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I lifted my veil and spoke to the woman. She said to me in a low voice, Dont mind him, maam. Hell soon come back to his head: and said to him, Jo, Jo, whats the matter? I know wot shes come for! cried the boy. Who? The lady there. Shes come to get me to go along with her to the berryin ground. I wont go to the berryin ground. I dont like the name on it. She might go a berryin me. His shivering came on again, and as he leaned against the wall, he shook the hovel. He has been talking off and on about such like, all day, maam, said Jenny softly. Why, how you stare! This is my lady, Jo. Is it? returned the boy doubtfully, and surveying me with his arm held out above his burning eyes. She looks to me the tother one. It aint the bonnet, nor yet it aint the gownd, but she looks to me the tother one. My little Charley, with her premature experience of illness and trouble, had pulled off her bonnet and shawl, and now went quietly up to him with a chair, and sat him down in it, like an old sick nurse. Except that no such attendant could have shown him Charleys youthful face, which seemed to engage his confidence. I say! said the boy. You tell me. Aint the lady the tother lady? Charley shook her head, as she methodically drew his rags about him and made him as warm as she could. O! the boy muttered. Then I spose she aint. I came to see if I could do you any good, said I. What is the matter with you? Im a being froze, returned the boy hoarsely, with his haggard gaze wandering about me, and then burnt up, and then froze, and then burnt up, ever so many times in a hour. And my heads all sleepy, and all a going mad-like and Im so dry and my bones isnt half so much bones as pain. When did he come here? I asked the woman. This morning, maam, I found him at the corner of the town. I had known him up in London yonder. Hadnt I, Jo? Tom-all-Alones, the boy replied. Whenever he fixed his attention or his eyes, it was only for a very little while. He soon began to droop his head again, and roll it heavily, and speak as if he were half awake. When did he come from London? I asked. I come from London yesday, said the boy himself, now flushed and hot. Im a going somewheres. Where is he going? I asked. Somewheres, repeated the boy, in a louder tone. I have been moved on, and moved on, more nor ever I was afore, since the tother one giv me the sovring. Mrs Snagsby, shes always a watching, and a driving of me what have I done to her? and theyre all a watching and a driving of me. Every one of ems doing of it, from the time when I dont get up, to the time when I dont go to bed. And Im a |
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