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He
looked
very
much
astonished
at
it
and
at
Ada
’
s
kissing
him
,
but
soon
fell
fast
asleep
in
my
arms
,
sobbing
at
longer
and
longer
intervals
,
until
he
was
quiet
.
I
was
so
occupied
with
Peepy
that
I
lost
the
letter
in
detail
,
though
I
derived
such
a
general
impression
from
it
of
the
momentous
importance
of
Africa
,
and
the
utter
insignificance
of
all
other
places
and
things
,
that
I
felt
quite
ashamed
to
have
thought
so
little
about
it
.
"
Six
o
’
clock
!
"
said
Mrs
.
Jellyby
.
"
And
our
dinner
hour
is
nominally
(
for
we
dine
at
all
hours
)
five
!
Caddy
,
show
Miss
Clare
and
Miss
Summerson
their
rooms
.
You
will
like
to
make
some
change
,
perhaps
?
You
will
excuse
me
,
I
know
,
being
so
much
occupied
.
Oh
,
that
very
bad
child
!
Pray
put
him
down
,
Miss
Summerson
!
"
I
begged
permission
to
retain
him
,
truly
saying
that
he
was
not
at
all
troublesome
,
and
carried
him
upstairs
and
laid
him
on
my
bed
.
Ada
and
I
had
two
upper
rooms
with
a
door
of
communication
between
.
They
were
excessively
bare
and
disorderly
,
and
the
curtain
to
my
window
was
fastened
up
with
a
fork
.
"
You
would
like
some
hot
water
,
wouldn
’
t
you
?
"
said
Miss
Jellyby
,
looking
round
for
a
jug
with
a
handle
to
it
,
but
looking
in
vain
.
"
If
it
is
not
being
troublesome
,
"
said
we
.
"
Oh
,
it
’
s
not
the
trouble
,
"
returned
Miss
Jellyby
;
"
the
question
is
,
if
there
IS
any
.
"
The
evening
was
so
very
cold
and
the
rooms
had
such
a
marshy
smell
that
I
must
confess
it
was
a
little
miserable
,
and
Ada
was
half
crying
.
We
soon
laughed
,
however
,
and
were
busily
unpacking
when
Miss
Jellyby
came
back
to
say
that
she
was
sorry
there
was
no
hot
water
,
but
they
couldn
’
t
find
the
kettle
,
and
the
boiler
was
out
of
order
.
We
begged
her
not
to
mention
it
and
made
all
the
haste
we
could
to
get
down
to
the
fire
again
.
But
all
the
little
children
had
come
up
to
the
landing
outside
to
look
at
the
phenomenon
of
Peepy
lying
on
my
bed
,
and
our
attention
was
distracted
by
the
constant
apparition
of
noses
and
fingers
in
situations
of
danger
between
the
hinges
of
the
doors
.
It
was
impossible
to
shut
the
door
of
either
room
,
for
my
lock
,
with
no
knob
to
it
,
looked
as
if
it
wanted
to
be
wound
up
;
and
though
the
handle
of
Ada
’
s
went
round
and
round
with
the
greatest
smoothness
,
it
was
attended
with
no
effect
whatever
on
the
door
.
Therefore
I
proposed
to
the
children
that
they
should
come
in
and
be
very
good
at
my
table
,
and
I
would
tell
them
the
story
of
Little
Red
Riding
Hood
while
I
dressed
;
which
they
did
,
and
were
as
quiet
as
mice
,
including
Peepy
,
who
awoke
opportunely
before
the
appearance
of
the
wolf
.
When
we
went
downstairs
we
found
a
mug
with
"
A
Present
from
Tunbridge
Wells
"
on
it
lighted
up
in
the
staircase
window
with
a
floating
wick
,
and
a
young
woman
,
with
a
swelled
face
bound
up
in
a
flannel
bandage
blowing
the
fire
of
the
drawing
-
room
(
now
connected
by
an
open
door
with
Mrs
.
Jellyby
’
s
room
)
and
choking
dreadfully
.
It
smoked
to
that
degree
,
in
short
,
that
we
all
sat
coughing
and
crying
with
the
windows
open
for
half
an
hour
,
during
which
Mrs
.
Jellyby
,
with
the
same
sweetness
of
temper
,
directed
letters
about
Africa
.
Her
being
so
employed
was
,
I
must
say
,
a
great
relief
to
me
,
for
Richard
told
us
that
he
had
washed
his
hands
in
a
pie
-
dish
and
that
they
had
found
the
kettle
on
his
dressing
-
table
,
and
he
made
Ada
laugh
so
that
they
made
me
laugh
in
the
most
ridiculous
manner
.
Soon
after
seven
o
’
clock
we
went
down
to
dinner
,
carefully
,
by
Mrs
.
Jellyby
’
s
advice
,
for
the
stair
-
carpets
,
besides
being
very
deficient
in
stair
-
wires
,
were
so
torn
as
to
be
absolute
traps
.
We
had
a
fine
cod
-
fish
,
a
piece
of
roast
beef
,
a
dish
of
cutlets
,
and
a
pudding
;
an
excellent
dinner
,
if
it
had
had
any
cooking
to
speak
of
,
but
it
was
almost
raw
.
The
young
woman
with
the
flannel
bandage
waited
,
and
dropped
everything
on
the
table
wherever
it
happened
to
go
,
and
never
moved
it
again
until
she
put
it
on
the
stairs
.
The
person
I
had
seen
in
pattens
,
who
I
suppose
to
have
been
the
cook
,
frequently
came
and
skirmished
with
her
at
the
door
,
and
there
appeared
to
be
ill
will
between
them
.
All
through
dinner
—
which
was
long
,
in
consequence
of
such
accidents
as
the
dish
of
potatoes
being
mislaid
in
the
coal
skuttle
and
the
handle
of
the
corkscrew
coming
off
and
striking
the
young
woman
in
the
chin
—
Mrs
.
Jellyby
preserved
the
evenness
of
her
disposition
.
She
told
us
a
great
deal
that
was
interesting
about
Borrioboola
-
Gha
and
the
natives
,
and
received
so
many
letters
that
Richard
,
who
sat
by
her
,
saw
four
envelopes
in
the
gravy
at
once
.
Some
of
the
letters
were
proceedings
of
ladies
’
committees
or
resolutions
of
ladies
’
meetings
,
which
she
read
to
us
;
others
were
applications
from
people
excited
in
various
ways
about
the
cultivation
of
coffee
,
and
natives
;
others
required
answers
,
and
these
she
sent
her
eldest
daughter
from
the
table
three
or
four
times
to
write
.
She
was
full
of
business
and
undoubtedly
was
,
as
she
had
told
us
,
devoted
to
the
cause
.
I
was
a
little
curious
to
know
who
a
mild
bald
gentleman
in
spectacles
was
,
who
dropped
into
a
vacant
chair
(
there
was
no
top
or
bottom
in
particular
)
after
the
fish
was
taken
away
and
seemed
passively
to
submit
himself
to
Borrioboola
-
Gha
but
not
to
be
actively
interested
in
that
settlement
.
As
he
never
spoke
a
word
,
he
might
have
been
a
native
but
for
his
complexion
.
It
was
not
until
we
left
the
table
and
he
remained
alone
with
Richard
that
the
possibility
of
his
being
Mr
.
Jellyby
ever
entered
my
head
.
But
he
WAS
Mr
.
Jellyby
;
and
a
loquacious
young
man
called
Mr
.
Quale
,
with
large
shining
knobs
for
temples
and
his
hair
all
brushed
to
the
back
of
his
head
,
who
came
in
the
evening
,
and
told
Ada
he
was
a
philanthropist
,
also
informed
her
that
he
called
the
matrimonial
alliance
of
Mrs
.
Jellyby
with
Mr
.
Jellyby
the
union
of
mind
and
matter
.
This
young
man
,
besides
having
a
great
deal
to
say
for
himself
about
Africa
and
a
project
of
his
for
teaching
the
coffee
colonists
to
teach
the
natives
to
turn
piano
-
forte
legs
and
establish
an
export
trade
,
delighted
in
drawing
Mrs
.
Jellyby
out
by
saying
,
"
I
believe
now
,
Mrs
.
Jellyby
,
you
have
received
as
many
as
from
one
hundred
and
fifty
to
two
hundred
letters
respecting
Africa
in
a
single
day
,
have
you
not
?
"
or
,
"
If
my
memory
does
not
deceive
me
,
Mrs
.
Jellyby
,
you
once
mentioned
that
you
had
sent
off
five
thousand
circulars
from
one
post
-
office
at
one
time
?
"
—
always
repeating
Mrs
.
Jellyby
’
s
answer
to
us
like
an
interpreter
.
During
the
whole
evening
,
Mr
.
Jellyby
sat
in
a
corner
with
his
head
against
the
wall
as
if
he
were
subject
to
low
spirits
.
It
seemed
that
he
had
several
times
opened
his
mouth
when
alone
with
Richard
after
dinner
,
as
if
he
had
something
on
his
mind
,
but
had
always
shut
it
again
,
to
Richard
’
s
extreme
confusion
,
without
saying
anything
.
Mrs
.
Jellyby
,
sitting
in
quite
a
nest
of
waste
paper
,
drank
coffee
all
the
evening
and
dictated
at
intervals
to
her
eldest
daughter
.
She
also
held
a
discussion
with
Mr
.
Quale
,
of
which
the
subject
seemed
to
be
—
if
I
understood
it
—
the
brotherhood
of
humanity
,
and
gave
utterance
to
some
beautiful
sentiments
.
I
was
not
so
attentive
an
auditor
as
I
might
have
wished
to
be
,
however
,
for
Peepy
and
the
other
children
came
flocking
about
Ada
and
me
in
a
corner
of
the
drawing
-
room
to
ask
for
another
story
;
so
we
sat
down
among
them
and
told
them
in
whispers
"
Puss
in
Boots
"
and
I
don
’
t
know
what
else
until
Mrs
.
Jellyby
,
accidentally
remembering
them
,
sent
them
to
bed
.
As
Peepy
cried
for
me
to
take
him
to
bed
,
I
carried
him
upstairs
,
where
the
young
woman
with
the
flannel
bandage
charged
into
the
midst
of
the
little
family
like
a
dragon
and
overturned
them
into
cribs
.
After
that
I
occupied
myself
in
making
our
room
a
little
tidy
and
in
coaxing
a
very
cross
fire
that
had
been
lighted
to
burn
,
which
at
last
it
did
,
quite
brightly
.
On
my
return
downstairs
,
I
felt
that
Mrs
.
Jellyby
looked
down
upon
me
rather
for
being
so
frivolous
,
and
I
was
sorry
for
it
,
though
at
the
same
time
I
knew
that
I
had
no
higher
pretensions
.
It
was
nearly
midnight
before
we
found
an
opportunity
of
going
to
bed
,
and
even
then
we
left
Mrs
.
Jellyby
among
her
papers
drinking
coffee
and
Miss
Jellyby
biting
the
feather
of
her
pen
.
"
What
a
strange
house
!
"
said
Ada
when
we
got
upstairs
.
"
How
curious
of
my
cousin
Jarndyce
to
send
us
here
!
"
"
My
love
,
"
said
I
,
"
it
quite
confuses
me
.
I
want
to
understand
it
,
and
I
can
’
t
understand
it
at
all
.
"
"
What
?
"
asked
Ada
with
her
pretty
smile
.
"
All
this
,
my
dear
,
"
said
I
.
"
It
MUST
be
very
good
of
Mrs
.
Jellyby
to
take
such
pains
about
a
scheme
for
the
benefit
of
natives
—
and
yet
—
Peepy
and
the
housekeeping
!
"
Ada
laughed
and
put
her
arm
about
my
neck
as
I
stood
looking
at
the
fire
,
and
told
me
I
was
a
quiet
,
dear
,
good
creature
and
had
won
her
heart
.
"
You
are
so
thoughtful
,
Esther
,
"
she
said
,
"
and
yet
so
cheerful
!
And
you
do
so
much
,
so
unpretendingly
!
You
would
make
a
home
out
of
even
this
house
.
"
My
simple
darling
!
She
was
quite
unconscious
that
she
only
praised
herself
and
that
it
was
in
the
goodness
of
her
own
heart
that
she
made
so
much
of
me
!
"
May
I
ask
you
a
question
?
"
said
I
when
we
had
sat
before
the
fire
a
little
while
.
"
Five
hundred
,
"
said
Ada
.
"
Your
cousin
,
Mr
.
Jarndyce
.
I
owe
so
much
to
him
.
Would
you
mind
describing
him
to
me
?
"
Shaking
her
golden
hair
,
Ada
turned
her
eyes
upon
me
with
such
laughing
wonder
that
I
was
full
of
wonder
too
,
partly
at
her
beauty
,
partly
at
her
surprise
.
"
Esther
!
"
she
cried
.
"
My
dear
!
"
"
You
want
a
description
of
my
cousin
Jarndyce
?
"
"
My
dear
,
I
never
saw
him
.
"
"
And
I
never
saw
him
!
"
returned
Ada
.
Well
,
to
be
sure
!
No
,
she
had
never
seen
him
.
Young
as
she
was
when
her
mama
died
,
she
remembered
how
the
tears
would
come
into
her
eyes
when
she
spoke
of
him
and
of
the
noble
generosity
of
his
character
,
which
she
had
said
was
to
be
trusted
above
all
earthly
things
;
and
Ada
trusted
it
.
Her
cousin
Jarndyce
had
written
to
her
a
few
months
ago
—
"
a
plain
,
honest
letter
,
"
Ada
said
—
proposing
the
arrangement
we
were
now
to
enter
on
and
telling
her
that
"
in
time
it
might
heal
some
of
the
wounds
made
by
the
miserable
Chancery
suit
.
"
She
had
replied
,
gratefully
accepting
his
proposal
.
Richard
had
received
a
similar
letter
and
had
made
a
similar
response
.
He
HAD
seen
Mr
.
Jarndyce
once
,
but
only
once
,
five
years
ago
,
at
Winchester
school
.
He
had
told
Ada
,
when
they
were
leaning
on
the
screen
before
the
fire
where
I
found
them
,
that
he
recollected
him
as
"
a
bluff
,
rosy
fellow
.
"
This
was
the
utmost
description
Ada
could
give
me
.
It
set
me
thinking
so
that
when
Ada
was
asleep
,
I
still
remained
before
the
fire
,
wondering
and
wondering
about
Bleak
House
,
and
wondering
and
wondering
that
yesterday
morning
should
seem
so
long
ago
.
I
don
’
t
know
where
my
thoughts
had
wandered
when
they
were
recalled
by
a
tap
at
the
door
.
I
opened
it
softly
and
found
Miss
Jellyby
shivering
there
with
a
broken
candle
in
a
broken
candlestick
in
one
hand
and
an
egg
-
cup
in
the
other
.
"
Good
night
!
"
she
said
very
sulkily
.
"
Good
night
!
"
said
I
.
"
May
I
come
in
?
"
she
shortly
and
unexpectedly
asked
me
in
the
same
sulky
way
.
"
Certainly
,
"
said
I
.
"
Don
’
t
wake
Miss
Clare
.
"
She
would
not
sit
down
,
but
stood
by
the
fire
dipping
her
inky
middle
finger
in
the
egg
-
cup
,
which
contained
vinegar
,
and
smearing
it
over
the
ink
stains
on
her
face
,
frowning
the
whole
time
and
looking
very
gloomy
.
"
I
wish
Africa
was
dead
!
"
she
said
on
a
sudden
.
I
was
going
to
remonstrate
.
"
I
do
!
"
she
said
"
Don
’
t
talk
to
me
,
Miss
Summerson
.
I
hate
it
and
detest
it
.
It
’
s
a
beast
!
"
I
told
her
she
was
tired
,
and
I
was
sorry
.
I
put
my
hand
upon
her
head
,
and
touched
her
forehead
,
and
said
it
was
hot
now
but
would
be
cool
to
-
morrow
.
She
still
stood
pouting
and
frowning
at
me
,
but
presently
put
down
her
egg
-
cup
and
turned
softly
towards
the
bed
where
Ada
lay
.
"
She
is
very
pretty
!
"
she
said
with
the
same
knitted
brow
and
in
the
same
uncivil
manner
.
I
assented
with
a
smile
.
"
An
orphan
.
Ain
’
t
she
?
"
"
Yes
.
"
"
But
knows
a
quantity
,
I
suppose
?
Can
dance
,
and
play
music
,
and
sing
?
She
can
talk
French
,
I
suppose
,
and
do
geography
,
and
globes
,
and
needlework
,
and
everything
?
"
"
No
doubt
,
"
said
I
.
"
I
can
’
t
,
"
she
returned
.
"
I
can
’
t
do
anything
hardly
,
except
write
.
I
’
m
always
writing
for
Ma
.
I
wonder
you
two
were
not
ashamed
of
yourselves
to
come
in
this
afternoon
and
see
me
able
to
do
nothing
else
.
It
was
like
your
ill
nature
.
Yet
you
think
yourselves
very
fine
,
I
dare
say
!
"
I
could
see
that
the
poor
girl
was
near
crying
,
and
I
resumed
my
chair
without
speaking
and
looked
at
her
(
I
hope
)
as
mildly
as
I
felt
towards
her
.
"
It
’
s
disgraceful
,
"
she
said
.
"
You
know
it
is
.
The
whole
house
is
disgraceful
.
The
children
are
disgraceful
.
I
’
M
disgraceful
.
Pa
’
s
miserable
,
and
no
wonder
!
Priscilla
drinks
—
she
’
s
always
drinking
.
It
’
s
a
great
shame
and
a
great
story
of
you
if
you
say
you
didn
’
t
smell
her
to
-
day
.
It
was
as
bad
as
a
public
-
house
,
waiting
at
dinner
;
you
know
it
was
!
"
"
My
dear
,
I
don
’
t
know
it
,
"
said
I
.
"
You
do
,
"
she
said
very
shortly
.
"
You
shan
’
t
say
you
don
’
t
.
You
do
!
"
"
Oh
,
my
dear
!
"
said
I
.
"
If
you
won
’
t
let
me
speak
—
"
"
You
’
re
speaking
now
.
You
know
you
are
.
Don
’
t
tell
stories
,
Miss
Summerson
.
"
"
My
dear
,
"
said
I
,
"
as
long
as
you
won
’
t
hear
me
out
—
"
"
I
don
’
t
want
to
hear
you
out
.
"
"
Oh
,
yes
,
I
think
you
do
,
"
said
I
,
"
because
that
would
be
so
very
unreasonable
.
I
did
not
know
what
you
tell
me
because
the
servant
did
not
come
near
me
at
dinner
;
but
I
don
’
t
doubt
what
you
tell
me
,
and
I
am
sorry
to
hear
it
.
"
"
You
needn
’
t
make
a
merit
of
that
,
"
said
she
.
"
No
,
my
dear
,
"
said
I
.
"
That
would
be
very
foolish
.
"
She
was
still
standing
by
the
bed
,
and
now
stooped
down
(
but
still
with
the
same
discontented
face
)
and
kissed
Ada
.
That
done
,
she
came
softly
back
and
stood
by
the
side
of
my
chair
.
Her
bosom
was
heaving
in
a
distressful
manner
that
I
greatly
pitied
,
but
I
thought
it
better
not
to
speak
.
"
I
wish
I
was
dead
!
"
she
broke
out
.
"
I
wish
we
were
all
dead
.
It
would
be
a
great
deal
better
for
us
"
In
a
moment
afterwards
,
she
knelt
on
the
ground
at
my
side
,
hid
her
face
in
my
dress
,
passionately
begged
my
pardon
,
and
wept
.
I
comforted
her
and
would
have
raised
her
,
but
she
cried
no
,
no
;
she
wanted
to
stay
there
!
"
You
used
to
teach
girls
,
"
she
said
,
"
If
you
could
only
have
taught
me
,
I
could
have
learnt
from
you
!
I
am
so
very
miserable
,
and
I
like
you
so
much
!
"
I
could
not
persuade
her
to
sit
by
me
or
to
do
anything
but
move
a
ragged
stool
to
where
she
was
kneeling
,
and
take
that
,
and
still
hold
my
dress
in
the
same
manner
.
By
degrees
the
poor
tired
girl
fell
asleep
,
and
then
I
contrived
to
raise
her
head
so
that
it
should
rest
on
my
lap
,
and
to
cover
us
both
with
shawls
.
The
fire
went
out
,
and
all
night
long
she
slumbered
thus
before
the
ashy
grate
.
At
first
I
was
painfully
awake
and
vainly
tried
to
lose
myself
,
with
my
eyes
closed
,
among
the
scenes
of
the
day
.
At
length
,
by
slow
degrees
,
they
became
indistinct
and
mingled
.
I
began
to
lose
the
identity
of
the
sleeper
resting
on
me
.
Now
it
was
Ada
,
now
one
of
my
old
Reading
friends
from
whom
I
could
not
believe
I
had
so
recently
parted
.
Now
it
was
the
little
mad
woman
worn
out
with
curtsying
and
smiling
,
now
some
one
in
authority
at
Bleak
House
.
Lastly
,
it
was
no
one
,
and
I
was
no
one
.
The
purblind
day
was
feebly
struggling
with
the
fog
when
I
opened
my
eyes
to
encounter
those
of
a
dirty
-
faced
little
spectre
fixed
upon
me
.
Peepy
had
scaled
his
crib
,
and
crept
down
in
his
bed
-
gown
and
cap
,
and
was
so
cold
that
his
teeth
were
chattering
as
if
he
had
cut
them
all
.
