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‘
Missis
and
little
‘
uns
a
coming
to
keep
you
company
?
’
asked
the
turnkey
.
‘
Why
,
yes
,
we
think
it
better
that
we
should
not
be
scattered
,
even
for
a
few
weeks
.
’
‘
Even
for
a
few
weeks
,
of
course
,
’
replied
the
turnkey
.
And
he
followed
him
again
with
his
eyes
,
and
nodded
his
head
seven
times
when
he
was
gone
.
The
affairs
of
this
debtor
were
perplexed
by
a
partnership
,
of
which
he
knew
no
more
than
that
he
had
invested
money
in
it
;
by
legal
matters
of
assignment
and
settlement
,
conveyance
here
and
conveyance
there
,
suspicion
of
unlawful
preference
of
creditors
in
this
direction
,
and
of
mysterious
spiriting
away
of
property
in
that
;
and
as
nobody
on
the
face
of
the
earth
could
be
more
incapable
of
explaining
any
single
item
in
the
heap
of
confusion
than
the
debtor
himself
,
nothing
comprehensible
could
be
made
of
his
case
.
To
question
him
in
detail
,
and
endeavour
to
reconcile
his
answers
;
to
closet
him
with
accountants
and
sharp
practitioners
,
learned
in
the
wiles
of
insolvency
and
bankruptcy
;
was
only
to
put
the
case
out
at
compound
interest
and
incomprehensibility
.
The
irresolute
fingers
fluttered
more
and
more
ineffectually
about
the
trembling
lip
on
every
such
occasion
,
and
the
sharpest
practitioners
gave
him
up
as
a
hopeless
job
.
‘
Out
?
’
said
the
turnkey
,
‘
he
’
ll
never
get
out
,
unless
his
creditors
take
him
by
the
shoulders
and
shove
him
out
.
’
He
had
been
there
five
or
six
months
,
when
he
came
running
to
this
turnkey
one
forenoon
to
tell
him
,
breathless
and
pale
,
that
his
wife
was
ill
.
‘
As
anybody
might
a
known
she
would
be
,
’
said
the
turnkey
.
‘
We
intended
,
’
he
returned
,
‘
that
she
should
go
to
a
country
lodging
only
to
-
morrow
.
What
am
I
to
do
!
Oh
,
good
heaven
,
what
am
I
to
do
!
’
‘
Don
’
t
waste
your
time
in
clasping
your
hands
and
biting
your
fingers
,
’
responded
the
practical
turnkey
,
taking
him
by
the
elbow
,
‘
but
come
along
with
me
.
’
