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248 BLEAK HOUSE. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

know,\u201d pointing; \u201c that\u2019s where he<\/em> is\u2014on a sofy. Now I must see my man, and I must tell my man to consider himself in custody; but, you know me, and you know I don\u2019t want to take any uncomfortable measures. You give me your word, as from one man to another (and an old soldier, mind you, likewise!), that it\u2019s honorable between us two, and I’ll accommodate you to the utmost of my power.\u201d <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201c I give it,\u201d was the reply. \u201c But it wasn\u2019t handsome in you, Mr. Bucket.\u201d <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201c Gammon, George! Not handsome?\u201d said Mr. Bucket, tapping him on his broad breast again, and shaking hands with him. \u201c I don\u2019t say it wasn\u2019t handsome in you to keep my man so close, do I ? Be equally good-tempered to me, old boy! Old William Tell! Old Shaw, the Life Guardsman! Why, he\u2019s a model of the whole British army in himself, ladies and gentlemen. I\u2019d give a fifty-pun\u2019 note to be such a figure of a man! \u201d <\/p>\n\n\n\n

The affair being brought to this head, Mr. George, after a little consideration, proposed to go in first to his comrade (as he called him), taking Miss Elite with him. Mr. Bucket agreeing, they went away to the further end of the gallery, leaving us sitting and standing by a table covered with guns. Mr. Bucket took this opportunity of entering into a little light conversation : asking me if I were afraid of fire-arms, as most young ladies were; asking Richard if he were a good shot ; asking Phil Squod which he considered the best of those rifles, and what it might be worth, first-hand; telling him, in return, that it was a pity he ever gave way to his temper, for he was naturally so amiable that he might have been a young woman ; and making himself generally agreeable. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

After a time he followed us to the further end of the gallery, and Richard and I were going quietly away, when Mr. George came after us. He said that if we had no objection to see his comrade, he would take a visit from us very kindly. The words had hardly passed his lips, when the bell was rung, and my guardian appeared; \u201c on the chance,\u201d he slightly observed, \u201c of being able to do any little thing for a poor fellow involved in the same misfortune as himself.\u201d We all four went back together, and went into the place where Gridley was. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

It was a bare room, partitioned off from the gallery with unpainted wood. As the screening was not more than eight or ten feet high, and only enclosed the sides, not the top, the rafters of the high gallery roof were overhead, and the skylight, through which Mr. Bucket had looked down. The sun was low\u2014near setting\u2014and its light came redly in above, without descending to the ground. Upon a plain canvas- covered sofa lay the man from Shropshire\u2014dressed much as we had seen him last, but so changed, that at first I recognised no likeness in his colorless face to what I recollected. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

He had been still writing in his hiding-place, and still dwelling on his grievances, hour after hour. A table and some shelves were covered with manuscript papers, and with worn pens, and a medley of such tokens. Touchingly and awfully drawn together, he and the little mad woman were side by side, and, as it were, alone. She sat on a chair holding his hand, and none of us went close to them. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

His voice had faded, with the old expression of his face, with his strength, with his anger, with his resistance to the wrongs that had at last subdued <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

248 BLEAK HOUSE.  know,\u201d pointing; \u201c that\u2019s where he is\u2014on a sofy. Now I must see my man, and I must tell my man to consider himself in custody; but, you know me, and you know I don\u2019t want to take any uncomfortable measures. You give me your word, as from one man to another […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":840,"menu_order":37,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-971","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/1853archive.com\/wp_annotation\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/971","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=971"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/1853archive.com\/wp_annotation\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/971\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1010,"href":"https:\/\/1853archive.com\/wp_annotation\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/971\/revisions\/1010"}],"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=971"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}