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Jellyby
’
s
lambs
,
being
wholly
unconnected
with
Borrioboola
-
Gha
;
he
is
not
softened
by
distance
and
unfamiliarity
;
he
is
not
a
genuine
foreign
-
grown
savage
;
he
is
the
ordinary
home
-
made
article
.
Dirty
,
ugly
,
disagreeable
to
all
the
senses
,
in
body
a
common
creature
of
the
common
streets
,
only
in
soul
a
heathen
.
Homely
filth
begrimes
him
,
homely
parasites
devour
him
,
homely
sores
are
in
him
,
homely
rags
are
on
him
;
native
ignorance
,
the
growth
of
English
soil
and
climate
,
sinks
his
immortal
nature
lower
than
the
beasts
that
perish
.
Stand
forth
,
Jo
,
in
uncompromising
colours
!
From
the
sole
of
thy
foot
to
the
crown
of
thy
head
,
there
is
nothing
interesting
about
thee
.
He
shuffles
slowly
into
Mr
.
George
’
s
gallery
and
stands
huddled
together
in
a
bundle
,
looking
all
about
the
floor
.
He
seems
to
know
that
they
have
an
inclination
to
shrink
from
him
,
partly
for
what
he
is
and
partly
for
what
he
has
caused
.
He
,
too
,
shrinks
from
them
.
He
is
not
of
the
same
order
of
things
,
not
of
the
same
place
in
creation
.
He
is
of
no
order
and
no
place
,
neither
of
the
beasts
nor
of
humanity
.
"
Look
here
,
Jo
!
"
says
Allan
.
"
This
is
Mr
.
George
.
"
Jo
searches
the
floor
for
some
time
longer
,
then
looks
up
for
a
moment
,
and
then
down
again
.
"
He
is
a
kind
friend
to
you
,
for
he
is
going
to
give
you
lodging
room
here
.
"
Jo
makes
a
scoop
with
one
hand
,
which
is
supposed
to
be
a
bow
.
After
a
little
more
consideration
and
some
backing
and
changing
of
the
foot
on
which
he
rests
,
he
mutters
that
he
is
"
wery
thankful
.
"
"
You
are
quite
safe
here
.
All
you
have
to
do
at
present
is
to
be
obedient
and
to
get
strong
.
And
mind
you
tell
us
the
truth
here
,
whatever
you
do
,
Jo
.
"
"
Wishermaydie
if
I
don
’
t
,
sir
,
"
says
Jo
,
reverting
to
his
favourite
declaration
.
"
I
never
done
nothink
yit
,
but
wot
you
knows
on
,
to
get
myself
into
no
trouble
.
I
never
was
in
no
other
trouble
at
all
,
sir
,
’
sept
not
knowin
’
nothink
and
starwation
.
"
"
I
believe
it
,
now
attend
to
Mr
.
George
.
I
see
he
is
going
to
speak
to
you
.
"
"
My
intention
merely
was
,
sir
,
"
observes
Mr
.
George
,
amazingly
broad
and
upright
,
"
to
point
out
to
him
where
he
can
lie
down
and
get
a
thorough
good
dose
of
sleep
.
Now
,
look
here
.
"
As
the
trooper
speaks
,
he
conducts
them
to
the
other
end
of
the
gallery
and
opens
one
of
the
little
cabins
.
"
There
you
are
,
you
see
!
Here
is
a
mattress
,
and
here
you
may
rest
,
on
good
behaviour
,
as
long
as
Mr
.
,
I
ask
your
pardon
,
sir
"
—
he
refers
apologetically
to
the
card
Allan
has
given
him
—
"
Mr
.
Woodcourt
pleases
.
Don
’
t
you
be
alarmed
if
you
hear
shots
;
they
’
ll
be
aimed
at
the
target
,
and
not
you
.
Now
,
there
’
s
another
thing
I
would
recommend
,
sir
,
"
says
the
trooper
,
turning
to
his
visitor
.
"
Phil
,
come
here
!
"
Phil
bears
down
upon
them
according
to
his
usual
tactics
.
"
Here
is
a
man
,
sir
,
who
was
found
,
when
a
baby
,
in
the
gutter
.
Consequently
,
it
is
to
be
expected
that
he
takes
a
natural
interest
in
this
poor
creature
.
You
do
,
don
’
t
you
,
Phil
?
"
"
Certainly
and
surely
I
do
,
guv
’
ner
,
"
is
Phil
’
s
reply
.
"
Now
I
was
thinking
,
sir
,
"
says
Mr
.
George
in
a
martial
sort
of
confidence
,
as
if
he
were
giving
his
opinion
in
a
council
of
war
at
a
drum
-
head
,
"
that
if
this
man
was
to
take
him
to
a
bath
and
was
to
lay
out
a
few
shillings
in
getting
him
one
or
two
coarse
articles
—
"
"
Mr
.
George
,
my
considerate
friend
,
"
returns
Allan
,
taking
out
his
purse
,
"
it
is
the
very
favour
I
would
have
asked
.
"
Phil
Squod
and
Jo
are
sent
out
immediately
on
this
work
of
improvement
.
Miss
Flite
,
quite
enraptured
by
her
success
,
makes
the
best
of
her
way
to
court
,
having
great
fears
that
otherwise
her
friend
the
Chancellor
may
be
uneasy
about
her
or
may
give
the
judgment
she
has
so
long
expected
in
her
absence
,
and
observing
"
which
you
know
,
my
dear
physician
,
and
general
,
after
so
many
years
,
would
be
too
absurdly
unfortunate
!
"
Allan
takes
the
opportunity
of
going
out
to
procure
some
restorative
medicines
,
and
obtaining
them
near
at
hand
,
soon
returns
to
find
the
trooper
walking
up
and
down
the
gallery
,
and
to
fall
into
step
and
walk
with
him
.
"
I
take
it
,
sir
,
"
says
Mr
.
George
,
"
that
you
know
Miss
Summerson
pretty
well
?
"
Yes
,
it
appears
.
"
Not
related
to
her
,
sir
?
"
No
,
it
appears
.
"
Excuse
the
apparent
curiosity
,
"
says
Mr
.
George
.
"
It
seemed
to
me
probable
that
you
might
take
more
than
a
common
interest
in
this
poor
creature
because
Miss
Summerson
had
taken
that
unfortunate
interest
in
him
.
’
Tis
MY
case
,
sir
,
I
assure
you
.
"
"
And
mine
,
Mr
.
George
.
"
The
trooper
looks
sideways
at
Allan
’
s
sunburnt
cheek
and
bright
dark
eye
,
rapidly
measures
his
height
and
build
,
and
seems
to
approve
of
him
.
"
Since
you
have
been
out
,
sir
,
I
have
been
thinking
that
I
unquestionably
know
the
rooms
in
Lincoln
’
s
Inn
Fields
,
where
Bucket
took
the
lad
,
according
to
his
account
.
Though
he
is
not
acquainted
with
the
name
,
I
can
help
you
to
it
.
It
’
s
Tulkinghorn
.
That
’
s
what
it
is
.
"
Allan
looks
at
him
inquiringly
,
repeating
the
name
.
"
Tulkinghorn
.
That
’
s
the
name
,
sir
.
I
know
the
man
,
and
know
him
to
have
been
in
communication
with
Bucket
before
,
respecting
a
deceased
person
who
had
given
him
offence
.
I
know
the
man
,
sir
.
To
my
sorrow
.
"
Allan
naturally
asks
what
kind
of
man
he
is
.
"
What
kind
of
man
!
Do
you
mean
to
look
at
?
"
"
I
think
I
know
that
much
of
him
.
I
mean
to
deal
with
.
Generally
,
what
kind
of
man
?
"
"
Why
,
then
I
’
ll
tell
you
,
sir
,
"
returns
the
trooper
,
stopping
short
and
folding
his
arms
on
his
square
chest
so
angrily
that
his
face
fires
and
flushes
all
over
;
"
he
is
a
confoundedly
bad
kind
of
man
.
He
is
a
slow
-
torturing
kind
of
man
.
He
is
no
more
like
flesh
and
blood
than
a
rusty
old
carbine
is
.
He
is
a
kind
of
man
—
by
George
!
—
that
has
caused
me
more
restlessness
,
and
more
uneasiness
,
and
more
dissatisfaction
with
myself
than
all
other
men
put
together
.
That
’
s
the
kind
of
man
Mr
.
Tulkinghorn
is
!
"
"
I
am
sorry
,
"
says
Allan
,
"
to
have
touched
so
sore
a
place
.
"
"
Sore
?
"
The
trooper
plants
his
legs
wider
apart
,
wets
the
palm
of
his
broad
right
hand
,
and
lays
it
on
the
imaginary
moustache
.
"
It
’
s
no
fault
of
yours
,
sir
;
but
you
shall
judge
.
He
has
got
a
power
over
me
.
He
is
the
man
I
spoke
of
just
now
as
being
able
to
tumble
me
out
of
this
place
neck
and
crop
.
He
keeps
me
on
a
constant
see
-
saw
.
He
won
’
t
hold
off
,
and
he
won
’
t
come
on
.
If
I
have
a
payment
to
make
him
,
or
time
to
ask
him
for
,
or
anything
to
go
to
him
about
,
he
don
’
t
see
me
,
don
’
t
hear
me
—
passes
me
on
to
Melchisedech
’
s
in
Clifford
’
s
Inn
,
Melchisedech
’
s
in
Clifford
’
s
Inn
passes
me
back
again
to
him
—
he
keeps
me
prowling
and
dangling
about
him
as
if
I
was
made
of
the
same
stone
as
himself
.
Why
,
I
spend
half
my
life
now
,
pretty
well
,
loitering
and
dodging
about
his
door
.
What
does
he
care
?
Nothing
.
Just
as
much
as
the
rusty
old
carbine
I
have
compared
him
to
.
He
chafes
and
goads
me
till
—
Bah
!
Nonsense
!
I
am
forgetting
myself
.
Mr
.
Woodcourt
,
"
the
trooper
resumes
his
march
,
"
all
I
say
is
,
he
is
an
old
man
;
but
I
am
glad
I
shall
never
have
the
chance
of
setting
spurs
to
my
horse
and
riding
at
him
in
a
fair
field
.
For
if
I
had
that
chance
,
in
one
of
the
humours
he
drives
me
into
—
he
’
d
go
down
,
sir
!
"
Mr
.
George
has
been
so
excited
that
he
finds
it
necessary
to
wipe
his
forehead
on
his
shirt
-
sleeve
.
Even
while
he
whistles
his
impetuosity
away
with
the
national
anthem
,
some
involuntary
shakings
of
his
head
and
heavings
of
his
chest
still
linger
behind
,
not
to
mention
an
occasional
hasty
adjustment
with
both
hands
of
his
open
shirt
-
collar
,
as
if
it
were
scarcely
open
enough
to
prevent
his
being
troubled
by
a
choking
sensation
.
In
short
,
Allan
Woodcourt
has
not
much
doubt
about
the
going
down
of
Mr
.
Tulkinghorn
on
the
field
referred
to
.
Jo
and
his
conductor
presently
return
,
and
Jo
is
assisted
to
his
mattress
by
the
careful
Phil
,
to
whom
,
after
due
administration
of
medicine
by
his
own
hands
,
Allan
confides
all
needful
means
and
instructions
.
The
morning
is
by
this
time
getting
on
apace
.
He
repairs
to
his
lodgings
to
dress
and
breakfast
,
and
then
,
without
seeking
rest
,
goes
away
to
Mr
.
Jarndyce
to
communicate
his
discovery
.
With
him
Mr
.
Jarndyce
returns
alone
,
confidentially
telling
him
that
there
are
reasons
for
keeping
this
matter
very
quiet
indeed
and
showing
a
serious
interest
in
it
.
To
Mr
.
Jarndyce
,
Jo
repeats
in
substance
what
he
said
in
the
morning
,
without
any
material
variation
.
Only
that
cart
of
his
is
heavier
to
draw
,
and
draws
with
a
hollower
sound
.
"
Let
me
lay
here
quiet
and
not
be
chivied
no
more
,
"
falters
Jo
,
"
and
be
so
kind
any
person
as
is
a
-
passin
nigh
where
I
used
fur
to
sleep
,
as
jist
to
say
to
Mr
.
Sangsby
that
Jo
,
wot
he
known
once
,
is
a
-
moving
on
right
forards
with
his
duty
,
and
I
’
ll
be
wery
thankful
.
I
’
d
be
more
thankful
than
I
am
aready
if
it
wos
any
ways
possible
for
an
unfortnet
to
be
it
.
"
He
makes
so
many
of
these
references
to
the
law
-
stationer
in
the
course
of
a
day
or
two
that
Allan
,
after
conferring
with
Mr
.
Jarndyce
,
good
-
naturedly
resolves
to
call
in
Cook
’
s
Court
,
the
rather
,
as
the
cart
seems
to
be
breaking
down
.
To
Cook
’
s
Court
,
therefore
,
he
repairs
.
Mr
.
Snagsby
is
behind
his
counter
in
his
grey
coat
and
sleeves
,
inspecting
an
indenture
of
several
skins
which
has
just
come
in
from
the
engrosser
’
s
,
an
immense
desert
of
law
-
hand
and
parchment
,
with
here
and
there
a
resting
-
place
of
a
few
large
letters
to
break
the
awful
monotony
and
save
the
traveller
from
despair
.
Mr
Snagsby
puts
up
at
one
of
these
inky
wells
and
greets
the
stranger
with
his
cough
of
general
preparation
for
business
.
"
You
don
’
t
remember
me
,
Mr
.
Snagsby
?
"
The
stationer
’
s
heart
begins
to
thump
heavily
,
for
his
old
apprehensions
have
never
abated
.
It
is
as
much
as
he
can
do
to
answer
,
"
No
,
sir
,
I
can
’
t
say
I
do
.
I
should
have
considered
—
not
to
put
too
fine
a
point
upon
it
—
that
I
never
saw
you
before
,
sir
.
"
"
Twice
before
,
"
says
Allan
Woodcourt
.
"
Once
at
a
poor
bedside
,
and
once
—
"
"
It
’
s
come
at
last
!
"
thinks
the
afflicted
stationer
,
as
recollection
breaks
upon
him
.
"
It
’
s
got
to
a
head
now
and
is
going
to
burst
!
"
But
he
has
sufficient
presence
of
mind
to
conduct
his
visitor
into
the
little
counting
-
house
and
to
shut
the
door
.
"
Are
you
a
married
man
,
sir
?
"
"
No
,
I
am
not
.
"
"
Would
you
make
the
attempt
,
though
single
,
"
says
Mr
.
Snagsby
in
a
melancholy
whisper
,
"
to
speak
as
low
as
you
can
?
For
my
little
woman
is
a
-
listening
somewheres
,
or
I
’
ll
forfeit
the
business
and
five
hundred
pound
!
"
In
deep
dejection
Mr
.
Snagsby
sits
down
on
his
stool
,
with
his
back
against
his
desk
,
protesting
,
"
I
never
had
a
secret
of
my
own
,
sir
.
I
can
’
t
charge
my
memory
with
ever
having
once
attempted
to
deceive
my
little
woman
on
my
own
account
since
she
named
the
day
.
I
wouldn
’
t
have
done
it
,
sir
.
Not
to
put
too
fine
a
point
upon
it
,
I
couldn
’
t
have
done
it
,
I
dursn
’
t
have
done
it
.
Whereas
,
and
nevertheless
,
I
find
myself
wrapped
round
with
secrecy
and
mystery
,
till
my
life
is
a
burden
to
me
.
"
His
visitor
professes
his
regret
to
hear
it
and
asks
him
does
he
remember
Jo
.
Mr
.
Snagsby
answers
with
a
suppressed
groan
,
oh
,
don
’
t
he
!
"
You
couldn
’
t
name
an
individual
human
being
—
except
myself
—
that
my
little
woman
is
more
set
and
determined
against
than
Jo
,
"
says
Mr
.
Snagsby
.
Allan
asks
why
.
"
Why
?
"
repeats
Mr
.
Snagsby
,
in
his
desperation
clutching
at
the
clump
of
hair
at
the
back
of
his
bald
head
.
"
How
should
I
know
why
?
But
you
are
a
single
person
,
sir
,
and
may
you
long
be
spared
to
ask
a
married
person
such
a
question
!
"
With
this
beneficent
wish
,
Mr
.
Snagsby
coughs
a
cough
of
dismal
resignation
and
submits
himself
to
hear
what
the
visitor
has
to
communicate
.
"
There
again
!
"
says
Mr
.
Snagsby
,
who
,
between
the
earnestness
of
his
feelings
and
the
suppressed
tones
of
his
voice
is
discoloured
in
the
face
.
"
At
it
again
,
in
a
new
direction
!
A
certain
person
charges
me
,
in
the
solemnest
way
,
not
to
talk
of
Jo
to
any
one
,
even
my
little
woman
.
Then
comes
another
certain
person
,
in
the
person
of
yourself
,
and
charges
me
,
in
an
equally
solemn
way
,
not
to
mention
Jo
to
that
other
certain
person
above
all
other
persons
.
Why
,
this
is
a
private
asylum
!
Why
,
not
to
put
too
fine
a
point
upon
it
,
this
is
Bedlam
,
sir
!
"
says
Mr
.
Snagsby
.
But
it
is
better
than
he
expected
after
all
,
being
no
explosion
of
the
mine
below
him
or
deepening
of
the
pit
into
which
he
has
fallen
.
And
being
tender
-
hearted
and
affected
by
the
account
he
hears
of
Jo
’
s
condition
,
he
readily
engages
to
"
look
round
"
as
early
in
the
evening
as
he
can
manage
it
quietly
.
He
looks
round
very
quietly
when
the
evening
comes
,
but
it
may
turn
out
that
Mrs
.
Snagsby
is
as
quiet
a
manager
as
he
.
Jo
is
very
glad
to
see
his
old
friend
and
says
,
when
they
are
left
alone
,
that
he
takes
it
uncommon
kind
as
Mr
.
Sangsby
should
come
so
far
out
of
his
way
on
accounts
of
sich
as
him
.
Mr
.
Snagsby
,
touched
by
the
spectacle
before
him
,
immediately
lays
upon
the
table
half
a
crown
,
that
magic
balsam
of
his
for
all
kinds
of
wounds
.
"
And
how
do
you
find
yourself
,
my
poor
lad
?
"
inquires
the
stationer
with
his
cough
of
sympathy
.
"
I
am
in
luck
,
Mr
.
Sangsby
,
I
am
,
"
returns
Jo
,
"
and
don
’
t
want
for
nothink
.
I
’
m
more
cumfbler
nor
you
can
’
t
think
.
Mr
.
Sangsby
!
I
’
m
wery
sorry
that
I
done
it
,
but
I
didn
’
t
go
fur
to
do
it
,
sir
.
"
The
stationer
softly
lays
down
another
half
-
crown
and
asks
him
what
it
is
that
he
is
sorry
for
having
done
.
"
Mr
.
Sangsby
,
"
says
Jo
,
"
I
went
and
giv
a
illness
to
the
lady
as
wos
and
yit
as
warn
’
t
the
t
’
other
lady
,
and
none
of
’
em
never
says
nothink
to
me
for
having
done
it
,
on
accounts
of
their
being
ser
good
and
my
having
been
s
’
unfortnet
.
The
lady
come
herself
and
see
me
yesday
,
and
she
ses
,
’
Ah
,
Jo
!
’
she
ses
.
’
We
thought
we
’
d
lost
you
,
Jo
!
’
she
ses
.
And
she
sits
down
a
-
smilin
so
quiet
,
and
don
’
t
pass
a
word
nor
yit
a
look
upon
me
for
having
done
it
,
she
don
’
t
,
and
I
turns
agin
the
wall
,
I
doos
,
Mr
.
Sangsby
.
And
Mr
.
Jarnders
,
I
see
him
a
-
forced
to
turn
away
his
own
self
.
And
Mr
.
Woodcot
,
he
come
fur
to
giv
me
somethink
fur
to
ease
me
,
wot
he
’
s
allus
a
-
doin
’
on
day
and
night
,
and
wen
he
come
a
-
bending
over
me
and
a
-
speakin
up
so
bold
,
I
see
his
tears
a
-
fallin
,
Mr
.
Sangsby
.
"
The
softened
stationer
deposits
another
half
-
crown
on
the
table
.
Nothing
less
than
a
repetition
of
that
infallible
remedy
will
relieve
his
feelings
.
"
Wot
I
was
a
-
thinkin
on
,
Mr
.
Sangsby
,
"
proceeds
Jo
,
"
wos
,
as
you
wos
able
to
write
wery
large
,
p
’
raps
?
"
"
Yes
,
Jo
,
please
God
,
"
returns
the
stationer
.
"
Uncommon
precious
large
,
p
’
raps
?
"
says
Jo
with
eagerness
.
"
Yes
,
my
poor
boy
.
"
Jo
laughs
with
pleasure
.
"
Wot
I
wos
a
-
thinking
on
then
,
Mr
.
Sangsby
,
wos
,
that
when
I
wos
moved
on
as
fur
as
ever
I
could
go
and
couldn
’
t
be
moved
no
furder
,
whether
you
might
be
so
good
p
’
raps
as
to
write
out
,
wery
large
so
that
any
one
could
see
it
anywheres
,
as
that
I
wos
wery
truly
hearty
sorry
that
I
done
it
and
that
I
never
went
fur
to
do
it
,
and
that
though
I
didn
’
t
know
nothink
at
all
,
I
knowd
as
Mr
.
Woodcot
once
cried
over
it
and
wos
allus
grieved
over
it
,
and
that
I
hoped
as
he
’
d
be
able
to
forgive
me
in
his
mind
.
If
the
writin
could
be
made
to
say
it
wery
large
,
he
might
.
"
"
It
shall
say
it
,
Jo
.
Very
large
.
"
Jo
laughs
again
.
"
Thankee
,
Mr
.
Sangsby
.
It
’
s
wery
kind
of
you
,
sir
,
and
it
makes
me
more
cumfbler
nor
I
was
afore
.
"
The
meek
little
stationer
,
with
a
broken
and
unfinished
cough
,
slips
down
his
fourth
half
-
crown
—
he
has
never
been
so
close
to
a
case
requiring
so
many
—
and
is
fain
to
depart
.
And
Jo
and
he
,
upon
this
little
earth
,
shall
meet
no
more
.
No
more
.
