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’
Upon
the
following
day
at
noon
,
Mrs
Jarley
established
herself
behind
the
highly
-
ornamented
table
,
attended
by
the
distinguished
effigies
before
mentioned
,
and
ordered
the
doors
to
be
thrown
open
for
the
readmission
of
a
discerning
and
enlightened
public
.
But
the
first
day
’
s
operations
were
by
no
means
of
a
successful
character
,
inasmuch
as
the
general
public
,
though
they
manifested
a
lively
interest
in
Mrs
Jarley
personally
,
and
such
of
her
waxen
satellites
as
were
to
be
seen
for
nothing
,
were
not
affected
by
any
impulses
moving
them
to
the
payment
of
sixpence
a
head
.
Thus
,
notwithstanding
that
a
great
many
people
continued
to
stare
at
the
entry
and
the
figures
therein
displayed
;
and
remained
there
with
great
perseverance
,
by
the
hour
at
a
time
,
to
hear
the
barrel
-
organ
played
and
to
read
the
bills
;
and
notwithstanding
that
they
were
kind
enough
to
recommend
their
friends
to
patronise
the
exhibition
in
the
like
manner
,
until
the
door
-
way
was
regularly
blockaded
by
half
the
population
of
the
town
,
who
,
when
they
went
off
duty
,
were
relieved
by
the
other
half
;
it
was
not
found
that
the
treasury
was
any
the
richer
,
or
that
the
prospects
of
the
establishment
were
at
all
encouraging
.
In
this
depressed
state
of
the
classical
market
,
Mrs
Jarley
made
extraordinary
efforts
to
stimulate
the
popular
taste
,
and
whet
the
popular
curiosity
Certain
machinery
in
the
body
of
the
nun
on
the
leads
over
the
door
was
cleaned
up
and
put
in
motion
,
so
that
the
figure
shook
its
head
paralytically
all
day
long
,
to
the
great
admiration
of
a
drunken
,
but
very
Protestant
,
barber
over
the
way
,
who
looked
upon
the
said
paralytic
motion
as
typical
of
the
degrading
effect
wrought
upon
the
human
mind
by
the
ceremonies
of
the
Romish
Church
and
discoursed
upon
that
theme
with
great
eloquence
and
morality
.
The
two
carters
constantly
passed
in
and
out
of
the
exhibition
-
room
,
under
various
disguises
,
protesting
aloud
that
the
sight
was
better
worth
the
money
than
anything
they
had
beheld
in
all
their
lives
,
and
urging
the
bystanders
,
with
tears
in
their
eyes
,
not
to
neglect
such
a
brilliant
gratification
.
Mrs
Jarley
sat
in
the
pay
-
place
,
chinking
silver
moneys
from
noon
till
night
,
and
solemnly
calling
upon
the
crowd
to
take
notice
that
the
price
of
admission
was
only
sixpence
,
and
that
the
departure
of
the
whole
collection
,
on
a
short
tour
among
the
Crowned
Heads
of
Europe
,
was
positively
fixed
for
that
day
week
.
‘
So
be
in
time
,
be
in
time
,
be
in
time
,
’
said
Mrs
Jarley
at
the
close
of
every
such
address
.
‘
Remember
that
this
is
Jarley
’
s
stupendous
collection
of
upwards
of
One
Hundred
Figures
,
and
that
it
is
the
only
collection
in
the
world
;
all
others
being
imposters
and
deceptions
.
Be
in
time
,
be
in
time
,
be
in
time
!
’
As
the
course
of
this
tale
requires
that
we
should
become
acquainted
,
somewhere
hereabouts
,
with
a
few
particulars
connected
with
the
domestic
economy
of
Mr
Sampson
Brass
,
and
as
a
more
convenient
place
than
the
present
is
not
likely
to
occur
for
that
purpose
,
the
historian
takes
the
friendly
reader
by
the
hand
,
and
springing
with
him
into
the
air
,
and
cleaving
the
same
at
a
greater
rate
than
ever
Don
Cleophas
Leandro
Perez
Zambullo
and
his
familiar
travelled
through
that
pleasant
region
in
company
,
alights
with
him
upon
the
pavement
of
Bevis
Marks
.
The
intrepid
aeronauts
alight
before
a
small
dark
house
,
once
the
residence
of
Mr
Sampson
Brass
.
In
the
parlour
window
of
this
little
habitation
,
which
is
so
close
upon
the
footway
that
the
passenger
who
takes
the
wall
brushes
the
dim
glass
with
his
coat
sleeve
—
much
to
its
improvement
,
for
it
is
very
dirty
—
in
this
parlour
window
in
the
days
of
its
occupation
by
Sampson
Brass
,
there
hung
,
all
awry
and
slack
,
and
discoloured
by
the
sun
,
a
curtain
of
faded
green
,
so
threadbare
from
long
service
as
by
no
means
to
intercept
the
view
of
the
little
dark
room
,
but
rather
to
afford
a
favourable
medium
through
which
to
observe
it
accurately
.
There
was
not
much
to
look
at
.
A
rickety
table
,
with
spare
bundles
of
papers
,
yellow
and
ragged
from
long
carriage
in
the
pocket
,
ostentatiously
displayed
upon
its
top
;
a
couple
of
stools
set
face
to
face
on
opposite
sides
of
this
crazy
piece
of
furniture
;
a
treacherous
old
chair
by
the
fire
-
place
,
whose
withered
arms
had
hugged
full
many
a
client
and
helped
to
squeeze
him
dry
;
a
second
-
hand
wig
box
,
used
as
a
depository
for
blank
writs
and
declarations
and
other
small
forms
of
law
,
once
the
sole
contents
of
the
head
which
belonged
to
the
wig
which
belonged
to
the
box
,
as
they
were
now
of
the
box
itself
;
two
or
three
common
books
of
practice
;
a
jar
of
ink
,
a
pounce
box
,
a
stunted
hearth
-
broom
,
a
carpet
trodden
to
shreds
but
still
clinging
with
the
tightness
of
desperation
to
its
tacks
—
these
,
with
the
yellow
wainscot
of
the
walls
,
the
smoke
-
discoloured
ceiling
,
the
dust
and
cobwebs
,
were
among
the
most
prominent
decorations
of
the
office
of
Mr
Sampson
Brass
.
But
this
was
mere
still
-
life
,
of
no
greater
importance
than
the
plate
,
‘
Brass
,
Solicitor
,
’
upon
the
door
,
and
the
bill
,
‘
First
floor
to
let
to
a
single
gentleman
,
’
which
was
tied
to
the
knocker
.
The
office
commonly
held
two
examples
of
animated
nature
,
more
to
the
purpose
of
this
history
,
and
in
whom
it
has
a
stronger
interest
and
more
particular
concern
.
