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Nell
and
her
grandfather
consulted
together
,
and
while
they
were
so
engaged
,
Mrs
Jarley
with
her
hands
behind
her
walked
up
and
down
the
caravan
,
as
she
had
walked
after
tea
on
the
dull
earth
,
with
uncommon
dignity
and
self
-
esteem
.
Nor
will
this
appear
so
slight
a
circumstance
as
to
be
unworthy
of
mention
,
when
it
is
remembered
that
the
caravan
was
in
uneasy
motion
all
the
time
,
and
that
none
but
a
person
of
great
natural
stateliness
and
acquired
grace
could
have
forborne
to
stagger
.
‘
Now
,
child
?
’
cried
Mrs
Jarley
,
coming
to
a
halt
as
Nell
turned
towards
her
.
‘
We
are
very
much
obliged
to
you
,
ma
’
am
,
’
said
Nell
,
‘
and
thankfully
accept
your
offer
.
’
‘
And
you
’
ll
never
be
sorry
for
it
,
’
returned
Mrs
Jarley
.
‘
I
’
m
pretty
sure
of
that
.
So
as
that
’
s
all
settled
,
let
us
have
a
bit
of
supper
.
’
In
the
meanwhile
,
the
caravan
blundered
on
as
if
it
too
had
been
drinking
strong
beer
and
was
drowsy
,
and
came
at
last
upon
the
paved
streets
of
a
town
which
were
clear
of
passengers
,
and
quiet
,
for
it
was
by
this
time
near
midnight
,
and
the
townspeople
were
all
abed
.
As
it
was
too
late
an
hour
to
repair
to
the
exhibition
room
,
they
turned
aside
into
a
piece
of
waste
ground
that
lay
just
within
the
old
town
-
gate
,
and
drew
up
there
for
the
night
,
near
to
another
caravan
,
which
,
notwithstanding
that
it
bore
on
the
lawful
panel
the
great
name
of
Jarley
,
and
was
employed
besides
in
conveying
from
place
to
place
the
wax
-
work
which
was
its
country
’
s
pride
,
was
designated
by
a
grovelling
stamp
-
office
as
a
‘
Common
Stage
Waggon
,
’
and
numbered
too
—
seven
thousand
odd
hundred
—
as
though
its
precious
freight
were
mere
flour
or
coals
!
This
ill
-
used
machine
being
empty
(
for
it
had
deposited
its
burden
at
the
place
of
exhibition
,
and
lingered
here
until
its
services
were
again
required
)
was
assigned
to
the
old
man
as
his
sleeping
-
place
for
the
night
;
and
within
its
wooden
walls
,
Nell
made
him
up
the
best
bed
she
could
,
from
the
materials
at
hand
.
For
herself
,
she
was
to
sleep
in
Mrs
Jarley
’
s
own
travelling
-
carriage
,
as
a
signal
mark
of
that
lady
’
s
favour
and
confidence
.
She
had
taken
leave
of
her
grandfather
and
was
returning
to
the
other
waggon
,
when
she
was
tempted
by
the
coolness
of
the
night
to
linger
for
a
little
while
in
the
air
.
The
moon
was
shining
down
upon
the
old
gateway
of
the
town
,
leaving
the
low
archway
very
black
and
dark
;
and
with
a
mingled
sensation
of
curiosity
and
fear
,
she
slowly
approached
the
gate
,
and
stood
still
to
look
up
at
it
,
wondering
to
see
how
dark
,
and
grim
,
and
old
,
and
cold
,
it
looked
.
There
was
an
empty
niche
from
which
some
old
statue
had
fallen
or
been
carried
away
hundreds
of
years
ago
,
and
she
was
thinking
what
strange
people
it
must
have
looked
down
upon
when
it
stood
there
,
and
how
many
hard
struggles
might
have
taken
place
,
and
how
many
murders
might
have
been
done
,
upon
that
silent
spot
,
when
there
suddenly
emerged
from
the
black
shade
of
the
arch
,
a
man
.
The
instant
he
appeared
,
she
recognised
him
—
Who
could
have
failed
to
recognise
,
in
that
instant
,
the
ugly
misshapen
Quilp
!
