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at it agin, are you?After hailing the mom with this second salutation, he threw a boot at the woman as a third. It was a very muddy boot, and may introduce the odd circumstance connected with Mr. Crunchers domestic economy, that, whereas he often came home after banking hours with clean boots, he often got up next morning to find the same boots covered with clay. What, said Mr. Cruncher, varying his apostrophe after missing his markwhat are you up to, Aggerawayter?I was only saying my prayers.Saying your prayers Youre a nice woman What do you mean by flopping yourself down and praying agin me?I was not praying against you; I was praying for you.You werent. And if you were, I wont be took the liberty with. Here your mothers a nice woman, young Jerry, going a praying agin your fathers prosperity. Youve got a dutiful mother, you have, my son. Youve got a religious mother, you have, my : going and flopping herself down, and praying that the breadandbutter may be snatched out of the mouth of her only .Master Cruncher (who was in his shirt) took this very ill, and, turning to his mother, strongly deprecated any praying away of his personal board. And what do you suppose, you conceited female, said Mr. Cruncher, with unconscious inconsistency, that the worth of YOUR prayers may be? Name the price that you put YOUR prayers atThey only come from the heart, Jerry. They are worth no more than that.Worth no more than that, repeated Mr. Cruncher. They aint worth much, then. Whether or no, I wont be prayed agin, I tell you. I cant afford it. Im not a going to be made unlucky by YOUR sneaking. If you must go flopping yourself down, flop in favour of your husband and , and not in opposition to em. If I had had any but a unnatral wife, and this poor had had

have dry ways. Here is the letter. Go along.Jerry took the letter, and, remarking to himself with less internal deference than he made an outward show of, You are a lean old one, too, made his bow, informed his son, in passing, of his destination, and went his way. They hanged at Tyburn, in those days, so the street outside Newgate had not obtained one infamous notoriety that has since attached to it. But, the gaol was a vile place, in which most kinds of debauchery and villainy were practised, and where dire diseases were bred, that came into court with the prisoners, and sometimes rushed straight from the dock at my Lord Chief Justice himself, and pulled him off the bench. It had more than once happened, that the Judge in the black cap pronounced his own doom as certainly as the prisoners, and even died before him. For the rest, the Old Bailey was famous as a kind of deadly innyard, from which pale travellers set out continually, in carts and coaches, on a violent passage into the other world: traversing some two miles and a half of public street and road, and shaming few good citizens, if any. So powerful is use, and so desirable to be good use in the beginning. It was famous, too, for the pillory, a wise old institution, that inflicted a punishment of which no one could foresee the extent; also, for the whippingpost, another old institution, very humanising and softening to behold in action; also, for extensive transactions in bloo, another fragment of ancestral wisdom, systematically
any but a unnatral mother, I might have made some last week instead of being counterprayed and countermined and religiously circumwented into the worst of luck. Buuust me said Mr. Cruncher, who all this time had been putting on his clothes, if I aint, what with piety and one blowed thing and another, been choused this last week into as bad luck as ever a poor devil of a honest tradesman met with Young Jerry, dress yourself, my , and while I clean my boots keep a eye upon your mother now and then, and if you see any signs of more flopping, give me a call. For, I tell you, here he addressed his wife once more, I wont be gone agin, in this manner. I am as rickety as a hackneycoach, Im as sleepy as laudanum, my lines is strained to that degree that I shouldnt know, if it wasnt for the pain in em, which was me and which somebody else, yet Im none the better for it in pocket; and its my suspicion that youve been at it from morning to night to prevent me from being the better for it in pocket, and I wont put up with it, Aggerawayter, and what do you say nowGrowling, in addition, such phrases as Ah yes Youre religious, too. You wouldnt put yourself in opposition to the interests of your husband and , would you? Not you and throwing off other sarcastic sparks from the whirling grindstone of his indignation, Mr. Cruncher betook himself to his bootcleaning and his general preparation for business. In the meantime, his son, whose head was garnished with tenderer spikes, and whose young eyes stood close by one another, as his fathers did, kept the required watch upon his mother. He greatly disturbed that poor woman at intervals, by darting out of his sleeping closet, where he made his toilet, with a suppressed cry of You are going to flop, mother. Halloa, father and, after raising this fictitious alarm, darting in again with an undutiful grin. Mr. Crunchers temper
Then only was he permitted to be seen, spectacularly poring over large books, and casting his breeches and gaiters into the general weight of the establishment. Outside Tellsonsnever by any means in it, unless called inwas an oddjobman, an occasional porter and messenger, who served as the live sign of the house. He was never absent during business hours, unless upon an errand, and then he was represented by his son: a grisly urchin of twelve, who was his express image. People understood that Tellsons, in a stately way, tolerated the oddjobman. The house had always tolerated some person in that capacity, and time and tide had drifted this person to the post. His surname was Cruncher, and on the youthful occasion of his renouncing by proxy the works of darkness, in the easterly parish church of Hounsditch, he had received the added appellation of Jerry. The scene was Mr. Crunchers private lodging in Hangingswordalley, Whitefriars: the time, halfpast seven of the clock on a windy March morning, Anno Domini seventeen hundred and eighty. (Mr. Cruncher himself always spoke of the year of our Lord as Anna Dominoes: apparently under the impression that the Christian era dated from the invention of a popular game, by a lady who had bestowed her name upon it.) Mr. Crunchers apartments were not in a savoury neighbourhood, and were but two in number, even if a closet with a single pane of glass in it might be counted as one. But they were very decently kept. Early as it was, on the windy March morning, the room in which he lay abed was already scrubbed throughout; and between the cups and saucers arranged for breakfast, and the lumbering deal table, a very clean white cloth was spread. Mr. Cruncher reposed under a patchwork counterpane, like a Harlequin at home. At fast, he slept heavily, but, by degrees, began to roll and surge in bed, until he rose above the surface, with his spiky hair looking as if it must tear the sheets to ribbons. At which juncture, he exclaimed, in a voice of dire exasperation: Bust me, if she aint at it aginA woman of orderly and industrious appearance rose from her knees in a corner, with sufficient haste and trepidation to show that she was the person referred to. What said Mr. Cruncher, looking out of bed for a boot. Youre
tradesman, wish to know the Bailey.Very well. Find the door where the witnesses go in, and show the doorkeeper this note for Mr. Lorry. He will then let you in.Into the court, sir?Into the court.Mr. Crunchers eyes seemed to get a little closer to one another, and to interchange the inquiry, What do you think of this?Am I to wait in the court, sir? he asked, as the result of that conference. I am going to tell you. The doorkeeper will pass the note to Mr. Lorry, and do you make any gesture that will attract Mr. Lorrys attention, and show him where you stand. Then what you have to do, is, to remain there until he wants you.Is that all, sir?Thats all. He wishes to have a messenger at hand. This is to tell him you are there.As the ancient clerk deliberately folded and superscribed the note, Mr. Cruncher, after surveying him in silence until he came to the blottingpaper stage, remarked: I suppose theyll be trying Forgeries this morning?TreasonThats quartering, said Jerry. BarbarousIt is the law, remarked the ancient clerk, turning his surprised spectacles upon him. It is the law.Its hard in the law to spile a man, I think. Ifs hard enough to kill him, but its wery hard to spile him, sir.Not at all, retained the ancient clerk. Speak well of the law. Take care of your chest and voice, my good friend, and leave the law to take care of itself. I give you that advice.Its the damp, sir, what settles on my chest and voice, said Jerry. I leave you to judge what a damp way of earning a living mine is.WeB, well, said the old clerk; we aa have our various ways of gaining a livelihood. Some of us have damp ways, and some of us

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