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Him wot give him his writing, and give me half a bull, says Jo in a whisper, without looking over his shoulder. Go on to the next. Krooks house. Jo stops again. A longer pause. Who lives here? he lived here, Jo answers as before. After a silence, he is asked, In which room? In the back room up there. You can see the winder from this corner. Up there! Thats where I see him stritched out. This is the public-ouse where I was took to. Go on to the next! It is a longer walk to the next; but Jo, relieved of his first suspicions, sticks to the forms imposed upon him, and does not look round. By many devious ways, reeking with offence of many kinds, they come to the little tunnel of a court, and to the gas-lamp (lighted now), and to the iron gate. He was put there, says Jo, holding to the bars and looking in. Where? O, what a scene of horror! There! says Jo, pointing. Over yinder. Arnong them piles of bones, and close to that there kitchin winder! They put him wery nigh the top. They was obliged to stamp upon it to git it in. I could unkiver it for you, with my broom if the gate was open. Thats why they locks it, I spose, giving it a shake. Its always locked. Look at the rat! cries Jo, excited. Hi! Look! There he goes! Ho! Into the ground! The servant shrinks into a corner into a corner of that hideous archway, with its deadly stains contaminating her dress; and putting out her two hands and passionately telling him to keep away from her, for he is loathsome to her, so remains for some moments. Jo stands staring, and is still staring when she recovers herself. Is this place of abomination, consecrated ground? I dont know nothink of consequential ground, says Jo, still staring. Is it blessed? WHICH? says Jo, in the last degree amazed. Is it blessed? Im blest if I know, says Jo, staring more than ever; but I shouldnt think it warnt. Blest? repeats Jo, something troubled in his mind. It ant done it much good if it is. Blest? I should think it was tothered myself. But I dont know nothink! The servant takes as little heed of what he says, as she seems to take of what she has said herself. She draws off her glove, to get some money from her purse. Jo silently notices how white and small her hand is, and what a jolly servant she must be to wear such sparkling rings. She drops a piece of money in his hand, without touching it, and shuddering as their hands approach. Now, she adds, show me the spot again! |
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