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‘
Settle
it
strictly
on
herself
,
’
the
professional
gentleman
would
complacently
answer
.
‘
But
look
here
,
’
quoth
the
turnkey
.
‘
Supposing
she
had
,
say
a
brother
,
say
a
father
,
say
a
husband
,
who
would
be
likely
to
make
a
grab
at
that
property
when
she
came
into
it
—
how
about
that
?
’
‘
It
would
be
settled
on
herself
,
and
they
would
have
no
more
legal
claim
on
it
than
you
,
’
would
be
the
professional
answer
.
‘
Stop
a
bit
,
’
said
the
turnkey
.
‘
Supposing
she
was
tender
-
hearted
,
and
they
came
over
her
.
Where
’
s
your
law
for
tying
it
up
then
?
’
The
deepest
character
whom
the
turnkey
sounded
,
was
unable
to
produce
his
law
for
tying
such
a
knot
as
that
.
So
,
the
turnkey
thought
about
it
all
his
life
,
and
died
intestate
after
all
.
But
that
was
long
afterwards
,
when
his
god
-
daughter
was
past
sixteen
.
The
first
half
of
that
space
of
her
life
was
only
just
accomplished
,
when
her
pitiful
and
plaintive
look
saw
her
father
a
widower
.
From
that
time
the
protection
that
her
wondering
eyes
had
expressed
towards
him
,
became
embodied
in
action
,
and
the
Child
of
the
Marshalsea
took
upon
herself
a
new
relation
towards
the
Father
.
At
first
,
such
a
baby
could
do
little
more
than
sit
with
him
,
deserting
her
livelier
place
by
the
high
fender
,
and
quietly
watching
him
.
But
this
made
her
so
far
necessary
to
him
that
he
became
accustomed
to
her
,
and
began
to
be
sensible
of
missing
her
when
she
was
not
there
.
Through
this
little
gate
,
she
passed
out
of
childhood
into
the
care
-
laden
world
.
What
her
pitiful
look
saw
,
at
that
early
time
,
in
her
father
,
in
her
sister
,
in
her
brother
,
in
the
jail
;
how
much
,
or
how
little
of
the
wretched
truth
it
pleased
God
to
make
visible
to
her
;
lies
hidden
with
many
mysteries
.
It
is
enough
that
she
was
inspired
to
be
something
which
was
not
what
the
rest
were
,
and
to
be
that
something
,
different
and
laborious
,
for
the
sake
of
the
rest
.
Inspired
?
Yes
.
Shall
we
speak
of
the
inspiration
of
a
poet
or
a
priest
,
and
not
of
the
heart
impelled
by
love
and
self
-
devotion
to
the
lowliest
work
in
the
lowliest
way
of
life
!
With
no
earthly
friend
to
help
her
,
or
so
much
as
to
see
her
,
but
the
one
so
strangely
assorted
;
with
no
knowledge
even
of
the
common
daily
tone
and
habits
of
the
common
members
of
the
free
community
who
are
not
shut
up
in
prisons
;
born
and
bred
in
a
social
condition
,
false
even
with
a
reference
to
the
falsest
condition
outside
the
walls
;
drinking
from
infancy
of
a
well
whose
waters
had
their
own
peculiar
stain
,
their
own
unwholesome
and
unnatural
taste
;
the
Child
of
the
Marshalsea
began
her
womanly
life
.
