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'Name of Neckett,' said the boy.
'And his address?'
'Bell Yard,' said the boy. 'Chandler's shop, left hand side, name of Blinder.'
'Was he – I don't know how to shape the question,' murmured my guardian—'industrious?'
'Was Neckett?' said the boy. 'Yes, wery much so. He was never tired of watching. He'd set upon a post at a street corner, eight or ten hours at a stretch, if he undertook to do it.'
'He might have done worse,' I heard my guardian soliloquise. 'He might have undertaken to do it, and not done it. Thank you. That's all I want.'
We left the boy, with his head on one side, and his arms on the gate, fondling and sucking the spikes; and went back to Lincoln's Inn, where Mr. Skimpole, who had not cared to remain nearer Coavinses, awaited us. Then, we all went to Bell Yard: a narrow alley, at a very short distance. We soon found the chandler's shop. In it, was a good-natured-looking old woman, with a dropsy, or an asthma, or perhaps both.
'Neckett's children?' said she, in reply to my inquiry. 'Yes, surely, miss. Three pair, if you please. Door right opposite the stairs.' And she handed me the key across the counter.
I glanced at the key, and glanced at her; but she took it for granted that I knew what to do with it. As it could only be intended for the children's door, I came out, without asking any more questions, and led the way up the dark stairs. We went as quietly as we could, but four of us made some noise on the aged boards; and when we came to the second story, we found we had disturbed a man who was standing there, looking out of his room.
'And his address?'
'Bell Yard,' said the boy. 'Chandler's shop, left hand side, name of Blinder.'
'Was he – I don't know how to shape the question,' murmured my guardian—'industrious?'
'Was Neckett?' said the boy. 'Yes, wery much so. He was never tired of watching. He'd set upon a post at a street corner, eight or ten hours at a stretch, if he undertook to do it.'
'He might have done worse,' I heard my guardian soliloquise. 'He might have undertaken to do it, and not done it. Thank you. That's all I want.'
We left the boy, with his head on one side, and his arms on the gate, fondling and sucking the spikes; and went back to Lincoln's Inn, where Mr. Skimpole, who had not cared to remain nearer Coavinses, awaited us. Then, we all went to Bell Yard: a narrow alley, at a very short distance. We soon found the chandler's shop. In it, was a good-natured-looking old woman, with a dropsy, or an asthma, or perhaps both.
'Neckett's children?' said she, in reply to my inquiry. 'Yes, surely, miss. Three pair, if you please. Door right opposite the stairs.' And she handed me the key across the counter.
I glanced at the key, and glanced at her; but she took it for granted that I knew what to do with it. As it could only be intended for the children's door, I came out, without asking any more questions, and led the way up the dark stairs. We went as quietly as we could, but four of us made some noise on the aged boards; and when we came to the second story, we found we had disturbed a man who was standing there, looking out of his room.
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