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‘
How
do
you
suppose
he
comes
to
be
a
Middlesex
Magistrate
?
’
said
I
.
‘
Oh
dear
me
!
’
replied
Traddles
,
‘
it
would
be
very
difficult
to
answer
that
question
.
Perhaps
he
voted
for
somebody
,
or
lent
money
to
somebody
,
or
bought
something
of
somebody
,
or
otherwise
obliged
somebody
,
or
jobbed
for
somebody
,
who
knew
somebody
who
got
the
lieutenant
of
the
county
to
nominate
him
for
the
commission
.
’
‘
On
the
commission
he
is
,
at
any
rate
,
’
said
I
.
‘
And
he
writes
to
me
here
,
that
he
will
be
glad
to
show
me
,
in
operation
,
the
only
true
system
of
prison
discipline
;
the
only
unchallengeable
way
of
making
sincere
and
lasting
converts
and
penitents
—
which
,
you
know
,
is
by
solitary
confinement
.
What
do
you
say
?
’
‘
To
the
system
?
’
inquired
Traddles
,
looking
grave
.
‘
No
.
To
my
accepting
the
offer
,
and
your
going
with
me
?
’
‘
I
don
’
t
object
,
’
said
Traddles
.
‘
Then
I
’
ll
write
to
say
so
.
You
remember
(
to
say
nothing
of
our
treatment
)
this
same
Creakle
turning
his
son
out
of
doors
,
I
suppose
,
and
the
life
he
used
to
lead
his
wife
and
daughter
?
’
‘
Perfectly
,
’
said
Traddles
.
‘
Yet
,
if
you
’
ll
read
his
letter
,
you
’
ll
find
he
is
the
tenderest
of
men
to
prisoners
convicted
of
the
whole
calendar
of
felonies
,
’
said
I
;
‘
though
I
can
’
t
find
that
his
tenderness
extends
to
any
other
class
of
created
beings
.
’
