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with the belief that some alarming miracle had   happened   to  Joe。 

Being promptly blooded; however; by a skilful surgeon; he rallied; 

and   although   the   doctors   all   agreed;   on   his   being   attacked   with 

symptoms of apoplexy six months afterwards; that he ought to die; 

and took it very ill that he did not; he remained alive—possibly on 

account      of  his  constitutional     slowness—for       nearly    seven    years 

more; when he was one morning found speechless in his bed。 He 

lay   in   this   state;   free   from   all   tokens   of   uneasiness;   for   a   whole 

week; when he was suddenly restored to consciousness by hearing 

the nurse whisper in his son’s ear that he was going。 ‘I’m a…going; 

Joseph;’   said   Mr   Willet;   turning   round   upon   the   instant;   ‘to   the 

Salwanners’—and immediately gave up the ghost。 

    He   left  a large   sum  of  money behind   him;   even   more   than   he 

was     supposed      to  have    been    worth;    although     the   neighbours; 

according to the custom of mankind in calculating the wealth that 

other  people   ought  to   have   saved;   had   estimated   his   property   in 

good round numbers。 Joe inherited the whole; so that he became a 

man      of  great   consequence       in   those   parts;   and    was    perfectly 



Charles Dickens                                                     ElecBook Classics 


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                                Barnaby Rudge                                       886 



independent。 

    Some time elapsed before Barnaby got the better of the shock 

he   had   sustained;   or   regained   his   old   health   and   gaiety。   But   he 

recovered   by   degrees:   and   although   he   could   never   separate   his 

condemnation   and   escape   from   the   idea   of   a   terrific   dream;   he 

became; in other respects; more rational。 Dating from the time of 

his   recovery;   he   had   a   better   memory   and   greater   steadiness   of 

purpose; but a dark cloud overhung his whole previous existence; 

and never cleared away。 

    He was not the less happy for this; for his love of freedom and 

interest in all that moved or grew; or had its being in the elements; 

remained   to   him   unimpaired。   He   lived   with   his   mother   on           the 

Maypole   farm;   tending   the   poultry   and   the   cattle;   working   in   a 

garden   of   his   own;   and   helping   everywhere。         He   was    known     to 

every  bird   and   beast  about   the   place;   and   had   a   name   for   every 

one。   Never   was   there   a   lighter…hearted   husbandman;   a   creature 

more   popular   with   young   and   old;   a   blither   or   more   happy   soul 

than Barnaby; and though he was free to ramble where he would; 

he never quitted Her; but was for evermore her stay and comfort。 

    It  was   remarkable   that although  he  had   that  dim  sense  of   the 

past; he sought out Hugh’s dog; and took him under his care; and 

that he never could be tempted into London。 When the Riots were 

many years old; and Edward and his  wife   came   back   to  England 

with     a  family    almost     as   numerous       as   Dolly’s;   and    one    day 

appeared at the Maypole porch; he knew them instantly; and wept 

and   leaped   for   joy。   But   neither   to   visit   them;   nor   on   any   other 

pretence; no matter how full of promise and enjoyment; could he 

be   persuaded   to   set   foot   in   the   streets:   nor   did   he   ever   conquer 

this repugnance or look upon the town again。 



Charles Dickens                                                       ElecBook Classics 


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                               Barnaby Rudge                                      887 



    Grip soon recovered his looks; and became as glossy and sleek 

as   ever。   But  he  was   profoundly  silent。   Whether  he  had   forgotten 

the art of Polite Conversation in Newgate; or had made a vow  in 

those   troubled   times   to   forego;     for   a  period;  the   display   of   his 

accomplishments; is matter of uncertainty; but certain it is that for 

a whole year he never indulged in any other sound than a grave; 

decorous croak。 At the expiration of that term; the morning being 

very   bright   and   sunny;   he   was   heard   to   address   himself   to   the 

horses     in  the   stable;   upon    the   subject   of  the   Kettle;   so  often 

mentioned in these pages; and before the witness who overheard 

him could run into the   house   with  the   intelligence;   and add   to  it 

upon his solemn affirmation the statement that he had heard him 

laugh;   the   bird  himself advanced   with  fantastic   steps   to   the   very 

door   of   the   bar;   and   there   cried;   ‘I’m   a   devil;   I’m   a   devil;  I’m   a 

devil!’ with extraordinary rapture。 

    From     that   period    (although     he   was    supposed      to  be   much 

affected by the death of Mr Willet senior); he constantly practised 

and improved himself in the vulgar tongue; and; as he was a mere 

infant for a raven when Barnaby was grey;   he   has   very  probably 

gone on talking to the present time。 



                                     The End 



Charles Dickens                                                      ElecBook Classics 


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