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Snagsby
she
was
allus
a
-
chivying
on
me
—
like
everybody
everywheres
.
"
"
Where
have
you
come
from
?
"
Jo
looks
all
round
the
court
again
,
looks
at
his
questioner
’
s
knees
again
,
and
concludes
by
laying
his
profile
against
the
hoarding
in
a
sort
of
resignation
.
"
Did
you
hear
me
ask
you
where
you
have
come
from
?
"
"
Tramp
then
,
"
says
Jo
.
"
Now
tell
me
,
"
proceeds
Allan
,
making
a
strong
effort
to
overcome
his
repugnance
,
going
very
near
to
him
,
and
leaning
over
him
with
an
expression
of
confidence
,
"
tell
me
how
it
came
about
that
you
left
that
house
when
the
good
young
lady
had
been
so
unfortunate
as
to
pity
you
and
take
you
home
.
"
Jo
suddenly
comes
out
of
his
resignation
and
excitedly
declares
,
addressing
the
woman
,
that
he
never
known
about
the
young
lady
,
that
he
never
heern
about
it
,
that
he
never
went
fur
to
hurt
her
,
that
he
would
sooner
have
hurt
his
own
self
,
that
he
’
d
sooner
have
had
his
unfortnet
ed
chopped
off
than
ever
gone
a
-
nigh
her
,
and
that
she
wos
wery
good
to
him
,
she
wos
.
Conducting
himself
throughout
as
if
in
his
poor
fashion
he
really
meant
it
,
and
winding
up
with
some
very
miserable
sobs
.
Allan
Woodcourt
sees
that
this
is
not
a
sham
.
He
constrains
himself
to
touch
him
.
"
Come
,
Jo
.
Tell
me
.
"
"
No
.
I
dustn
’
t
,
"
says
Jo
,
relapsing
into
the
profile
state
.
"
I
dustn
’
t
,
or
I
would
.
"
"
But
I
must
know
,
"
returns
the
other
,
"
all
the
same
.
Come
,
Jo
.
"
After
two
or
three
such
adjurations
,
Jo
lifts
up
his
head
again
,
looks
round
the
court
again
,
and
says
in
a
low
voice
,
"
Well
,
I
’
ll
tell
you
something
.
I
was
took
away
.
There
!
"
"
Took
away
?
In
the
night
?
"
"
Ah
!
"
Very
apprehensive
of
being
overheard
,
Jo
looks
about
him
and
even
glances
up
some
ten
feet
at
the
top
of
the
hoarding
and
through
the
cracks
in
it
lest
the
object
of
his
distrust
should
be
looking
over
or
hidden
on
the
other
side
.
"
Who
took
you
away
?
"
"
I
dustn
’
t
name
him
,
"
says
Jo
.
"
I
dustn
’
t
do
it
,
sir
.
"
But
I
want
,
in
the
young
lady
’
s
name
,
to
know
.
You
may
trust
me
.
No
one
else
shall
hear
.
"
"
Ah
,
but
I
don
’
t
know
,
"
replies
Jo
,
shaking
his
head
fearfully
,
"
as
he
DON
’
T
hear
.
"
"
Why
,
he
is
not
in
this
place
.
"
"
Oh
,
ain
’
t
he
though
?
"
says
Jo
.
"
He
’
s
in
all
manner
of
places
,
all
at
wanst
.
"
Allan
looks
at
him
in
perplexity
,
but
discovers
some
real
meaning
and
good
faith
at
the
bottom
of
this
bewildering
reply
.
He
patiently
awaits
an
explicit
answer
;
and
Jo
,
more
baffled
by
his
patience
than
by
anything
else
,
at
last
desperately
whispers
a
name
in
his
ear
.
"
Aye
!
"
says
Allan
.
"
Why
,
what
had
you
been
doing
?
"
"
Nothink
,
sir
.
Never
done
nothink
to
get
myself
into
no
trouble
,
’
sept
in
not
moving
on
and
the
inkwhich
.
But
I
’
m
a
-
moving
on
now
.
I
’
m
a
-
moving
on
to
the
berryin
ground
—
that
’
s
the
move
as
I
’
m
up
to
.
"
"
No
,
no
,
we
will
try
to
prevent
that
.
But
what
did
he
do
with
you
?
"
"
Put
me
in
a
horsepittle
,
"
replied
Jo
,
whispering
,
"
till
I
was
discharged
,
then
giv
me
a
little
money
—
four
half
-
bulls
,
wot
you
may
call
half
-
crowns
—
and
ses
’
Hook
it
!
Nobody
wants
you
here
,
’
he
ses
.
’
You
hook
it
.
You
go
and
tramp
,
’
he
ses
.
’
You
move
on
,
’
he
ses
.
’
Don
’
t
let
me
ever
see
you
nowheres
within
forty
mile
of
London
,
or
you
’
ll
repent
it
.
’
So
I
shall
,
if
ever
he
doos
see
me
,
and
he
’
ll
see
me
if
I
’
m
above
ground
,
"
concludes
Jo
,
nervously
repeating
all
his
former
precautions
and
investigations
.
Allan
considers
a
little
,
then
remarks
,
turning
to
the
woman
but
keeping
an
encouraging
eye
on
Jo
,
"
He
is
not
so
ungrateful
as
you
supposed
.
He
had
a
reason
for
going
away
,
though
it
was
an
insufficient
one
.
"
"
Thankee
,
sir
,
thankee
!
"
exclaims
Jo
.
"
There
now
!
See
how
hard
you
wos
upon
me
.
But
ony
you
tell
the
young
lady
wot
the
genlmn
ses
,
and
it
’
s
all
right
.
For
YOU
wos
wery
good
to
me
too
,
and
I
knows
it
.
"
"
Now
,
Jo
,
"
says
Allan
,
keeping
his
eye
upon
him
,
"
come
with
me
and
I
will
find
you
a
better
place
than
this
to
lie
down
and
hide
in
.
If
I
take
one
side
of
the
way
and
you
the
other
to
avoid
observation
,
you
will
not
run
away
,
I
know
very
well
,
if
you
make
me
a
promise
.
"
"
I
won
’
t
,
not
unless
I
wos
to
see
HIM
a
-
coming
,
sir
.
"
"
Very
well
.
I
take
your
word
.
Half
the
town
is
getting
up
by
this
time
,
and
the
whole
town
will
be
broad
awake
in
another
hour
.
Come
along
.
Good
day
again
,
my
good
woman
.
"
"
Good
day
again
,
sir
,
and
I
thank
you
kindly
many
times
again
.
"
She
has
been
sitting
on
her
bag
,
deeply
attentive
,
and
now
rises
and
takes
it
up
.
Jo
,
repeating
,
"
Ony
you
tell
the
young
lady
as
I
never
went
fur
to
hurt
her
and
wot
the
genlmn
ses
!
"
nods
and
shambles
and
shivers
,
and
smears
and
blinks
,
and
half
laughs
and
half
cries
,
a
farewell
to
her
,
and
takes
his
creeping
way
along
after
Allan
Woodcourt
,
close
to
the
houses
on
the
opposite
side
of
the
street
.
In
this
order
,
the
two
come
up
out
of
Tom
-
all
-
Alone
’
s
into
the
broad
rays
of
the
sunlight
and
the
purer
air
As
Allan
Woodcourt
and
Jo
proceed
along
the
streets
where
the
high
church
spires
and
the
distances
are
so
near
and
clear
in
the
morning
light
that
the
city
itself
seems
renewed
by
rest
,
Allan
revolves
in
his
mind
how
and
where
he
shall
bestow
his
companion
.
"
It
surely
is
a
strange
fact
,
"
he
considers
,
"
that
in
the
heart
of
a
civilized
world
this
creature
in
human
form
should
be
more
difficult
to
dispose
of
than
an
unowned
dog
.
"
But
it
is
none
the
less
a
fact
because
of
its
strangeness
,
and
the
difficulty
remains
.
At
first
he
looks
behind
him
often
to
assure
himself
that
Jo
is
still
really
following
.
But
look
where
he
will
,
he
still
beholds
him
close
to
the
opposite
houses
,
making
his
way
with
his
wary
hand
from
brick
to
brick
and
from
door
to
door
,
and
often
,
as
he
creeps
along
,
glancing
over
at
him
watchfully
.
Soon
satisfied
that
the
last
thing
in
his
thoughts
is
to
give
him
the
slip
,
Allan
goes
on
,
considering
with
a
less
divided
attention
what
he
shall
do
.
A
breakfast
-
stall
at
a
street
-
corner
suggests
the
first
thing
to
be
done
.
He
stops
there
,
looks
round
,
and
beckons
Jo
.
Jo
crosses
and
comes
halting
and
shuffling
up
,
slowly
scooping
the
knuckles
of
his
right
hand
round
and
round
in
the
hollowed
palm
of
his
left
,
kneading
dirt
with
a
natural
pestle
and
mortar
.
What
is
a
dainty
repast
to
Jo
is
then
set
before
him
,
and
he
begins
to
gulp
the
coffee
and
to
gnaw
the
bread
and
butter
,
looking
anxiously
about
him
in
all
directions
as
he
eats
and
drinks
,
like
a
scared
animal
.
But
he
is
so
sick
and
miserable
that
even
hunger
has
abandoned
him
.
"
I
thought
I
was
amost
a
-
starvin
,
sir
,
"
says
Jo
,
soon
putting
down
his
food
,
"
but
I
don
’
t
know
nothink
—
not
even
that
.
I
don
’
t
care
for
eating
wittles
nor
yet
for
drinking
on
’
em
.
"
And
Jo
stands
shivering
and
looking
at
the
breakfast
wonderingly
.
Allan
Woodcourt
lays
his
hand
upon
his
pulse
and
on
his
chest
.
"
Draw
breath
,
Jo
!
"
"
It
draws
,
"
says
Jo
,
"
as
heavy
as
a
cart
.
"
He
might
add
,
"
And
rattles
like
it
,
"
but
he
only
mutters
,
"
I
’
m
a
-
moving
on
,
sir
.
"
Allan
looks
about
for
an
apothecary
’
s
shop
.
There
is
none
at
hand
,
but
a
tavern
does
as
well
or
better
.
He
obtains
a
little
measure
of
wine
and
gives
the
lad
a
portion
of
it
very
carefully
.
He
begins
to
revive
almost
as
soon
as
it
passes
his
lips
.
"
We
may
repeat
that
dose
,
Jo
,
"
observes
Allan
after
watching
him
with
his
attentive
face
.
"
So
!
Now
we
will
take
five
minutes
’
rest
,
and
then
go
on
again
.
"
Leaving
the
boy
sitting
on
the
bench
of
the
breakfast
-
stall
,
with
his
back
against
an
iron
railing
,
Allan
Woodcourt
paces
up
and
down
in
the
early
sunshine
,
casting
an
occasional
look
towards
him
without
appearing
to
watch
him
.
It
requires
no
discernment
to
perceive
that
he
is
warmed
and
refreshed
.
If
a
face
so
shaded
can
brighten
,
his
face
brightens
somewhat
;
and
by
little
and
little
he
eats
the
slice
of
bread
he
had
so
hopelessly
laid
down
.
Observant
of
these
signs
of
improvement
,
Allan
engages
him
in
conversation
and
elicits
to
his
no
small
wonder
the
adventure
of
the
lady
in
the
veil
,
with
all
its
consequences
.
Jo
slowly
munches
as
he
slowly
tells
it
.
When
he
has
finished
his
story
and
his
bread
,
they
go
on
again
.
Intending
to
refer
his
difficulty
in
finding
a
temporary
place
of
refuge
for
the
boy
to
his
old
patient
,
zealous
little
Miss
Flite
,
Allan
leads
the
way
to
the
court
where
he
and
Jo
first
foregathered
.
But
all
is
changed
at
the
rag
and
bottle
shop
;
Miss
Flite
no
longer
lodges
there
;
it
is
shut
up
;
and
a
hard
-
featured
female
,
much
obscured
by
dust
,
whose
age
is
a
problem
,
but
who
is
indeed
no
other
than
the
interesting
Judy
,
is
tart
and
spare
in
her
replies
.
These
sufficing
,
however
,
to
inform
the
visitor
that
Miss
Flite
and
her
birds
are
domiciled
with
a
Mrs
.
Blinder
,
in
Bell
Yard
,
he
repairs
to
that
neighbouring
place
,
where
Miss
Flite
(
who
rises
early
that
she
may
be
punctual
at
the
divan
of
justice
held
by
her
excellent
friend
the
Chancellor
)
comes
running
downstairs
with
tears
of
welcome
and
with
open
arms
.
"
My
dear
physician
!
"
cries
Miss
Flite
.
"
My
meritorious
,
distinguished
,
honourable
officer
!
"
She
uses
some
odd
expressions
,
but
is
as
cordial
and
full
of
heart
as
sanity
itself
can
be
—
more
so
than
it
often
is
.
Allan
,
very
patient
with
her
,
waits
until
she
has
no
more
raptures
to
express
,
then
points
out
Jo
,
trembling
in
a
doorway
,
and
tells
her
how
he
comes
there
.
"
Where
can
I
lodge
him
hereabouts
for
the
present
?
Now
,
you
have
a
fund
of
knowledge
and
good
sense
and
can
advise
me
.
"
Miss
Flite
,
mighty
proud
of
the
compliment
,
sets
herself
to
consider
;
but
it
is
long
before
a
bright
thought
occurs
to
her
.
Mrs
.
Blinder
is
entirely
let
,
and
she
herself
occupies
poor
Gridley
’
s
room
.
"
Gridley
!
"
exclaims
Miss
Flite
,
clapping
her
hands
after
a
twentieth
repetition
of
this
remark
.
"
Gridley
!
To
be
sure
!
Of
course
!
My
dear
physician
!
General
George
will
help
us
out
.
"
It
is
hopeless
to
ask
for
any
information
about
General
George
,
and
would
be
,
though
Miss
Flite
had
not
already
run
upstairs
to
put
on
her
pinched
bonnet
and
her
poor
little
shawl
and
to
arm
herself
with
her
reticule
of
documents
.
But
as
she
informs
her
physician
in
her
disjointed
manner
on
coming
down
in
full
array
that
General
George
,
whom
she
often
calls
upon
,
knows
her
dear
Fitz
Jarndyce
and
takes
a
great
interest
in
all
connected
with
her
,
Allan
is
induced
to
think
that
they
may
be
in
the
right
way
.
So
he
tells
Jo
,
for
his
encouragement
,
that
this
walking
about
will
soon
be
over
now
;
and
they
repair
to
the
general
’
s
.
Fortunately
it
is
not
far
.
From
the
exterior
of
George
’
s
Shooting
Gallery
,
and
the
long
entry
,
and
the
bare
perspective
beyond
it
,
Allan
Woodcourt
augurs
well
.
He
also
descries
promise
in
the
figure
of
Mr
.
George
himself
,
striding
towards
them
in
his
morning
exercise
with
his
pipe
in
his
mouth
,
no
stock
on
,
and
his
muscular
arms
,
developed
by
broadsword
and
dumbbell
,
weightily
asserting
themselves
through
his
light
shirt
-
sleeves
.
"
Your
servant
,
sir
,
"
says
Mr
.
George
with
a
military
salute
.
Good
-
humouredly
smiling
all
over
his
broad
forehead
up
into
his
crisp
hair
,
he
then
defers
to
Miss
Flite
,
as
,
with
great
stateliness
,
and
at
some
length
,
she
performs
the
courtly
ceremony
of
presentation
.
He
winds
it
up
with
another
"
Your
servant
,
sir
!
"
and
another
salute
.
"
Excuse
me
,
sir
.
A
sailor
,
I
believe
?
"
says
Mr
.
George
.
"
I
am
proud
to
find
I
have
the
air
of
one
,
"
returns
Allan
;
"
but
I
am
only
a
sea
-
going
doctor
.
"
"
Indeed
,
sir
!
I
should
have
thought
you
was
a
regular
blue
-
jacket
myself
.
"
Allan
hopes
Mr
.
George
will
forgive
his
intrusion
the
more
readily
on
that
account
,
and
particularly
that
he
will
not
lay
aside
his
pipe
,
which
,
in
his
politeness
,
he
has
testified
some
intention
of
doing
.
"
You
are
very
good
,
sir
,
"
returns
the
trooper
.
"
As
I
know
by
experience
that
it
’
s
not
disagreeable
to
Miss
Flite
,
and
since
it
’
s
equally
agreeable
to
yourself
—
"
and
finishes
the
sentence
by
putting
it
between
his
lips
again
.
Allan
proceeds
to
tell
him
all
he
knows
about
Jo
,
unto
which
the
trooper
listens
with
a
grave
face
.
"
And
that
’
s
the
lad
,
sir
,
is
it
?
"
he
inquires
,
looking
along
the
entry
to
where
Jo
stands
staring
up
at
the
great
letters
on
the
whitewashed
front
,
which
have
no
meaning
in
his
eyes
.
"
That
’
s
he
,
"
says
Allan
.
"
And
,
Mr
.
George
,
I
am
in
this
difficulty
about
him
.
I
am
unwilling
to
place
him
in
a
hospital
,
even
if
I
could
procure
him
immediate
admission
,
because
I
foresee
that
he
would
not
stay
there
many
hours
if
he
could
be
so
much
as
got
there
.
The
same
objection
applies
to
a
workhouse
,
supposing
I
had
the
patience
to
be
evaded
and
shirked
,
and
handed
about
from
post
to
pillar
in
trying
to
get
him
into
one
,
which
is
a
system
that
I
don
’
t
take
kindly
to
.
"
"
No
man
does
,
sir
,
"
returns
Mr
.
George
.
"
I
am
convinced
that
he
would
not
remain
in
either
place
,
because
he
is
possessed
by
an
extraordinary
terror
of
this
person
who
ordered
him
to
keep
out
of
the
way
;
in
his
ignorance
,
he
believes
this
person
to
be
everywhere
,
and
cognizant
of
everything
.
"
"
I
ask
your
pardon
,
sir
,
"
says
Mr
.
George
.
"
But
you
have
not
mentioned
that
party
’
s
name
.
Is
it
a
secret
,
sir
?
"
"
The
boy
makes
it
one
.
But
his
name
is
Bucket
.
"
"
Bucket
the
detective
,
sir
?
"
"
The
same
man
.
"
"
The
man
is
known
to
me
,
sir
,
"
returns
the
trooper
after
blowing
out
a
cloud
of
smoke
and
squaring
his
chest
,
"
and
the
boy
is
so
far
correct
that
he
undoubtedly
is
a
—
rum
customer
.
"
Mr
.
George
smokes
with
a
profound
meaning
after
this
and
surveys
Miss
Flite
in
silence
.
"
Now
,
I
wish
Mr
.
Jarndyce
and
Miss
Summerson
at
least
to
know
that
this
Jo
,
who
tells
so
strange
a
story
,
has
reappeared
,
and
to
have
it
in
their
power
to
speak
with
him
if
they
should
desire
to
do
so
.
Therefore
I
want
to
get
him
,
for
the
present
moment
,
into
any
poor
lodging
kept
by
decent
people
where
he
would
be
admitted
.
Decent
people
and
Jo
,
Mr
.
George
,
"
says
Allan
,
following
the
direction
of
the
trooper
’
s
eyes
along
the
entry
,
"
have
not
been
much
acquainted
,
as
you
see
.
Hence
the
difficulty
.
Do
you
happen
to
know
any
one
in
this
neighbourhood
who
would
receive
him
for
a
while
on
my
paying
for
him
beforehand
?
"
As
he
puts
the
question
,
he
becomes
aware
of
a
dirty
-
faced
little
man
standing
at
the
trooper
’
s
elbow
and
looking
up
,
with
an
oddly
twisted
figure
and
countenance
,
into
the
trooper
’
s
face
.
After
a
few
more
puffs
at
his
pipe
,
the
trooper
looks
down
askant
at
the
little
man
,
and
the
little
man
winks
up
at
the
trooper
.
"
Well
,
sir
,
"
says
Mr
.
George
,
"
I
can
assure
you
that
I
would
willingly
be
knocked
on
the
head
at
any
time
if
it
would
be
at
all
agreeable
to
Miss
Summerson
,
and
consequently
I
esteem
it
a
privilege
to
do
that
young
lady
any
service
,
however
small
.
We
are
naturally
in
the
vagabond
way
here
,
sir
,
both
myself
and
Phil
.
You
see
what
the
place
is
.
You
are
welcome
to
a
quiet
corner
of
it
for
the
boy
if
the
same
would
meet
your
views
.
No
charge
made
,
except
for
rations
.
We
are
not
in
a
flourishing
state
of
circumstances
here
,
sir
.
We
are
liable
to
be
tumbled
out
neck
and
crop
at
a
moment
’
s
notice
.
However
,
sir
,
such
as
the
place
is
,
and
so
long
as
it
lasts
,
here
it
is
at
your
service
.
"
With
a
comprehensive
wave
of
his
pipe
,
Mr
.
George
places
the
whole
building
at
his
visitor
’
s
disposal
.
"
I
take
it
for
granted
,
sir
,
"
he
adds
,
"
you
being
one
of
the
medical
staff
,
that
there
is
no
present
infection
about
this
unfortunate
subject
?
"
Allan
is
quite
sure
of
it
.
"
Because
,
sir
,
"
says
Mr
.
George
,
shaking
his
head
sorrowfully
,
"
we
have
had
enough
of
that
.
"
His
tone
is
no
less
sorrowfully
echoed
by
his
new
acquaintance
.
"
Still
I
am
bound
to
tell
you
,
"
observes
Allan
after
repeating
his
former
assurance
,
"
that
the
boy
is
deplorably
low
and
reduced
and
that
he
may
be
—
I
do
not
say
that
he
is
—
too
far
gone
to
recover
.
"
"
Do
you
consider
him
in
present
danger
,
sir
?
"
inquires
the
trooper
.
"
Yes
,
I
fear
so
.
"
"
Then
,
sir
,
"
returns
the
trooper
in
a
decisive
manner
,
"
it
appears
to
me
—
being
naturally
in
the
vagabond
way
myself
—
that
the
sooner
he
comes
out
of
the
street
,
the
better
.
You
,
Phil
!
Bring
him
in
!
"
Mr
.
Squod
tacks
out
,
all
on
one
side
,
to
execute
the
word
of
command
;
and
the
trooper
,
having
smoked
his
pipe
,
lays
it
by
.
Jo
is
brought
in
.
He
is
not
one
of
Mrs
.
Pardiggle
’
s
Tockahoopo
Indians
;
he
is
not
one
of
Mrs
.
