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‘
I
fear
—
I
hope
it
is
not
against
the
rules
—
that
she
will
bring
the
children
.
’
‘
The
children
?
’
said
the
turnkey
.
‘
And
the
rules
?
Why
,
lord
set
you
up
like
a
corner
pin
,
we
’
ve
a
reg
’
lar
playground
o
’
children
here
.
Children
!
Why
we
swarm
with
‘
em
.
How
many
a
you
got
?
’
‘
Two
,
’
said
the
debtor
,
lifting
his
irresolute
hand
to
his
lip
again
,
and
turning
into
the
prison
.
The
turnkey
followed
him
with
his
eyes
.
‘
And
you
another
,
’
he
observed
to
himself
,
‘
which
makes
three
on
you
.
And
your
wife
another
,
I
’
ll
lay
a
crown
.
Which
makes
four
on
you
.
And
another
coming
,
I
’
ll
lay
half
-
a
-
crown
.
Which
’
ll
make
five
on
you
.
And
I
’
ll
go
another
seven
and
sixpence
to
name
which
is
the
helplessest
,
the
unborn
baby
or
you
!
’
He
was
right
in
all
his
particulars
.
She
came
next
day
with
a
little
boy
of
three
years
old
,
and
a
little
girl
of
two
,
and
he
stood
entirely
corroborated
.
‘
Got
a
room
now
;
haven
’
t
you
?
’
the
turnkey
asked
the
debtor
after
a
week
or
two
.
‘
Yes
,
I
have
got
a
very
good
room
.
’
‘
Any
little
sticks
a
coming
to
furnish
it
?
’
said
the
turnkey
.
‘
I
expect
a
few
necessary
articles
of
furniture
to
be
delivered
by
the
carrier
,
this
afternoon
.
’
