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‘
What
do
you
call
a
price
,
now
,
for
this
here
little
weskit
?
’
‘
Oh
!
you
know
best
,
sir
,
’
I
returned
modestly
.
‘
I
can
’
t
be
buyer
and
seller
too
,
’
said
Mr
.
Dolloby
.
‘
Put
a
price
on
this
here
little
weskit
.
’
‘
Would
eighteenpence
be
?
’
-
I
hinted
,
after
some
hesitation
.
Mr
.
Dolloby
rolled
it
up
again
,
and
gave
it
me
back
.
‘
I
should
rob
my
family
,
’
he
said
,
‘
if
I
was
to
offer
ninepence
for
it
.
’
This
was
a
disagreeable
way
of
putting
the
business
;
because
it
imposed
upon
me
,
a
perfect
stranger
,
the
unpleasantness
of
asking
Mr
.
Dolloby
to
rob
his
family
on
my
account
.
My
circumstances
being
so
very
pressing
,
however
,
I
said
I
would
take
ninepence
for
it
,
if
he
pleased
.
Mr
.
Dolloby
,
not
without
some
grumbling
,
gave
ninepence
.
I
wished
him
good
night
,
and
walked
out
of
the
shop
the
richer
by
that
sum
,
and
the
poorer
by
a
waistcoat
.
But
when
I
buttoned
my
jacket
,
that
was
not
much
.
Indeed
,
I
foresaw
pretty
clearly
that
my
jacket
would
go
next
,
and
that
I
should
have
to
make
the
best
of
my
way
to
Dover
in
a
shirt
and
a
pair
of
trousers
,
and
might
deem
myself
lucky
if
I
got
there
even
in
that
trim
.
But
my
mind
did
not
run
so
much
on
this
as
might
be
supposed
.
Beyond
a
general
impression
of
the
distance
before
me
,
and
of
the
young
man
with
the
donkey
-
cart
having
used
me
cruelly
,
I
think
I
had
no
very
urgent
sense
of
my
difficulties
when
I
once
again
set
off
with
my
ninepence
in
my
pocket
.
A
plan
had
occurred
to
me
for
passing
the
night
,
which
I
was
going
to
carry
into
execution
.
This
was
,
to
lie
behind
the
wall
at
the
back
of
my
old
school
,
in
a
corner
where
there
used
to
be
a
haystack
.
I
imagined
it
would
be
a
kind
of
company
to
have
the
boys
,
and
the
bedroom
where
I
used
to
tell
the
stories
,
so
near
me
:
although
the
boys
would
know
nothing
of
my
being
there
,
and
the
bedroom
would
yield
me
no
shelter
.
I
had
had
a
hard
day
’
s
work
,
and
was
pretty
well
jaded
when
I
came
climbing
out
,
at
last
,
upon
the
level
of
Blackheath
.
It
cost
me
some
trouble
to
find
out
Salem
House
;
but
I
found
it
,
and
I
found
a
haystack
in
the
corner
,
and
I
lay
down
by
it
;
having
first
walked
round
the
wall
,
and
looked
up
at
the
windows
,
and
seen
that
all
was
dark
and
silent
within
.
Never
shall
I
forget
the
lonely
sensation
of
first
lying
down
,
without
a
roof
above
my
head
!
Sleep
came
upon
me
as
it
came
on
many
other
outcasts
,
against
whom
house
-
doors
were
locked
,
and
house
-
dogs
barked
,
that
night
—
and
I
dreamed
of
lying
on
my
old
school
-
bed
,
talking
to
the
boys
in
my
room
;
and
found
myself
sitting
upright
,
with
Steerforth
’
s
name
upon
my
lips
,
looking
wildly
at
the
stars
that
were
glistening
and
glimmering
above
me
.
When
I
remembered
where
I
was
at
that
untimely
hour
,
a
feeling
stole
upon
me
that
made
me
get
up
,
afraid
of
I
don
’
t
know
what
,
and
walk
about
.
But
the
fainter
glimmering
of
the
stars
,
and
the
pale
light
in
the
sky
where
the
day
was
coming
,
reassured
me
:
and
my
eyes
being
very
heavy
,
I
lay
down
again
and
slept
—
though
with
a
knowledge
in
my
sleep
that
it
was
cold
—
until
the
warm
beams
of
the
sun
,
and
the
ringing
of
the
getting
-
up
bell
at
Salem
House
,
awoke
me
.
If
I
could
have
hoped
that
Steerforth
was
there
,
I
would
have
lurked
about
until
he
came
out
alone
;
but
I
knew
he
must
have
left
long
since
.
