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I
sat
down
in
the
cliental
chair
placed
over
against
Mr
.
Jaggers
’
s
chair
,
and
became
fascinated
by
the
dismal
atmosphere
of
the
place
.
I
called
to
mind
that
the
clerk
had
the
same
air
of
knowing
something
to
everybody
else
’
s
disadvantage
,
as
his
master
had
.
I
wondered
how
many
other
clerks
there
were
up
-
stairs
,
and
whether
they
all
claimed
to
have
the
same
detrimental
mastery
of
their
fellow
-
creatures
.
I
wondered
what
was
the
history
of
all
the
odd
litter
about
the
room
,
and
how
it
came
there
.
I
wondered
whether
the
two
swollen
faces
were
of
Mr
.
Jaggers
’
s
family
,
and
,
if
he
were
so
unfortunate
as
to
have
had
a
pair
of
such
ill
-
looking
relations
,
why
he
stuck
them
on
that
dusty
perch
for
the
blacks
and
flies
to
settle
on
,
instead
of
giving
them
a
place
at
home
.
Of
course
I
had
no
experience
of
a
London
summer
day
,
and
my
spirits
may
have
been
oppressed
by
the
hot
exhausted
air
,
and
by
the
dust
and
grit
that
lay
thick
on
everything
.
But
I
sat
wondering
and
waiting
in
Mr
.
Jaggers
’
s
close
room
,
until
I
really
could
not
bear
the
two
casts
on
the
shelf
above
Mr
.
Jaggers
’
s
chair
,
and
got
up
and
went
out
.
When
I
told
the
clerk
that
I
would
take
a
turn
in
the
air
while
I
waited
,
he
advised
me
to
go
round
the
corner
and
I
should
come
into
Smithfield
.
So
I
came
into
Smithfield
;
and
the
shameful
place
,
being
all
asmear
with
filth
and
fat
and
blood
and
foam
,
seemed
to
stick
to
me
.
So
,
I
rubbed
it
off
with
all
possible
speed
by
turning
into
a
street
where
I
saw
the
great
black
dome
of
Saint
Paul
’
s
bulging
at
me
from
behind
a
grim
stone
building
which
a
bystander
said
was
Newgate
Prison
.
Following
the
wall
of
the
jail
,
I
found
the
roadway
covered
with
straw
to
deaden
the
noise
of
passing
vehicles
;
and
from
this
,
and
from
the
quantity
of
people
standing
about
smelling
strongly
of
spirits
and
beer
,
I
inferred
that
the
trials
were
on
.
While
I
looked
about
me
here
,
an
exceedingly
dirty
and
partially
drunk
minister
of
justice
asked
me
if
I
would
like
to
step
in
and
hear
a
trial
or
so
:
informing
me
that
he
could
give
me
a
front
place
for
half
a
crown
,
whence
I
should
command
a
full
view
of
the
Lord
Chief
Justice
in
his
wig
and
robes
—
mentioning
that
awful
personage
like
waxwork
,
and
presently
offering
him
at
the
reduced
price
of
eighteen
-
pence
.
As
I
declined
the
proposal
on
the
plea
of
an
appointment
,
he
was
so
good
as
to
take
me
into
a
yard
and
show
me
where
the
gallows
was
kept
,
and
also
where
people
were
publicly
whipped
,
and
then
he
showed
me
the
Debtors
’
Door
,
out
of
which
culprits
came
to
be
hanged
;
heightening
the
interest
of
that
dreadful
portal
by
giving
me
to
understand
that
"
four
on
’
em
"
would
come
out
at
that
door
the
day
after
to
-
morrow
at
eight
in
the
morning
,
to
be
killed
in
a
row
.
This
was
horrible
,
and
gave
me
a
sickening
idea
of
London
;
the
more
so
as
the
Lord
Chief
Justice
’
s
proprietor
wore
(
from
his
hat
down
to
his
boots
and
up
again
to
his
pocket
-
handkerchief
inclusive
)
mildewed
clothes
which
had
evidently
not
belonged
to
him
originally
,
and
which
I
took
it
into
my
head
he
had
bought
cheap
of
the
executioner
.
Under
these
circumstances
I
thought
myself
well
rid
of
him
for
a
shilling
.
I
dropped
into
the
office
to
ask
if
Mr
.
Jaggers
had
come
in
yet
,
and
I
found
he
had
not
,
and
I
strolled
out
again
.
This
time
,
I
made
the
tour
of
Little
Britain
,
and
turned
into
Bartholomew
Close
;
and
now
I
became
aware
that
other
people
were
waiting
about
for
Mr
.
Jaggers
,
as
well
as
I
.
There
were
two
men
of
secret
appearance
lounging
in
Bartholomew
Close
,
and
thoughtfully
fitting
their
feet
into
the
cracks
of
the
pavement
as
they
talked
together
,
one
of
whom
said
to
the
other
when
they
first
passed
me
,
that
"
Jaggers
would
do
it
if
it
was
to
be
done
.
"
There
was
a
knot
of
three
men
and
two
women
standing
at
a
corner
,
and
one
of
the
women
was
crying
on
her
dirty
shawl
,
and
the
other
comforted
her
by
saying
,
as
she
pulled
her
own
shawl
over
her
shoulders
,
"
Jaggers
is
for
him
,
’
Melia
,
and
what
more
could
you
have
?
"
There
was
a
red
-
eyed
little
Jew
who
came
into
the
Close
while
I
was
loitering
there
,
in
company
with
a
second
little
Jew
whom
he
sent
upon
an
errand
;
and
while
the
messenger
was
gone
,
I
remarked
this
Jew
,
who
was
of
a
highly
excitable
temperament
,
performing
a
jig
of
anxiety
under
a
lamp
-
post
and
accompanying
himself
,
in
a
kind
of
frenzy
,
with
the
words
,
"
O
Jaggerth
,
Jaggerth
,
Jaggerth
!
all
otherth
ith
Cag
–
Maggerth
,
give
me
Jaggerth
!
"
These
testimonies
to
the
popularity
of
my
guardian
made
a
deep
impression
on
me
,
and
I
admired
and
wondered
more
than
ever
.
At
length
,
as
I
was
looking
out
at
the
iron
gate
of
Bartholomew
Close
into
Little
Britain
,
I
saw
Mr
.
Jaggers
coming
across
the
road
towards
me
.
All
the
others
who
were
waiting
saw
him
at
the
same
time
,
and
there
was
quite
a
rush
at
him
.
Mr
.
Jaggers
,
putting
a
hand
on
my
shoulder
and
walking
me
on
at
his
side
without
saying
anything
to
me
,
addressed
himself
to
his
followers
.
First
,
he
took
the
two
secret
men
.
"
Now
,
I
have
nothing
to
say
to
you
,
"
said
Mr
.
Jaggers
,
throwing
his
finger
at
them
.
"
I
want
to
know
no
more
than
I
know
.
As
to
the
result
,
it
’
s
a
toss
-
up
.
I
told
you
from
the
first
it
was
a
toss
-
up
.
