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The
caravan
followed
at
no
great
distance
.
As
it
went
jolting
through
the
streets
,
Nell
peeped
from
the
window
,
curious
to
see
in
what
kind
of
place
they
were
,
and
yet
fearful
of
encountering
at
every
turn
the
dreaded
face
of
Quilp
.
It
was
a
pretty
large
town
,
with
an
open
square
which
they
were
crawling
slowly
across
,
and
in
the
middle
of
which
was
the
Town
-
Hall
,
with
a
clock
-
tower
and
a
weather
-
cock
.
There
were
houses
of
stone
,
houses
of
red
brick
,
houses
of
yellow
brick
,
houses
of
lath
and
plaster
;
and
houses
of
wood
,
many
of
them
very
old
,
with
withered
faces
carved
upon
the
beams
,
and
staring
down
into
the
street
.
These
had
very
little
winking
windows
,
and
low
-
arched
doors
,
and
,
in
some
of
the
narrower
ways
,
quite
overhung
the
pavement
.
The
streets
were
very
clean
,
very
sunny
,
very
empty
,
and
very
dull
.
A
few
idle
men
lounged
about
the
two
inns
,
and
the
empty
market
-
place
,
and
the
tradesmen
’
s
doors
,
and
some
old
people
were
dozing
in
chairs
outside
an
alms
-
house
wall
;
but
scarcely
any
passengers
who
seemed
bent
on
going
anywhere
,
or
to
have
any
object
in
view
,
went
by
;
and
if
perchance
some
straggler
did
,
his
footsteps
echoed
on
the
hot
bright
pavement
for
minutes
afterwards
.
Nothing
seemed
to
be
going
on
but
the
clocks
,
and
they
had
such
drowzy
faces
,
such
heavy
lazy
hands
,
and
such
cracked
voices
that
they
surely
must
have
been
too
slow
.
The
very
dogs
were
all
asleep
,
and
the
flies
,
drunk
with
moist
sugar
in
the
grocer
’
s
shop
,
forgot
their
wings
and
briskness
,
and
baked
to
death
in
dusty
corners
of
the
window
.
Rumbling
along
with
most
unwonted
noise
,
the
caravan
stopped
at
last
at
the
place
of
exhibition
,
where
Nell
dismounted
amidst
an
admiring
group
of
children
,
who
evidently
supposed
her
to
be
an
important
item
of
the
curiosities
,
and
were
fully
impressed
with
the
belief
that
her
grandfather
was
a
cunning
device
in
wax
.
The
chests
were
taken
out
with
all
convenient
despatch
,
and
taken
in
to
be
unlocked
by
Mrs
Jarley
,
who
,
attended
by
George
and
another
man
in
velveteen
shorts
and
a
drab
hat
ornamented
with
turnpike
tickets
,
were
waiting
to
dispose
their
contents
(
consisting
of
red
festoons
and
other
ornamental
devices
in
upholstery
work
)
to
the
best
advantage
in
the
decoration
of
the
room
.
They
all
got
to
work
without
loss
of
time
,
and
very
busy
they
were
.
As
the
stupendous
collection
were
yet
concealed
by
cloths
,
lest
the
envious
dust
should
injure
their
complexions
,
Nell
bestirred
herself
to
assist
in
the
embellishment
of
the
room
,
in
which
her
grandfather
also
was
of
great
service
.
The
two
men
being
well
used
to
it
,
did
a
great
deal
in
a
short
time
;
and
Mrs
Jarley
served
out
the
tin
tacks
from
a
linen
pocket
like
a
toll
-
collector
’
s
which
she
wore
for
the
purpose
,
and
encouraged
her
assistants
to
renewed
exertion
.
While
they
were
thus
employed
,
a
tallish
gentleman
with
a
hook
nose
and
black
hair
,
dressed
in
a
military
surtout
very
short
and
tight
in
the
sleeves
,
and
which
had
once
been
frogged
and
braided
all
over
,
but
was
now
sadly
shorn
of
its
garniture
and
quite
threadbare
—
dressed
too
in
ancient
grey
pantaloons
fitting
tight
to
the
leg
,
and
a
pair
of
pumps
in
the
winter
of
their
existence
—
looked
in
at
the
door
and
smiled
affably
.
Mrs
Jarley
’
s
back
being
then
towards
him
,
the
military
gentleman
shook
his
forefinger
as
a
sign
that
her
myrmidons
were
not
to
apprise
her
of
his
presence
,
and
stealing
up
close
behind
her
,
tapped
her
on
the
neck
,
and
cried
playfully
‘
Boh
!
’
‘
What
,
Mr
Slum
!
’
cried
the
lady
of
the
wax
-
work
.
‘
Lot
!
who
’
d
have
thought
of
seeing
you
here
!
’
‘
’
Pon
my
soul
and
honour
,
’
said
Mr
Slum
,
‘
that
’
s
a
good
remark
.
‘
Pon
my
soul
and
honour
that
’
s
a
wise
remark
.
Who
would
have
thought
it
!
George
,
my
faithful
feller
,
how
are
you
?
’
George
received
this
advance
with
a
surly
indifference
,
observing
that
he
was
well
enough
for
the
matter
of
that
,
and
hammering
lustily
all
the
time
.
‘
I
came
here
,
’
said
the
military
gentleman
turning
to
Mrs
Jarley
—
‘
’
pon
my
soul
and
honour
I
hardly
know
what
I
came
here
for
.
It
would
puzzle
me
to
tell
you
,
it
would
by
Gad
.
I
wanted
a
little
inspiration
,
a
little
freshening
up
,
a
little
change
of
ideas
,
and
—
‘
Pon
my
soul
and
honour
,
’
said
the
military
gentleman
,
checking
himself
and
looking
round
the
room
,
‘
what
a
devilish
classical
thing
this
is
!
by
Gad
,
it
’
s
quite
Minervian
.
’
