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The
delight
of
the
Nobility
and
Gentry
and
the
patronised
of
Royalty
had
,
by
some
process
of
self
-
abridgment
known
only
to
herself
,
got
into
her
travelling
bed
,
where
she
was
snoring
peacefully
,
while
the
large
bonnet
,
carefully
disposed
upon
the
drum
,
was
revealing
its
glories
by
the
light
of
a
dim
lamp
that
swung
from
the
roof
.
The
child
’
s
bed
was
already
made
upon
the
floor
,
and
it
was
a
great
comfort
to
her
to
hear
the
steps
removed
as
soon
as
she
had
entered
,
and
to
know
that
all
easy
communication
between
persons
outside
and
the
brass
knocker
was
by
this
means
effectually
prevented
.
Certain
guttural
sounds
,
too
,
which
from
time
to
time
ascended
through
the
floor
of
the
caravan
,
and
a
rustling
of
straw
in
the
same
direction
,
apprised
her
that
the
driver
was
couched
upon
the
ground
beneath
,
and
gave
her
an
additional
feeling
of
security
.
Notwithstanding
these
protections
,
she
could
get
none
but
broken
sleep
by
fits
and
starts
all
night
,
for
fear
of
Quilp
,
who
throughout
her
uneasy
dreams
was
somehow
connected
with
the
wax
-
work
,
or
was
wax
-
work
himself
,
or
was
Mrs
Jarley
and
wax
-
work
too
,
or
was
himself
,
Mrs
Jarley
,
wax
-
work
,
and
a
barrel
organ
all
in
one
,
and
yet
not
exactly
any
of
them
either
.
At
length
,
towards
break
of
day
,
that
deep
sleep
came
upon
her
which
succeeds
to
weariness
and
over
-
watching
,
and
which
has
no
consciousness
but
one
of
overpowering
and
irresistible
enjoyment
.
Sleep
hung
upon
the
eyelids
of
the
child
so
long
,
that
,
when
she
awoke
,
Mrs
Jarley
was
already
decorated
with
her
large
bonnet
,
and
actively
engaged
in
preparing
breakfast
.
She
received
Nell
’
s
apology
for
being
so
late
with
perfect
good
humour
,
and
said
that
she
should
not
have
roused
her
if
she
had
slept
on
until
noon
.
‘
Because
it
does
you
good
,
’
said
the
lady
of
the
caravan
,
‘
when
you
’
re
tired
,
to
sleep
as
long
as
ever
you
can
,
and
get
the
fatigue
quite
off
;
and
that
’
s
another
blessing
of
your
time
of
life
—
you
can
sleep
so
very
sound
.
’
‘
Have
you
had
a
bad
night
,
ma
’
am
?
’
asked
Nell
.
‘
I
seldom
have
anything
else
,
child
,
’
replied
Mrs
Jarley
,
with
the
air
of
a
martyr
.
‘
I
sometimes
wonder
how
I
bear
it
.
’
Remembering
the
snores
which
had
proceeded
from
that
cleft
in
the
caravan
in
which
the
proprietress
of
the
wax
-
work
passed
the
night
,
Nell
rather
thought
she
must
have
been
dreaming
of
lying
awake
.
However
,
she
expressed
herself
very
sorry
to
hear
such
a
dismal
account
of
her
state
of
health
,
and
shortly
afterwards
sat
down
with
her
grandfather
and
Mrs
Jarley
to
breakfast
.
The
meal
finished
,
Nell
assisted
to
wash
the
cups
and
saucers
,
and
put
them
in
their
proper
places
,
and
these
household
duties
performed
,
Mrs
Jarley
arrayed
herself
in
an
exceedingly
bright
shawl
for
the
purpose
of
making
a
progress
through
the
streets
of
the
town
.
‘
The
wan
will
come
on
to
bring
the
boxes
,
’
said
Mrs
Jarley
,
and
you
had
better
come
in
it
,
child
.
I
am
obliged
to
walk
,
very
much
against
my
will
;
but
the
people
expect
it
of
me
,
and
public
characters
can
’
t
be
their
own
masters
and
mistresses
in
such
matters
as
these
.
How
do
I
look
,
child
?
’
Nell
returned
a
satisfactory
reply
,
and
Mrs
Jarley
,
after
sticking
a
great
many
pins
into
various
parts
of
her
figure
,
and
making
several
abortive
attempts
to
obtain
a
full
view
of
her
own
back
,
was
at
last
satisfied
with
her
appearance
,
and
went
forth
majestically
.
