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There
were
only
a
couple
of
women
in
the
dock
,
who
were
nodding
to
their
admiring
friends
,
while
the
clerk
read
some
depositions
to
a
couple
of
policemen
and
a
man
in
plain
clothes
who
leant
over
the
table
.
A
jailer
stood
reclining
against
the
dock-rail
,
tapping
his
nose
listlessly
with
a
large
key
,
except
when
he
repressed
an
undue
tendency
to
conversation
among
the
idlers
,
by
proclaiming
silence
;
or
looked
sternly
up
to
bid
some
woman
'
Take
that
baby
out
,
'
when
the
gravity
of
justice
was
disturbed
by
feeble
cries
,
half-smothered
in
the
mother
's
shawl
,
from
some
meagre
infant
.
The
room
smelt
close
and
unwholesome
;
the
walls
were
dirt-discoloured
;
and
the
ceiling
blackened
.
There
was
an
old
smoky
bust
over
the
mantel-shelf
,
and
a
dusty
clock
above
the
dock
--
the
only
thing
present
,
that
seemed
to
go
on
as
it
ought
;
for
depravity
,
or
poverty
,
or
an
habitual
acquaintance
with
both
,
had
left
a
taint
on
all
the
animate
matter
,
hardly
less
unpleasant
than
the
thick
greasy
scum
on
every
inaminate
object
that
frowned
upon
it
.
Noah
looked
eagerly
about
him
for
the
Dodger
;
but
although
there
were
several
women
who
would
have
done
very
well
for
that
distinguished
character
's
mother
or
sister
,
and
more
than
one
man
who
might
be
supposed
to
bear
a
strong
resemblance
to
his
father
,
nobody
at
all
answering
the
description
given
him
of
Mr.
Dawkins
was
to
be
seen
.
He
waited
in
a
state
of
much
suspense
and
uncertainty
until
the
women
,
being
committed
for
trial
,
went
flaunting
out
;
and
then
was
quickly
relieved
by
the
appearance
of
another
prisoner
who
he
felt
at
once
could
be
no
other
than
the
object
of
his
visit
.
It
was
indeed
Mr.
Dawkins
,
who
,
shuffling
into
the
office
with
the
big
coat
sleeves
tucked
up
as
usual
,
his
left
hand
in
his
pocket
,
and
his
hat
in
his
right
hand
,
preceded
the
jailer
,
with
a
rolling
gait
altogether
indescribable
,
and
,
taking
his
place
in
the
dock
,
requested
in
an
audible
voice
to
know
what
he
was
placed
in
that
'
ere
disgraceful
sitivation
for
.
'
Hold
your
tongue
,
will
you
?
'
said
the
jailer
.
'
I
'm
an
Englishman
,
ai
n't
I
?
'
rejoined
the
Dodger
.
'
Where
are
my
priwileges
?
'
'
You
'll
get
your
privileges
soon
enough
,
'
retorted
the
jailer
,
'
and
pepper
with
'em
.
'
'
We
'll
see
wot
the
Secretary
of
State
for
the
Home
Affairs
has
got
to
say
to
the
beaks
,
if
I
do
n't
,
'
replied
Mr.
Dawkins
.
'
Now
then
!
Wot
is
this
here
business
?
I
shall
thank
the
madg
's
trates
to
dispose
of
this
here
little
affair
,
and
not
to
keep
me
while
they
read
the
paper
,
for
I
've
got
an
appointment
with
a
genelman
in
the
City
,
and
as
I
am
a
man
of
my
word
and
wery
punctual
in
business
matters
,
he
'll
go
away
if
I
ai
n't
there
to
my
time
,
and
then
pr
'
aps
ther
wo
n't
be
an
action
for
damage
against
them
as
kep
me
away
.
Oh
no
,
certainly
not
!
'
At
this
point
,
the
Dodger
,
with
a
show
of
being
very
particular
with
a
view
to
proceedings
to
be
had
thereafter
,
desired
the
jailer
to
communicate
'
the
names
of
them
two
files
as
was
on
the
bench
.
'
Which
so
tickled
the
spectators
,
that
they
laughed
almost
as
heartily
as
Master
Bates
could
have
done
if
he
had
heard
the
request
.
