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of　repressing　and　saving　her　strength；　as　she　stood　with　her　hands

folded　before　her；　and　her　eyes　slowly　rolling；　biding　her　time　for

catching　or　holding　somebody。　　This　civil　personage　（in　whom　I

regretted　to　identify　a　reduced　member　of　my　honourable　friend　Mrs。

Gamp's　family）　said；　'They　has　'em　continiwal；　sir。　　They　drops

without　no　more　notice　than　if　they　was　coach…horses　dropped　from

the　moon；　sir。　　And　when　one　drops；　another　drops；　and　sometimes

there'll　be　as　many　as　four　or　five　on　'em　at　once；　dear　me；　a

rolling　and　a　tearin'；　bless　you！　…　this　young　woman；　now；　has　'em

dreadful　bad。'



She　turned　up　this　young　woman's　face　with　her　hand　as　she　said　it。

This　young　woman　was　seated　on　the　floor；　pondering　in　the

foreground　of　the　afflicted。　　There　was　nothing　repellent　either　in

her　face　or　head。　　Many；　apparently　worse；　varieties　of　epilepsy

and　hysteria　were　about　her；　but　she　was　said　to　be　the　worst　here。

When　I　had　spoken　to　her　a　little；　she　still　sat　with　her　face

turned　up；　pondering；　and　a　gleam　of　the　mid…day　sun　shone　in　upon

her。



…　Whether　this　young　woman；　and　the　rest　of　these　so　sorely

troubled；　as　they　sit　or　lie　pondering　in　their　confused　dull　way；

ever　get　mental　glimpses　among　the　motes　in　the　sunlight；　of

healthy　people　and　healthy　things？　　Whether　this　young　woman；

brooding　like　this　in　the　summer　season；　ever　thinks　that　somewhere

there　are　trees　and　flowers；　even　mountains　and　the　great　sea？

Whether；　not　to　go　so　far；　this　young　woman　ever　has　any　dim

revelation　of　that　young　woman　…　that　young　woman　who　is　not　here

and　never　will　come　here；　who　is　courted；　and　caressed；　and　loved；

and　has　a　husband；　and　bears　children；　and　lives　in　a　home；　and　who

never　knows　what　it　is　to　have　this　lashing　and　tearing　coming　upon

her？　　And　whether　this　young　woman；　God　help　her；　gives　herself　up

then　and　drops　like　a　coach…horse　from　the　moon？



I　hardly　knew　whether　the　voices　of　infant　children；　penetrating

into　so　hopeless　a　place；　made　a　sound　that　was　pleasant　or　painful

to　me。　　It　was　something　to　be　reminded　that　the　weary　world　was

not　all　aweary；　and　was　ever　renewing　itself；　but；　this　young　woman

was　a　child　not　long　ago；　and　a　child　not　long　hence　might　be　such

as　she。　　Howbeit；　the　active　step　and　eye　of　the　vigilant　matron

conducted　me　past　the　two　provincial　gentlewomen　（whose　dignity　was

ruffled　by　the　children）；　and　into　the　adjacent　nursery。



There　were　many　babies　here；　and　more　than　one　handsome　young

mother。　　There　were　ugly　young　mothers　also；　and　sullen　young

mothers；　and　callous　young　mothers。　　But；　the　babies　had　not

appropriated　to　themselves　any　bad　expression　yet；　and　might　have

been；　for　anything　that　appeared　to　the　contrary　in　their　soft

faces；　Princes　Imperial；　and　Princesses　Royal。　　I　had　the　pleasure

of　giving　a　poetical　commission　to　the　baker's　man　to　make　a　cake

with　all　despatch　and　toss　it　into　the　oven　for　one　red…headed

young　pauper　and　myself；　and　felt　much　the　better　for　it。　　Without

that　refreshment；　I　doubt　if　I　should　have　been　in　a　condition　for

'the　Refractories；'　towards　whom　my　quick　little　matron　…　for　whose

adaptation　to　her　office　I　had　by　this　time　conceived　a　genuine

respect　…　drew　me　next；　and　marshalled　me　the　way　that　I　was　going。



The　Refractories　were　picking　oakum；　in　a　small　room　giving　on　a

yard。　　They　sat　in　line　on　a　form；　with　their　backs　to　a　window；

before　them；　a　table；　and　their　work。　　The　oldest　Refractory　was；

say　twenty；　youngest　Refractory；　say　sixteen。　　I　have　never　yet

ascertained　in　the　course　of　my　uncommercial　travels；　why　a

Refractory　habit　should　affect　the　tonsils　and　uvula；　but；　I　have

always　observed　that　Refractories　of　both　sexes　and　every　grade；

between　a　Ragged　School　and　the　Old　Bailey；　have　one　voice；　in

which　the　tonsils　and　uvula　gain　a　diseased　ascendency。



'Five　pound　indeed！　　I　hain't　a　going　fur　to　pick　five　pound；'　said

the　Chief　of　the　Refractories；　keeping　time　to　herself　with　her

head　and　chin。　　'More　than　enough　to　pick　what　we　picks　now；　in

sich　a　place　as　this；　and　on　wot　we　gets　here！'



（This　was　in　acknowledgment　of　a　delicate　intimation　that　the

amount　of　work　was　likely　to　be　increased。　　It　certainly　was　not

heavy　then；　for　one　Refractory　had　already　done　her　day's　task　…　it

was　barely　two　o'clock　…　and　was　sitting　behind　it；　with　a　head

exactly　matching　it。）



'A　pretty　Ouse　this　is；　matron；　ain't　it？'　said　Refractory　Two；

'where　a　pleeseman's　called　in；　if　a　gal　says　a　word！'



'And　wen　you're　sent　to　prison　for　nothink　or　less！'　said　the

Chief；　tugging　at　her　oakum　as　if　it　were　the　matron's　hair。　　'But

any　place　is　better　than　this；　that's　one　thing；　and　be　thankful！'



A　laugh　of　Refractories　led　by　Oakum　Head　with　folded　arms　…　who

originated　nothing；　but　who　was　in　command　of　the　skirmishers

outside　the　conversation。



'If　any　place　is　better　than　this；'　said　my　brisk　guide；　in　the

calmest　manner；　'it　is　a　pity　you　left　a　good　place　when　you　had

one。'



'Ho；　no；　I　didn't；　matron；'　returned　the　Chief；　with　another　pull

at　her　oakum；　and　a　very　expressive　look　at　the　enemy's　forehead。

'Don't　say　that；　matron；　cos　it's　lies！'



Oakum　Head　brought　up　the　skirmishers　again；　skirmished；　and

retired。



'And　I　warn't　a　going；'　exclaimed　Refractory　Two；　'though　I　was　in

one　place　for　as　long　as　four　year　…　I　warn't　a　going　fur　to　stop

in　a　place　that　warn't　fit　for　me　…　there！　　And　where　the　family

warn't　'spectable　characters　…　there！　　And　where　I　fortunately　or

hunfort'nately；　found　that　the　people　warn't　what　they　pretended　to

make　theirselves　out　to　be　…　there！　　And　where　it　wasn't　their

faults；　by　chalks；　if　I　warn't　made　bad　and　ruinated　…　Hah！'



During　this　speech；　Oakum　Head　had　again　made　a　diversion　with　the

skirmishers；　and　had　again　withdrawn。



The　Uncommercial　Traveller　ventured　to　remark　that　he　supposed

Chief　Refractory　and　Number　One；　to　be　the　two　young　women　who　had

been　taken　before　the　magistrate？



'Yes！'　said　the　Chief；　'we　har！　and　the　wonder　is；　that　a　pleeseman

an't　'ad　in　now；　and　we　took　off　agen。　　You　can't　open　your　lips

here；　without　a　pleeseman。'



Number　Two　laughed　（very　uvularly）；　and　the　skirmishers　followed

suit。



'I'm　sure　I'd　be　thankful；'　protested　the　Chief；　looking　sideways

at　the　Uncommercial；　'if　I　could　be　got　into　a　place；　or　got

abroad。　　I'm　sick　and　tired　of　this　precious　Ouse；　I　am；　with

reason。'



So　would　be；　and　so　was；　Number　Two。　　So　would　be；　and　so　was；

Oakum　Head。　　So　would　be；　and　so　were；　Skirmishers。



The　Uncommercial　took　the　liberty　of　hinting　that　he　hardly　thought

it　probable　that　any　lady　or　gentleman　in　want　of　a　likely　young

domestic　of　retiring　manners；　would　be　tempted　into　the　engagement

of　either　of　the　two　leading　Refractories；　on　her　own　presentation

of　herself　as　per　sample。



'It　ain't　no　good　being　nothink　else　here；'　said　the　Chief。



The　Uncommercial　thought　it　might　be　worth　trying。



'Oh　no　it　ain't；'　said　the　Chief。



'Not　a　bit　of　good；'　said　Number　Two。



'And　I'm　sure　I'd　be　very　thankful　to　be　got　into　a　place；　or　got

abroad；'　said　the　Chief。



'And　so　should　I；'　said　Number　Two。　　'Truly　thankful；　I　should。'



Oakum　Head　then　rose；　and　announced　as　an　entirely　new　idea；　the

mention　of　which　profound　novelty　might　be　naturally　expected　to

startle　her　unprepared　hearers；　that　she　would　be　very　thankful　to

be　got　into　a　place；　or　got　abroad。　　And；　as　if　she　had　then　said；

'Chorus；　ladies！'　all　the　Skirmishers　struck　up　to　the　same

purpose。　　We　left　them；　thereupon；　and　began　a　long　walk　among　the

women　who　were　simply　old　and　infirm；　but　whenever；　in　the　course

of　this　same　walk；　I　looked　out　of　any　high　window　that　commanded

the　yard；　I　saw　Oakum　Head　and　all　the　other　Refractories　looking

out　at　their　low　window　for　me；　and　never　failing　to　catch　me；　the

moment　I　showed　my　head。



In　ten　minutes　I　had　ceased　to　believe　in　such　fables　of　a　golden

time　as　youth；　the　prime　of　life；　or　a　hale　old　age。　　In　ten

minutes；　all　the　lights　of　womankind　seemed　to　have　been　blown　out；

and　nothing　in　that　way　to　be　left　this　vault　to　brag　of；　but　the

flickering　and　expiring　snuffs。



And　what　was　very　curious；　was；　that　these　dim　old　women　had　one

company　notion　which　was　the　fashion　of　the　place。　　Every　old　woman

who　became　aware　of　a　visitor　and　was　not　in　bed　hobbled　over　a

form　into　her　accustomed　seat；　and　became　one　of　a　line　of　dim　old

women　confronting　another　line　of　dim　old　women　across　a　narrow

table。　　There　was　no　obligation　whatever　upon　them　to　range

themselves　in　this　way；　it　was　their　manner　of　'receiving。'　　As　a

rule；　they　made　no　attempt　to　talk　to　one　another；　or　to　look　at

the　visitor；　or　to　look　at　anything；　but　sat　silently　working　their

mouths；　like　a　sort　of　poor　old　Cows。　　In　some　of　these　wards；　it

was　good　to　see　a　fe