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The
old
girl
never
appears
in
walking
trim
,
in
any
season
of
the
year
,
without
a
grey
cloth
cloak
,
coarse
and
much
worn
but
very
clean
,
which
is
,
undoubtedly
,
the
identical
garment
rendered
so
interesting
to
Mr
.
Bagnet
by
having
made
its
way
home
to
Europe
from
another
quarter
of
the
globe
in
company
with
Mrs
.
Bagnet
and
an
umbrella
.
The
latter
faithful
appendage
is
also
invariably
a
part
of
the
old
girl
’
s
presence
out
of
doors
.
It
is
of
no
colour
known
in
this
life
and
has
a
corrugated
wooden
crook
for
a
handle
,
with
a
metallic
object
let
into
its
prow
,
or
beak
,
resembling
a
little
model
of
a
fanlight
over
a
street
door
or
one
of
the
oval
glasses
out
of
a
pair
of
spectacles
,
which
ornamental
object
has
not
that
tenacious
capacity
of
sticking
to
its
post
that
might
be
desired
in
an
article
long
associated
with
the
British
army
.
The
old
girl
’
s
umbrella
is
of
a
flabby
habit
of
waist
and
seems
to
be
in
need
of
stays
—
an
appearance
that
is
possibly
referable
to
its
having
served
through
a
series
of
years
at
home
as
a
cupboard
and
on
journeys
as
a
carpet
bag
.
She
never
puts
it
up
,
having
the
greatest
reliance
on
her
well
-
proved
cloak
with
its
capacious
hood
,
but
generally
uses
the
instrument
as
a
wand
with
which
to
point
out
joints
of
meat
or
bunches
of
greens
in
marketing
or
to
arrest
the
attention
of
tradesmen
by
a
friendly
poke
.
Without
her
market
-
basket
,
which
is
a
sort
of
wicker
well
with
two
flapping
lids
,
she
never
stirs
abroad
.
Attended
by
these
her
trusty
companions
,
therefore
,
her
honest
sunburnt
face
looking
cheerily
out
of
a
rough
straw
bonnet
,
Mrs
.
Bagnet
now
arrives
,
fresh
-
coloured
and
bright
,
in
George
’
s
Shooting
Gallery
.
"
Well
,
George
,
old
fellow
,
"
says
she
,
"
and
how
do
YOU
do
,
this
sunshiny
morning
?
"
Giving
him
a
friendly
shake
of
the
hand
,
Mrs
.
Bagnet
draws
a
long
breath
after
her
walk
and
sits
down
to
enjoy
a
rest
.
Having
a
faculty
,
matured
on
the
tops
of
baggage
-
waggons
and
in
other
such
positions
,
of
resting
easily
anywhere
,
she
perches
on
a
rough
bench
,
unties
her
bonnet
-
strings
,
pushes
back
her
bonnet
,
crosses
her
arms
,
and
looks
perfectly
comfortable
.
Mr
.
Bagnet
in
the
meantime
has
shaken
hands
with
his
old
comrade
and
with
Phil
,
on
whom
Mrs
.
Bagnet
likewise
bestows
a
good
-
humoured
nod
and
smile
.
"
Now
,
George
,
"
said
Mrs
.
Bagnet
briskly
,
"
here
we
are
,
Lignum
and
myself
"
—
she
often
speaks
of
her
husband
by
this
appellation
,
on
account
,
as
it
is
supposed
,
of
Lignum
Vitae
having
been
his
old
regimental
nickname
when
they
first
became
acquainted
,
in
compliment
to
the
extreme
hardness
and
toughness
of
his
physiognomy
—
"
just
looked
in
,
we
have
,
to
make
it
all
correct
as
usual
about
that
security
.
Give
him
the
new
bill
to
sign
,
George
,
and
he
’
ll
sign
it
like
a
man
.
"
"
I
was
coming
to
you
this
morning
,
"
observes
the
trooper
reluctantly
.
"
Yes
,
we
thought
you
’
d
come
to
us
this
morning
,
but
we
turned
out
early
and
left
Woolwich
,
the
best
of
boys
,
to
mind
his
sisters
and
came
to
you
instead
—
as
you
see
!
For
Lignum
,
he
’
s
tied
so
close
now
,
and
gets
so
little
exercise
,
that
a
walk
does
him
good
.
But
what
’
s
the
matter
,
George
?
"
asks
Mrs
.
Bagnet
,
stopping
in
her
cheerful
talk
.
"
You
don
’
t
look
yourself
.
"
"
I
am
not
quite
myself
,
"
returns
the
trooper
;
"
I
have
been
a
little
put
out
,
Mrs
.
Bagnet
.
"
Her
bright
quick
eye
catches
the
truth
directly
.
"
George
!
"
holding
up
her
forefinger
.
"
Don
’
t
tell
me
there
’
s
anything
wrong
about
that
security
of
Lignum
’
s
!
Don
’
t
do
it
,
George
,
on
account
of
the
children
!
"
The
trooper
looks
at
her
with
a
troubled
visage
.
"
George
,
"
says
Mrs
.
Bagnet
,
using
both
her
arms
for
emphasis
and
occasionally
bringing
down
her
open
hands
upon
her
knees
.
"
If
you
have
allowed
anything
wrong
to
come
to
that
security
of
Lignum
’
s
,
and
if
you
have
let
him
in
for
it
,
and
if
you
have
put
us
in
danger
of
being
sold
up
—
and
I
see
sold
up
in
your
face
,
George
,
as
plain
as
print
—
you
have
done
a
shameful
action
and
have
deceived
us
cruelly
.
I
tell
you
,
cruelly
,
George
.
There
!
"
Mr
.
Bagnet
,
otherwise
as
immovable
as
a
pump
or
a
lamp
-
post
,
puts
his
large
right
hand
on
the
top
of
his
bald
head
as
if
to
defend
it
from
a
shower
-
bath
and
looks
with
great
uneasiness
at
Mrs
.
Bagnet
.
"
George
,
"
says
that
old
girl
,
"
I
wonder
at
you
!
George
,
I
am
ashamed
of
you
!
George
,
I
couldn
’
t
have
believed
you
would
have
done
it
!
I
always
knew
you
to
be
a
rolling
stone
that
gathered
no
moss
,
but
I
never
thought
you
would
have
taken
away
what
little
moss
there
was
for
Bagnet
and
the
children
to
lie
upon
.
You
know
what
a
hard
-
working
,
steady
-
going
chap
he
is
.
You
know
what
Quebec
and
Malta
and
Woolwich
are
,
and
I
never
did
think
you
would
,
or
could
,
have
had
the
heart
to
serve
us
so
.
Oh
,
George
!
"
Mrs
.
Bagnet
gathers
up
her
cloak
to
wipe
her
eyes
on
in
a
very
genuine
manner
,
"
How
could
you
do
it
?
"
Mrs
.
Bagnet
ceasing
,
Mr
.
Bagnet
removes
his
hand
from
his
head
as
if
the
shower
-
bath
were
over
and
looks
disconsolately
at
Mr
.
George
,
who
has
turned
quite
white
and
looks
distressfully
at
the
grey
cloak
and
straw
bonnet
.
"
Mat
,
"
says
the
trooper
in
a
subdued
voice
,
addressing
him
but
still
looking
at
his
wife
,
"
I
am
sorry
you
take
it
so
much
to
heart
,
because
I
do
hope
it
’
s
not
so
bad
as
that
comes
to
.
I
certainly
have
,
this
morning
,
received
this
letter
"
—
which
he
reads
aloud
—
"
but
I
hope
it
may
be
set
right
yet
.
As
to
a
rolling
stone
,
why
,
what
you
say
is
true
.
I
AM
a
rolling
stone
,
and
I
never
rolled
in
anybody
’
s
way
,
I
fully
believe
,
that
I
rolled
the
least
good
to
.
But
it
’
s
impossible
for
an
old
vagabond
comrade
to
like
your
wife
and
family
better
than
I
like
’
em
,
Mat
,
and
I
trust
you
’
ll
look
upon
me
as
forgivingly
as
you
can
.
Don
’
t
think
I
’
ve
kept
anything
from
you
.
I
haven
’
t
had
the
letter
more
than
a
quarter
of
an
hour
.
"
"
Old
girl
,
"
murmurs
Mr
.
Bagnet
after
a
short
silence
,
"
will
you
tell
him
my
opinion
?
"
"
Oh
!
Why
didn
’
t
he
marry
,
"
Mrs
.
Bagnet
answers
,
half
laughing
and
half
crying
,
"
Joe
Pouch
’
s
widder
in
North
America
?
Then
he
wouldn
’
t
have
got
himself
into
these
troubles
.
"
"
The
old
girl
,
"
says
Mr
.
Bagnet
,
"
puts
it
correct
—
why
didn
’
t
you
?
"
"
Well
,
she
has
a
better
husband
by
this
time
,
I
hope
,
"
returns
the
trooper
.
"
Anyhow
,
here
I
stand
,
this
present
day
,
NOT
married
to
Joe
Pouch
’
s
widder
.
What
shall
I
do
?
You
see
all
I
have
got
about
me
.
It
’
s
not
mine
;
it
’
s
yours
.
Give
the
word
,
and
I
’
ll
sell
off
every
morsel
.
If
I
could
have
hoped
it
would
have
brought
in
nearly
the
sum
wanted
,
I
’
d
have
sold
all
long
ago
.
Don
’
t
believe
that
I
’
ll
leave
you
or
yours
in
the
lurch
,
Mat
.
I
’
d
sell
myself
first
.
I
only
wish
,
"
says
the
trooper
,
giving
himself
a
disparaging
blow
in
the
chest
,
"
that
I
knew
of
any
one
who
’
d
buy
such
a
second
-
hand
piece
of
old
stores
.
"
"
Old
girl
,
"
murmurs
Mr
.
Bagnet
,
"
give
him
another
bit
of
my
mind
.
"
"
George
,
"
says
the
old
girl
,
"
you
are
not
so
much
to
be
blamed
,
on
full
consideration
,
except
for
ever
taking
this
business
without
the
means
.
"
"
And
that
was
like
me
!
"
observes
the
penitent
trooper
,
shaking
his
head
.
"
Like
me
,
I
know
.
"
"
Silence
!
The
old
girl
,
"
says
Mr
.
Bagnet
,
"
is
correct
—
in
her
way
of
giving
my
opinions
—
hear
me
out
!
"
"
That
was
when
you
never
ought
to
have
asked
for
the
security
,
George
,
and
when
you
never
ought
to
have
got
it
,
all
things
considered
.
But
what
’
s
done
can
’
t
be
undone
.
You
are
always
an
honourable
and
straightforward
fellow
,
as
far
as
lays
in
your
power
,
though
a
little
flighty
.
On
the
other
hand
,
you
can
’
t
admit
but
what
it
’
s
natural
in
us
to
be
anxious
with
such
a
thing
hanging
over
our
heads
.
So
forget
and
forgive
all
round
,
George
.
Come
!
Forget
and
forgive
all
round
!
"
Mrs
.
Bagnet
,
giving
him
one
of
her
honest
hands
and
giving
her
husband
the
other
,
Mr
.
George
gives
each
of
them
one
of
his
and
holds
them
while
he
speaks
.
"
I
do
assure
you
both
,
there
’
s
nothing
I
wouldn
’
t
do
to
discharge
this
obligation
.
But
whatever
I
have
been
able
to
scrape
together
has
gone
every
two
months
in
keeping
it
up
.
We
have
lived
plainly
enough
here
,
Phil
and
I
.
But
the
gallery
don
’
t
quite
do
what
was
expected
of
it
,
and
it
’
s
not
—
in
short
,
it
’
s
not
the
mint
.
It
was
wrong
in
me
to
take
it
?
Well
,
so
it
was
.
But
I
was
in
a
manner
drawn
into
that
step
,
and
I
thought
it
might
steady
me
,
and
set
me
up
,
and
you
’
ll
try
to
overlook
my
having
such
expectations
,
and
upon
my
soul
,
I
am
very
much
obliged
to
you
,
and
very
much
ashamed
of
myself
.
"
With
these
concluding
words
,
Mr
.
George
gives
a
shake
to
each
of
the
hands
he
holds
,
and
relinquishing
them
,
backs
a
pace
or
two
in
a
broad
-
chested
,
upright
attitude
,
as
if
he
had
made
a
final
confession
and
were
immediately
going
to
be
shot
with
all
military
honours
.
"
George
,
hear
me
out
!
"
says
Mr
.
Bagnet
,
glancing
at
his
wife
.
"
Old
girl
,
go
on
!
"
Mr
.
Bagnet
,
being
in
this
singular
manner
heard
out
,
has
merely
to
observe
that
the
letter
must
be
attended
to
without
any
delay
,
that
it
is
advisable
that
George
and
he
should
immediately
wait
on
Mr
.
Smallweed
in
person
,
and
that
the
primary
object
is
to
save
and
hold
harmless
Mr
.
Bagnet
,
who
had
none
of
the
money
.
Mr
.
George
,
entirely
assenting
,
puts
on
his
hat
and
prepares
to
march
with
Mr
.
Bagnet
to
the
enemy
’
s
camp
.
"
Don
’
t
you
mind
a
woman
’
s
hasty
word
,
George
,
"
says
Mrs
.
Bagnet
,
patting
him
on
the
shoulder
.
"
I
trust
my
old
Lignum
to
you
,
and
I
am
sure
you
’
ll
bring
him
through
it
.
"
The
trooper
returns
that
this
is
kindly
said
and
that
he
WILL
bring
Lignum
through
it
somehow
.
Upon
which
Mrs
.
Bagnet
,
with
her
cloak
,
basket
,
and
umbrella
,
goes
home
,
bright
-
eyed
again
,
to
the
rest
of
her
family
,
and
the
comrades
sally
forth
on
the
hopeful
errand
of
mollifying
Mr
.
Smallweed
.
Whether
there
are
two
people
in
England
less
likely
to
come
satisfactorily
out
of
any
negotiation
with
Mr
.
Smallweed
than
Mr
.
George
and
Mr
.
Matthew
Bagnet
may
be
very
reasonably
questioned
.
Also
,
notwithstanding
their
martial
appearance
,
broad
square
shoulders
,
and
heavy
tread
,
whether
there
are
within
the
same
limits
two
more
simple
and
unaccustomed
children
in
all
the
Smallweedy
affairs
of
life
.
As
they
proceed
with
great
gravity
through
the
streets
towards
the
region
of
Mount
Pleasant
,
Mr
.
Bagnet
,
observing
his
companion
to
be
thoughtful
,
considers
it
a
friendly
part
to
refer
to
Mrs
.
Bagnet
’
s
late
sally
.
"
George
,
you
know
the
old
girl
—
she
’
s
as
sweet
and
as
mild
as
milk
.
But
touch
her
on
the
children
—
or
myself
—
and
she
’
s
off
like
gunpowder
.
"
"
It
does
her
credit
,
Mat
!
"
"
George
,
"
says
Mr
.
Bagnet
,
looking
straight
before
him
,
"
the
old
girl
—
can
’
t
do
anything
—
that
don
’
t
do
her
credit
.
More
or
less
.
I
never
say
so
.
Discipline
must
be
maintained
.
"
"
She
’
s
worth
her
weight
in
gold
,
"
says
the
trooper
.
"
In
gold
?
"
says
Mr
.
Bagnet
.
"
I
’
ll
tell
you
what
.
The
old
girl
’
s
weight
—
is
twelve
stone
six
.
Would
I
take
that
weight
—
in
any
metal
—
for
the
old
girl
?
No
.
Why
not
?
Because
the
old
girl
’
s
metal
is
far
more
precious
—
than
the
preciousest
metal
.
And
she
’
s
ALL
metal
!
"
"
You
are
right
,
Mat
!
"
"
When
she
took
me
—
and
accepted
of
the
ring
—
she
’
listed
under
me
and
the
children
—
heart
and
head
,
for
life
.
She
’
s
that
earnest
,
"
says
Mr
.
Bagnet
,
"
and
true
to
her
colours
—
that
,
touch
us
with
a
finger
—
and
she
turns
out
—
and
stands
to
her
arms
.
If
the
old
girl
fires
wide
—
once
in
a
way
—
at
the
call
of
duty
—
look
over
it
,
George
.
For
she
’
s
loyal
!
"
"
Why
,
bless
her
,
Mat
,
"
returns
the
trooper
,
"
I
think
the
higher
of
her
for
it
!
"
"
You
are
right
!
"
says
Mr
.
Bagnet
with
the
warmest
enthusiasm
,
though
without
relaxing
the
rigidity
of
a
single
muscle
.
"
Think
as
high
of
the
old
girl
—
as
the
rock
of
Gibraltar
—
and
still
you
’
ll
be
thinking
low
—
of
such
merits
.
But
I
never
own
to
it
before
her
.
Discipline
must
be
maintained
.
"
These
encomiums
bring
them
to
Mount
Pleasant
and
to
Grandfather
Smallweed
’
s
house
.
The
door
is
opened
by
the
perennial
Judy
,
who
,
having
surveyed
them
from
top
to
toe
with
no
particular
favour
,
but
indeed
with
a
malignant
sneer
,
leaves
them
standing
there
while
she
consults
the
oracle
as
to
their
admission
.
The
oracle
may
be
inferred
to
give
consent
from
the
circumstance
of
her
returning
with
the
words
on
her
honey
lips
that
they
can
come
in
if
they
want
to
it
.
Thus
privileged
,
they
come
in
and
find
Mr
.
Smallweed
with
his
feet
in
the
drawer
of
his
chair
as
if
it
were
a
paper
foot
-
bath
and
Mrs
.
Smallweed
obscured
with
the
cushion
like
a
bird
that
is
not
to
sing
.
"
My
dear
friend
,
"
says
Grandfather
Smallweed
with
those
two
lean
affectionate
arms
of
his
stretched
forth
.
"
How
de
do
?
How
de
do
?
Who
is
our
friend
,
my
dear
friend
?
"
"
Why
this
,
"
returns
George
,
not
able
to
be
very
conciliatory
at
first
,
"
is
Matthew
Bagnet
,
who
has
obliged
me
in
that
matter
of
ours
,
you
know
.
"
"
Oh
!
Mr
.
Bagnet
?
Surely
!
"
The
old
man
looks
at
him
under
his
hand
.
"
Hope
you
’
re
well
,
Mr
.
Bagnet
?
Fine
man
,
Mr
.
George
!
Military
air
,
sir
!
"
No
chairs
being
offered
,
Mr
.
George
brings
one
forward
for
Bagnet
and
one
for
himself
.
They
sit
down
,
Mr
.
Bagnet
as
if
he
had
no
power
of
bending
himself
,
except
at
the
hips
,
for
that
purpose
.
"
Judy
,
"
says
Mr
.
Smallweed
,
"
bring
the
pipe
.
"
"
Why
,
I
don
’
t
know
,
"
Mr
.
George
interposes
,
"
that
the
young
woman
need
give
herself
that
trouble
,
for
to
tell
you
the
truth
,
I
am
not
inclined
to
smoke
it
to
-
day
.
"
"
Ain
’
t
you
?
"
returns
the
old
man
.
"
Judy
,
bring
the
pipe
.
"
"
The
fact
is
,
Mr
.
Smallweed
,
"
proceeds
George
,
"
that
I
find
myself
in
rather
an
unpleasant
state
of
mind
.
It
appears
to
me
,
sir
,
that
your
friend
in
the
city
has
been
playing
tricks
.
"
"
Oh
,
dear
no
!
"
says
Grandfather
Smallweed
.
"
He
never
does
that
!
"
"
Don
’
t
he
?
Well
,
I
am
glad
to
hear
it
,
because
I
thought
it
might
be
HIS
doing
.
This
,
you
know
,
I
am
speaking
of
.
This
letter
.
"
Grandfather
Smallweed
smiles
in
a
very
ugly
way
in
recognition
of
the
letter
.
"
What
does
it
mean
?
"
asks
Mr
.
George
.
"
Judy
,
"
says
the
old
man
.
"
Have
you
got
the
pipe
?
Give
it
to
me
.
Did
you
say
what
does
it
mean
,
my
good
friend
?
"
"
Aye
!
Now
,
come
,
come
,
you
know
,
Mr
.
Smallweed
,
"
urges
the
trooper
,
constraining
himself
to
speak
as
smoothly
and
confidentially
as
he
can
,
holding
the
open
letter
in
one
hand
and
resting
the
broad
knuckles
of
the
other
on
his
thigh
,
"
a
good
lot
of
money
has
passed
between
us
,
and
we
are
face
to
face
at
the
present
moment
,
and
are
both
well
aware
of
the
understanding
there
has
always
been
.
I
am
prepared
to
do
the
usual
thing
which
I
have
done
regularly
and
to
keep
this
matter
going
.
I
never
got
a
letter
like
this
from
you
before
,
and
I
have
been
a
little
put
about
by
it
this
morning
,
because
here
’
s
my
friend
Matthew
Bagnet
,
who
,
you
know
,
had
none
of
the
money
—
"
"
I
DON
’
T
know
it
,
you
know
,
"
says
the
old
man
quietly
.
"
Why
,
con
-
found
you
—
it
,
I
mean
—
I
tell
you
so
,
don
’
t
I
?
"
"
Oh
,
yes
,
you
tell
me
so
,
"
returns
Grandfather
Smallweed
.
"
But
I
don
’
t
know
it
.
"
"
Well
!
"
says
the
trooper
,
swallowing
his
fire
.
"
I
know
it
.
"
Mr
.
Smallweed
replies
with
excellent
temper
,
"
Ah
!
That
’
s
quite
another
thing
!
"
And
adds
,
"
But
it
don
’
t
matter
.
Mr
.
Bagnet
’
s
situation
is
all
one
,
whether
or
no
.
"
The
unfortunate
George
makes
a
great
effort
to
arrange
the
affair
comfortably
and
to
propitiate
Mr
.
Smallweed
by
taking
him
upon
his
own
terms
.
"
That
’
s
just
what
I
mean
.
As
you
say
,
Mr
.
Smallweed
,
here
’
s
Matthew
Bagnet
liable
to
be
fixed
whether
or
no
.
Now
,
you
see
,
that
makes
his
good
lady
very
uneasy
in
her
mind
,
and
me
too
,
for
whereas
I
’
m
a
harum
-
scarum
sort
of
a
good
-
for
-
nought
that
more
kicks
than
halfpence
come
natural
to
,
why
he
’
s
a
steady
family
man
,
don
’
t
you
see
?
Now
,
Mr
.
Smallweed
,
"
says
the
trooper
,
gaining
confidence
as
he
proceeds
in
his
soldierly
mode
of
doing
business
,
"
although
you
and
I
are
good
friends
enough
in
a
certain
sort
of
a
way
,
I
am
well
aware
that
I
can
’
t
ask
you
to
let
my
friend
Bagnet
off
entirely
.
"
"
Oh
,
dear
,
you
are
too
modest
.
You
can
ASK
me
anything
,
Mr
.
George
.
"
(
There
is
an
ogreish
kind
of
jocularity
in
Grandfather
Smallweed
to
-
day
.
