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This
was
all
I
heard
that
night
before
my
sister
clutched
me
,
as
a
slumberous
offence
to
the
company
’
s
eyesight
,
and
assisted
me
up
to
bed
with
such
a
strong
hand
that
I
seemed
to
have
fifty
boots
on
,
and
to
be
dangling
them
all
against
the
edges
of
the
stairs
.
My
state
of
mind
,
as
I
have
described
it
,
began
before
I
was
up
in
the
morning
,
and
lasted
long
after
the
subject
had
died
out
,
and
had
ceased
to
be
mentioned
saving
on
exceptional
occasions
.
At
the
time
when
I
stood
in
the
churchyard
reading
the
family
tombstones
,
I
had
just
enough
learning
to
be
able
to
spell
them
out
.
My
construction
even
of
their
simple
meaning
was
not
very
correct
,
for
I
read
"
wife
of
the
Above
"
as
a
complimentary
reference
to
my
father
’
s
exaltation
to
a
better
world
;
and
if
any
one
of
my
deceased
relations
had
been
referred
to
as
"
Below
,
"
I
have
no
doubt
I
should
have
formed
the
worst
opinions
of
that
member
of
the
family
.
Neither
were
my
notions
of
the
theological
positions
to
which
my
Catechism
bound
me
,
at
all
accurate
;
for
,
I
have
a
lively
remembrance
that
I
supposed
my
declaration
that
I
was
to
"
walk
in
the
same
all
the
days
of
my
life
,
"
laid
me
under
an
obligation
always
to
go
through
the
village
from
our
house
in
one
particular
direction
,
and
never
to
vary
it
by
turning
down
by
the
wheelwright
’
s
or
up
by
the
mill
.
When
I
was
old
enough
,
I
was
to
be
apprenticed
to
Joe
,
and
until
I
could
assume
that
dignity
I
was
not
to
be
what
Mrs
.
Joe
called
"
Pompeyed
,
"
or
(
as
I
render
it
)
pampered
.
Therefore
,
I
was
not
only
odd
-
boy
about
the
forge
,
but
if
any
neighbor
happened
to
want
an
extra
boy
to
frighten
birds
,
or
pick
up
stones
,
or
do
any
such
job
,
I
was
favored
with
the
employment
.
In
order
,
however
,
that
our
superior
position
might
not
be
compromised
thereby
,
a
money
-
box
was
kept
on
the
kitchen
mantel
-
shelf
,
in
to
which
it
was
publicly
made
known
that
all
my
earnings
were
dropped
.
I
have
an
impression
that
they
were
to
be
contributed
eventually
towards
the
liquidation
of
the
National
Debt
,
but
I
know
I
had
no
hope
of
any
personal
participation
in
the
treasure
.
Mr
.
Wopsle
’
s
great
-
aunt
kept
an
evening
school
in
the
village
;
that
is
to
say
,
she
was
a
ridiculous
old
woman
of
limited
means
and
unlimited
infirmity
,
who
used
to
go
to
sleep
from
six
to
seven
every
evening
,
in
the
society
of
youth
who
paid
two
pence
per
week
each
,
for
the
improving
opportunity
of
seeing
her
do
it
.
She
rented
a
small
cottage
,
and
Mr
.
Wopsle
had
the
room
up
stairs
,
where
we
students
used
to
overhear
him
reading
aloud
in
a
most
dignified
and
terrific
manner
,
and
occasionally
bumping
on
the
ceiling
.
There
was
a
fiction
that
Mr
.
Wopsle
"
examined
"
the
scholars
once
a
quarter
.
What
he
did
on
those
occasions
was
to
turn
up
his
cuffs
,
stick
up
his
hair
,
and
give
us
Mark
Antony
’
s
oration
over
the
body
of
Caesar
.
This
was
always
followed
by
Collins
’
s
Ode
on
the
Passions
,
wherein
I
particularly
venerated
Mr
.
Wopsle
as
Revenge
throwing
his
blood
-
stained
sword
in
thunder
down
,
and
taking
the
War
-
denouncing
trumpet
with
a
withering
look
.
It
was
not
with
me
then
,
as
it
was
in
later
life
,
when
I
fell
into
the
society
of
the
Passions
,
and
compared
them
with
Collins
and
Wopsle
,
rather
to
the
disadvantage
of
both
gentlemen
.
Mr
.
Wopsle
’
s
great
-
aunt
,
besides
keeping
this
Educational
Institution
,
kept
in
the
same
room
—
a
little
general
shop
.
She
had
no
idea
what
stock
she
had
,
or
what
the
price
of
anything
in
it
was
;
but
there
was
a
little
greasy
memorandum
-
book
kept
in
a
drawer
,
which
served
as
a
Catalogue
of
Prices
,
and
by
this
oracle
Biddy
arranged
all
the
shop
transaction
.
Biddy
was
Mr
.
Wopsle
’
s
great
-
aunt
’
s
granddaughter
;
I
confess
myself
quiet
unequal
to
the
working
out
of
the
problem
,
what
relation
she
was
to
Mr
.
Wopsle
.
She
was
an
orphan
like
myself
;
like
me
,
too
,
had
been
brought
up
by
hand
.
She
was
most
noticeable
,
I
thought
,
in
respect
of
her
extremities
;
for
,
her
hair
always
wanted
brushing
,
her
hands
always
wanted
washing
,
and
her
shoes
always
wanted
mending
and
pulling
up
at
heel
.
This
description
must
be
received
with
a
week
-
day
limitation
.
On
Sundays
,
she
went
to
church
elaborated
.
Much
of
my
unassisted
self
,
and
more
by
the
help
of
Biddy
than
of
Mr
.
Wopsle
’
s
great
-
aunt
,
I
struggled
through
the
alphabet
as
if
it
had
been
a
bramble
-
bush
;
getting
considerably
worried
and
scratched
by
every
letter
.
After
that
I
fell
among
those
thieves
,
the
nine
figures
,
who
seemed
every
evening
to
do
something
new
to
disguise
themselves
and
baffle
recognition
.
But
,
at
last
I
began
,
in
a
purblind
groping
way
,
to
read
,
write
,
and
cipher
,
on
the
very
smallest
scale
.
One
night
I
was
sitting
in
the
chimney
corner
with
my
slate
,
expending
great
efforts
on
the
production
of
a
letter
to
Joe
.
I
think
it
must
have
been
a
full
year
after
our
hunt
upon
the
marshes
,
for
it
was
a
long
time
after
,
and
it
was
winter
and
a
hard
frost
.
With
an
alphabet
on
the
hearth
at
my
feet
for
reference
,
I
contrived
in
an
hour
or
two
to
print
and
smear
this
epistle
:
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