says
Mr
.
Guppy
after
they
have
broodingly
made
out
the
four
sides
of
the
square
,
"
for
a
word
or
two
between
us
upon
a
point
on
which
we
must
,
with
very
little
delay
,
come
to
an
understanding
.
"
"
Now
,
I
tell
you
what
,
William
G
.
!
"
returns
the
other
,
eyeing
his
companion
with
a
bloodshot
eye
.
"
If
it
’
s
a
point
of
conspiracy
,
you
needn
’
t
take
the
trouble
to
mention
it
.
I
have
had
enough
of
that
,
and
I
ain
’
t
going
to
have
any
more
.
We
shall
have
YOU
taking
fire
next
or
blowing
up
with
a
bang
.
"
This
supposititious
phenomenon
is
so
very
disagreeable
to
Mr
.
Guppy
that
his
voice
quakes
as
he
says
in
a
moral
way
,
"
Tony
,
I
should
have
thought
that
what
we
went
through
last
night
would
have
been
a
lesson
to
you
never
to
be
personal
any
more
as
long
as
you
lived
.
"
To
which
Mr
.
Weevle
returns
,
"
William
,
I
should
have
thought
it
would
have
been
a
lesson
to
YOU
never
to
conspire
any
more
as
long
as
you
lived
.
"
To
which
Mr
.
Guppy
says
,
"
Who
’
s
conspiring
?
"
To
which
Mr
.
Jobling
replies
,
"
Why
,
YOU
are
!
"
To
which
Mr
.
Guppy
retorts
,
"
No
,
I
am
not
.
"
To
which
Mr
.
Jobling
retorts
again
,
"
Yes
,
you
are
!
"
To
which
Mr
.
Guppy
retorts
,
"
Who
says
so
?
"
To
which
Mr
.
Jobling
retorts
,
"
I
say
so
!
"
To
which
Mr
.
Guppy
retorts
,
"
Oh
,
indeed
?
"
To
which
Mr
.
Jobling
retorts
,
"
Yes
,
indeed
!
"
And
both
being
now
in
a
heated
state
,
they
walk
on
silently
for
a
while
to
cool
down
again
.
"
Tony
,
"
says
Mr
.
Guppy
then
,
"
if
you
heard
your
friend
out
instead
of
flying
at
him
,
you
wouldn
’
t
fall
into
mistakes
.
But
your
temper
is
hasty
and
you
are
not
considerate
.
Possessing
in
yourself
,
Tony
,
all
that
is
calculated
to
charm
the
eye
—
"
"
Oh
!
Blow
the
eye
!
"
cries
Mr
.
Weevle
,
cutting
him
short
.
"
Say
what
you
have
got
to
say
!
"
Finding
his
friend
in
this
morose
and
material
condition
,
Mr
.
Guppy
only
expresses
the
finer
feelings
of
his
soul
through
the
tone
of
injury
in
which
he
recommences
,
"
Tony
,
when
I
say
there
is
a
point
on
which
we
must
come
to
an
understanding
pretty
soon
,
I
say
so
quite
apart
from
any
kind
of
conspiring
,
however
innocent
.
You
know
it
is
professionally
arranged
beforehand
in
all
cases
that
are
tried
what
facts
the
witnesses
are
to
prove
.
Is
it
or
is
it
not
desirable
that
we
should
know
what
facts
we
are
to
prove
on
the
inquiry
into
the
death
of
this
unfortunate
old
mo
—
gentleman
?
"
(
Mr
.
Guppy
was
going
to
say
"
mogul
,
"
but
thinks
"
gentleman
"
better
suited
to
the
circumstances
.
)
"
What
facts
?
THE
facts
.
"
"
The
facts
bearing
on
that
inquiry
.
Those
are
"
—
Mr
.
Guppy
tells
them
off
on
his
fingers
—
"
what
we
knew
of
his
habits
,
when
you
saw
him
last
,
what
his
condition
was
then
,
the
discovery
that
we
made
,
and
how
we
made
it
.
"
"
Yes
,
"
says
Mr
.
Weevle
.
"
Those
are
about
the
facts
.
"
"
We
made
the
discovery
in
consequence
of
his
having
,
in
his
eccentric
way
,
an
appointment
with
you
at
twelve
o
’
clock
at
night
,
when
you
were
to
explain
some
writing
to
him
as
you
had
often
done
before
on
account
of
his
not
being
able
to
read
.
I
,
spending
the
evening
with
you
,
was
called
down
—
and
so
forth
.
The
inquiry
being
only
into
the
circumstances
touching
the
death
of
the
deceased
,
it
’
s
not
necessary
to
go
beyond
these
facts
,
I
suppose
you
’
ll
agree
?
"
"
No
!
"
returns
Mr
.
Weevle
.
"
I
suppose
not
.
"
"
And
this
is
not
a
conspiracy
,
perhaps
?
"
says
the
injured
Guppy
.
"
No
,
"
returns
his
friend
;
"
if
it
’
s
nothing
worse
than
this
,
I
withdraw
the
observation
.
"
"
Now
,
Tony
,
"
says
Mr
.
Guppy
,
taking
his
arm
again
and
walking
him
slowly
on
,
"
I
should
like
to
know
,
in
a
friendly
way
,
whether
you
have
yet
thought
over
the
many
advantages
of
your
continuing
to
live
at
that
place
?
"
"
What
do
you
mean
?
"
says
Tony
,
stopping
.
"
Whether
you
have
yet
thought
over
the
many
advantages
of
your
continuing
to
live
at
that
place
?
"
repeats
Mr
.
Guppy
,
walking
him
on
again
.
"
At
what
place
?
THAT
place
?
"
pointing
in
the
direction
of
the
rag
and
bottle
shop
.
Mr
.
Guppy
nods
.
"
Why
,
I
wouldn
’
t
pass
another
night
there
for
any
consideration
that
you
could
offer
me
,
"
says
Mr
.
Weevle
,
haggardly
staring
.
"
Do
you
mean
it
though
,
Tony
?
"
"
Mean
it
!
Do
I
look
as
if
I
mean
it
?
I
feel
as
if
I
do
;
I
know
that
,
"
says
Mr
.
Weevle
with
a
very
genuine
shudder
.
"
Then
the
possibility
or
probability
—
for
such
it
must
be
considered
—
of
your
never
being
disturbed
in
possession
of
those
effects
lately
belonging
to
a
lone
old
man
who
seemed
to
have
no
relation
in
the
world
,
and
the
certainty
of
your
being
able
to
find
out
what
he
really
had
got
stored
up
there
,
don
’
t
weigh
with
you
at
all
against
last
night
,
Tony
,
if
I
understand
you
?
"
says
Mr
.
Guppy
,
biting
his
thumb
with
the
appetite
of
vexation
.
"
Certainly
not
.
Talk
in
that
cool
way
of
a
fellow
’
s
living
there
?
"
cries
Mr
.
Weevle
indignantly
.
"
Go
and
live
there
yourself
.
"
"
Oh
!
I
,
Tony
!
"
says
Mr
.
Guppy
,
soothing
him
.
"
I
have
never
lived
there
and
couldn
’
t
get
a
lodging
there
now
,
whereas
you
have
got
one
.
"
"
You
are
welcome
to
it
,
"
rejoins
his
friend
,
"
and
—
ugh
!
—
you
may
make
yourself
at
home
in
it
.
"
"
Then
you
really
and
truly
at
this
point
,
"
says
Mr
.
Guppy
,
"
give
up
the
whole
thing
,
if
I
understand
you
,
Tony
?
"
"
You
never
,
"
returns
Tony
with
a
most
convincing
steadfastness
,
"
said
a
truer
word
in
all
your
life
.
I
do
!
"
While
they
are
so
conversing
,
a
hackney
-
coach
drives
into
the
square
,
on
the
box
of
which
vehicle
a
very
tall
hat
makes
itself
manifest
to
the
public
.
Inside
the
coach
,
and
consequently
not
so
manifest
to
the
multitude
,
though
sufficiently
so
to
the
two
friends
,
for
the
coach
stops
almost
at
their
feet
,
are
the
venerable
Mr
.
Smallweed
and
Mrs
.
Smallweed
,
accompanied
by
their
granddaughter
Judy
.
An
air
of
haste
and
excitement
pervades
the
party
,
and
as
the
tall
hat
(
surmounting
Mr
.
Smallweed
the
younger
)
alights
,
Mr
.
Smallweed
the
elder
pokes
his
head
out
of
window
and
bawls
to
Mr
.
Guppy
,
"
How
de
do
,
sir
!
How
de
do
!
"
"
What
do
Chick
and
his
family
want
here
at
this
time
of
the
morning
,
I
wonder
!
"
says
Mr
.
Guppy
,
nodding
to
his
familiar
.
"
My
dear
sir
,
"
cries
Grandfather
Smallweed
,
"
would
you
do
me
a
favour
?
Would
you
and
your
friend
be
so
very
obleeging
as
to
carry
me
into
the
public
-
house
in
the
court
,
while
Bart
and
his
sister
bring
their
grandmother
along
?
Would
you
do
an
old
man
that
good
turn
,
sir
?
"
Mr
.
Guppy
looks
at
his
friend
,
repeating
inquiringly
,
"
The
public
-
house
in
the
court
?
"
And
they
prepare
to
bear
the
venerable
burden
to
the
Sol
’
s
Arms
.
"
There
’
s
your
fare
!
"
says
the
patriarch
to
the
coachman
with
a
fierce
grin
and
shaking
his
incapable
fist
at
him
.
"
Ask
me
for
a
penny
more
,
and
I
’
ll
have
my
lawful
revenge
upon
you
.
My
dear
young
men
,
be
easy
with
me
,
if
you
please
.
Allow
me
to
catch
you
round
the
neck
.
I
won
’
t
squeeze
you
tighter
than
I
can
help
.
Oh
,
Lord
!
Oh
,
dear
me
!
Oh
,
my
bones
!
"
It
is
well
that
the
Sol
is
not
far
off
,
for
Mr
.
Weevle
presents
an
apoplectic
appearance
before
half
the
distance
is
accomplished
.
With
no
worse
aggravation
of
his
symptoms
,
however
,
than
the
utterance
of
divers
croaking
sounds
expressive
of
obstructed
respiration
,
he
fulfils
his
share
of
the
porterage
and
the
benevolent
old
gentleman
is
deposited
by
his
own
desire
in
the
parlour
of
the
Sol
’
s
Arms
.
"
Oh
,
Lord
!
"
gasps
Mr
.
Smallweed
,
looking
about
him
,
breathless
,
from
an
arm
-
chair
.
"
Oh
,
dear
me
!
Oh
,
my
bones
and
back
!
Oh
,
my
aches
and
pains
!
Sit
down
,
you
dancing
,
prancing
,
shambling
,
scrambling
poll
-
parrot
!
Sit
down
!
"
This
little
apostrophe
to
Mrs
.
Smallweed
is
occasioned
by
a
propensity
on
the
part
of
that
unlucky
old
lady
whenever
she
finds
herself
on
her
feet
to
amble
about
and
"
set
"
to
inanimate
objects
,
accompanying
herself
with
a
chattering
noise
,
as
in
a
witch
dance
.
A
nervous
affection
has
probably
as
much
to
do
with
these
demonstrations
as
any
imbecile
intention
in
the
poor
old
woman
,
but
on
the
present
occasion
they
are
so
particularly
lively
in
connexion
with
the
Windsor
arm
-
chair
,
fellow
to
that
in
which
Mr
.
Smallweed
is
seated
,
that
she
only
quite
desists
when
her
grandchildren
have
held
her
down
in
it
,
her
lord
in
the
meanwhile
bestowing
upon
her
,
with
great
volubility
,
the
endearing
epithet
of
"
a
pig
-
headed
jackdaw
,
"
repeated
a
surprising
number
of
times
.
"
My
dear
sir
,
"
Grandfather
Smallweed
then
proceeds
,
addressing
Mr
.
Guppy
,
"
there
has
been
a
calamity
here
.
Have
you
heard
of
it
,
either
of
you
?
"
"
Heard
of
it
,
sir
!
Why
,
we
discovered
it
.
"
"
You
discovered
it
.
You
two
discovered
it
!
Bart
,
THEY
discovered
it
!
"
The
two
discoverers
stare
at
the
Smallweeds
,
who
return
the
compliment
.
"
My
dear
friends
,
"
whines
Grandfather
Smallweed
,
putting
out
both
his
hands
,
"
I
owe
you
a
thousand
thanks
for
discharging
the
melancholy
office
of
discovering
the
ashes
of
Mrs
.
Smallweed
’
s
brother
.
"
"
Eh
?
"
says
Mr
.
Guppy
.
"
Mrs
.
Smallweed
’
s
brother
,
my
dear
friend
—
her
only
relation
.
We
were
not
on
terms
,
which
is
to
be
deplored
now
,
but
he
never
WOULD
be
on
terms
.
He
was
not
fond
of
us
.
He
was
eccentric
—
he
was
very
eccentric
.
Unless
he
has
left
a
will
(
which
is
not
at
all
likely
)
I
shall
take
out
letters
of
administration
.
I
have
come
down
to
look
after
the
property
;
it
must
be
sealed
up
,
it
must
be
protected
.
I
have
come
down
,
"
repeats
Grandfather
Smallweed
,
hooking
the
air
towards
him
with
all
his
ten
fingers
at
once
,
"
to
look
after
the
property
.
"
"
I
think
,
Small
,
"
says
the
disconsolate
Mr
.
Guppy
,
"
you
might
have
mentioned
that
the
old
man
was
your
uncle
.
"
"
You
two
were
so
close
about
him
that
I
thought
you
would
like
me
to
be
the
same
,
"
returns
that
old
bird
with
a
secretly
glistening
eye
.
"
Besides
,
I
wasn
’
t
proud
of
him
.
"
"
Besides
which
,
it
was
nothing
to
you
,
you
know
,
whether
he
was
or
not
,
"
says
Judy
.
Also
with
a
secretly
glistening
eye
.
"
He
never
saw
me
in
his
life
to
know
me
,
"
observed
Small
;
"
I
don
’
t
know
why
I
should
introduce
HIM
,
I
am
sure
!
"
"
No
,
he
never
communicated
with
us
,
which
is
to
be
deplored
,
"
the
old
gentleman
strikes
in
,
"
but
I
have
come
to
look
after
the
property
—
to
look
over
the
papers
,
and
to
look
after
the
property
.
We
shall
make
good
our
title
.
It
is
in
the
hands
of
my
solicitor
.
Mr
.
Tulkinghorn
,
of
Lincoln
’
s
Inn
Fields
,
over
the
way
there
,
is
so
good
as
to
act
as
my
solicitor
;
and
grass
don
’
t
grow
under
HIS
feet
,
I
can
tell
ye
.
Krook
was
Mrs
.
Smallweed
’
s
only
brother
;
she
had
no
relation
but
Krook
,
and
Krook
had
no
relation
but
Mrs
.
Smallweed
.
I
am
speaking
of
your
brother
,
you
brimstone
black
-
beetle
,
that
was
seventy
-
six
years
of
age
.
"
Mrs
.
Smallweed
instantly
begins
to
shake
her
head
and
pipe
up
,
"
Seventy
-
six
pound
seven
and
sevenpence
!
Seventy
-
six
thousand
bags
of
money
!
Seventy
-
six
hundred
thousand
million
of
parcels
of
bank
-
notes
!
"
"
Will
somebody
give
me
a
quart
pot
?
"
exclaims
her
exasperated
husband
,
looking
helplessly
about
him
and
finding
no
missile
within
his
reach
.
"
Will
somebody
obleege
me
with
a
spittoon
?
Will
somebody
hand
me
anything
hard
and
bruising
to
pelt
at
her
?
You
hag
,
you
cat
,
you
dog
,
you
brimstone
barker
!
"
Here
Mr
.
Smallweed
,
wrought
up
to
the
highest
pitch
by
his
own
eloquence
,
actually
throws
Judy
at
her
grandmother
in
default
of
anything
else
,
by
butting
that
young
virgin
at
the
old
lady
with
such
force
as
he
can
muster
and
then
dropping
into
his
chair
in
a
heap
.
"
Shake
me
up
,
somebody
,
if
you
’
ll
be
so
good
,
"
says
the
voice
from
within
the
faintly
struggling
bundle
into
which
he
has
collapsed
.
"
I
have
come
to
look
after
the
property
.
Shake
me
up
,
and
call
in
the
police
on
duty
at
the
next
house
to
be
explained
to
about
the
property
.
My
solicitor
will
be
here
presently
to
protect
the
property
.
Transportation
or
the
gallows
for
anybody
who
shall
touch
the
property
!
"
As
his
dutiful
grandchildren
set
him
up
,
panting
,
and
putting
him
through
the
usual
restorative
process
of
shaking
and
punching
,
he
still
repeats
like
an
echo
,
"
The
—
the
property
!
The
property
!
Property
!
"
Mr
.
Weevle
and
Mr
.
Guppy
look
at
each
other
,
the
former
as
having
relinquished
the
whole
affair
,
the
latter
with
a
discomfited
countenance
as
having
entertained
some
lingering
expectations
yet
.
But
there
is
nothing
to
be
done
in
opposition
to
the
Smallweed
interest
.
Mr
.
Tulkinghorn
’
s
clerk
comes
down
from
his
official
pew
in
the
chambers
to
mention
to
the
police
that
Mr
.
Tulkinghorn
is
answerable
for
its
being
all
correct
about
the
next
of
kin
and
that
the
papers
and
effects
will
be
formally
taken
possession
of
in
due
time
and
course
.
Mr
.
Smallweed
is
at
once
permitted
so
far
to
assert
his
supremacy
as
to
be
carried
on
a
visit
of
sentiment
into
the
next
house
and
upstairs
into
Miss
Flite
’
s
deserted
room
,
where
he
looks
like
a
hideous
bird
of
prey
newly
added
to
her
aviary
.
The
arrival
of
this
unexpected
heir
soon
taking
wind
in
the
court
still
makes
good
for
the
Sol
and
keeps
the
court
upon
its
mettle
.
Mrs
.
Piper
and
Mrs
.
Perkins
think
it
hard
upon
the
young
man
if
there
really
is
no
will
,
and
consider
that
a
handsome
present
ought
to
be
made
him
out
of
the
estate
.
