{"id":968,"date":"2022-12-07T00:44:21","date_gmt":"2022-12-07T00:44:21","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/1853archive.com\/wp_annotation\/?page_id=968"},"modified":"2022-12-07T01:39:05","modified_gmt":"2022-12-07T01:39:05","slug":"pg-247","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/1853archive.com\/wp_annotation\/bleak-house\/pg-247\/","title":{"rendered":"Pg. 247"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
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BLEAK HOUSE.<\/strong> 247<\/strong> <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI ask your pardon, my good friend,\u201d said he ; \u201c but is this George\u2019s Shooting Gallery ? \u201d <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201c It is, sir,\u201d returned Mr. George, glancing up at the great letters in which that inscription was painted on the white-washed wall. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201c Oh! To be sure! \u201d said the old gentleman, following his eyes. \u201c Thank you. Have you rung the bell? \u201d <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201c My name is George, sir, and I have rung the bell.\u201d <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u2018 Oh, indeed ? \u201d said the old gentleman. \u201cYour name is George? Then I am here as soon as you, you see. You came for me, no doubt ? \u201d <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201c No, sir. You have the advantage of me.\u201d <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201c Oh, indeed ? \u201d said the old gentleman. \u201c Then it was your young man who came for me. I am a physician, and was requested\u2014five minutes ago\u2014to come and visit a sick man, at George\u2019s Shooting Gallery.\u201d <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201c The muffled drums,\u201d said Mr. George, turning to Richard and me, and gravely shaking his head. \u201c It\u2019s quite correct, sir. Will you please to walk in.\u201d <\/p>\n\n\n\n

The door being at that moment opened, by a very singular-looking little man in a green baize cap and apron, whose face, and hands, and dress, were blackened all over, we passed along a dreary passage into a large building with bare brick walls; where there were targets, and guns, and swords, and other things of that kind. When we had all arrived here, the physician stopped,. and, taking off his hat, appeared to vanish by magic, and to leave another and quite a different man in his place. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201c Now looke\u2019e here, George,\u201d said the man, turning quickly round upon him, and tapping him on the breast with a large forefinger. \u201c You know me, and I know you. You\u2019re a man of the world, and I\u2019m a man of the world. My name\u2019s Bucket, as you are aware, and I have got a peacewarrant against Gridley. You have kept him out of the way a long time, and you have been artful in it, and it does you credit.\u201d <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Mr. George, looking hard at him, bit his lip and shook his head. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201c Now, George,\u201d said the other, keeping close to him, \u201c you\u2019re a sensible man, and a well-conducted man; that\u2019s what you<\/em> are, beyond a doubt. And mind you, I don\u2019t talk to you as a common character, because you have served your country, and you know that when duty calls we must obey. Consequently, you\u2019re very far from wanting to give trouble. If I required assistance, you\u2019d assist me; that\u2019s what you’<\/em>d do. Phil Squod, don\u2019t you go a sidling round the gallery like that the dirty little man was shuffling about with his shoulder against the wall, and his eyes on the intruder, in a manner that looked threatening; \u201cbecause I know you, and I won\u2019t have it.\u201d <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201c Phil! \u201d said Mr. George. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201c Yes, Guv\u2019ner.\u201d <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201c Be quiet.\u201d <\/p>\n\n\n\n

The little man, with a low growl, stood still. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201c Ladies and gentlemen,\u201d said Mr. Bucket, \u201c you\u2019ll excuse anything that may appear to be disagreeable in this, for my name\u2019s Inspector Bucket of the Detective, and I have a duty to perform. George, 1 know where my man is, because I was on the roof last night, and saw him through the skylight, and you along with him. He is in there, you <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

BLEAK HOUSE. 247  \u201cI ask your pardon, my good friend,\u201d said he ; \u201c but is this George\u2019s Shooting Gallery ? \u201d  \u201c It is, sir,\u201d returned Mr. George, glancing up at the great letters in which that inscription was painted on the white-washed wall.  \u201c Oh! To be sure! \u201d said the old gentleman, […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":840,"menu_order":36,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-968","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/1853archive.com\/wp_annotation\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/968","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/1853archive.com\/wp_annotation\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/1853archive.com\/wp_annotation\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/1853archive.com\/wp_annotation\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/1853archive.com\/wp_annotation\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=968"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/1853archive.com\/wp_annotation\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/968\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1015,"href":"https:\/\/1853archive.com\/wp_annotation\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/968\/revisions\/1015"}],"up":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/1853archive.com\/wp_annotation\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/840"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/1853archive.com\/wp_annotation\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=968"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}