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However
much
astonished
I
might
be
,
I
was
sensible
that
I
had
no
right
to
refuse
compliance
with
such
a
peremptory
command
.
I
hurried
away
a
few
paces
,
and
called
a
hackney
-
chariot
which
was
passing
empty
.
Almost
before
I
could
let
down
the
steps
,
my
aunt
sprang
in
,
I
don
’
t
know
how
,
and
the
man
followed
.
She
waved
her
hand
to
me
to
go
away
,
so
earnestly
,
that
,
all
confounded
as
I
was
,
I
turned
from
them
at
once
.
In
doing
so
,
I
heard
her
say
to
the
coachman
,
‘
Drive
anywhere
!
Drive
straight
on
!
’
and
presently
the
chariot
passed
me
,
going
up
the
hill
.
What
Mr
.
Dick
had
told
me
,
and
what
I
had
supposed
to
be
a
delusion
of
his
,
now
came
into
my
mind
.
I
could
not
doubt
that
this
person
was
the
person
of
whom
he
had
made
such
mysterious
mention
,
though
what
the
nature
of
his
hold
upon
my
aunt
could
possibly
be
,
I
was
quite
unable
to
imagine
.
After
half
an
hour
’
s
cooling
in
the
churchyard
,
I
saw
the
chariot
coming
back
.
The
driver
stopped
beside
me
,
and
my
aunt
was
sitting
in
it
alone
.
She
had
not
yet
sufficiently
recovered
from
her
agitation
to
be
quite
prepared
for
the
visit
we
had
to
make
.
She
desired
me
to
get
into
the
chariot
,
and
to
tell
the
coachman
to
drive
slowly
up
and
down
a
little
while
.
She
said
no
more
,
except
,
‘
My
dear
child
,
never
ask
me
what
it
was
,
and
don
’
t
refer
to
it
,
’
until
she
had
perfectly
regained
her
composure
,
when
she
told
me
she
was
quite
herself
now
,
and
we
might
get
out
.
On
her
giving
me
her
purse
to
pay
the
driver
,
I
found
that
all
the
guineas
were
gone
,
and
only
the
loose
silver
remained
.
Doctors
’
Commons
was
approached
by
a
little
low
archway
.
Before
we
had
taken
many
paces
down
the
street
beyond
it
,
the
noise
of
the
city
seemed
to
melt
,
as
if
by
magic
,
into
a
softened
distance
.
A
few
dull
courts
and
narrow
ways
brought
us
to
the
sky
-
lighted
offices
of
Spenlow
and
Jorkins
;
in
the
vestibule
of
which
temple
,
accessible
to
pilgrims
without
the
ceremony
of
knocking
,
three
or
four
clerks
were
at
work
as
copyists
.
One
of
these
,
a
little
dry
man
,
sitting
by
himself
,
who
wore
a
stiff
brown
wig
that
looked
as
if
it
were
made
of
gingerbread
,
rose
to
receive
my
aunt
,
and
show
us
into
Mr
.
Spenlow
’
s
room
.
‘
Mr
.
Spenlow
’
s
in
Court
,
ma
’
am
,
’
said
the
dry
man
;
‘
it
’
s
an
Arches
day
;
but
it
’
s
close
by
,
and
I
’
ll
send
for
him
directly
.
’
As
we
were
left
to
look
about
us
while
Mr
.
Spenlow
was
fetched
,
I
availed
myself
of
the
opportunity
.
The
furniture
of
the
room
was
old
-
fashioned
and
dusty
;
and
the
green
baize
on
the
top
of
the
writing
-
table
had
lost
all
its
colour
,
and
was
as
withered
and
pale
as
an
old
pauper
.
There
were
a
great
many
bundles
of
papers
on
it
,
some
endorsed
as
Allegations
,
and
some
(
to
my
surprise
)
as
Libels
,
and
some
as
being
in
the
Consistory
Court
,
and
some
in
the
Arches
Court
,
and
some
in
the
Prerogative
Court
,
and
some
in
the
Admiralty
Court
,
and
some
in
the
Delegates
’
Court
;
giving
me
occasion
to
wonder
much
,
how
many
Courts
there
might
be
in
the
gross
,
and
how
long
it
would
take
to
understand
them
all
.
Besides
these
,
there
were
sundry
immense
manuscript
Books
of
Evidence
taken
on
affidavit
,
strongly
bound
,
and
tied
together
in
massive
sets
,
a
set
to
each
cause
,
as
if
every
cause
were
a
history
in
ten
or
twenty
volumes
.
All
this
looked
tolerably
expensive
,
I
thought
,
and
gave
me
an
agreeable
notion
of
a
proctor
’
s
business
.
I
was
casting
my
eyes
with
increasing
complacency
over
these
and
many
similar
objects
,
when
hasty
footsteps
were
heard
in
the
room
outside
,
and
Mr
.
Spenlow
,
in
a
black
gown
trimmed
with
white
fur
,
came
hurrying
in
,
taking
off
his
hat
as
he
came
.
He
was
a
little
light
-
haired
gentleman
,
with
undeniable
boots
,
and
the
stiffest
of
white
cravats
and
shirt
-
collars
.
He
was
buttoned
up
,
mighty
trim
and
tight
,
and
must
have
taken
a
great
deal
of
pains
with
his
whiskers
,
which
were
accurately
curled
.
His
gold
watch
-
chain
was
so
massive
,
that
a
fancy
came
across
me
,
that
he
ought
to
have
a
sinewy
golden
arm
,
to
draw
it
out
with
,
like
those
which
are
put
up
over
the
goldbeaters
’
shops
.
He
was
got
up
with
such
care
,
and
was
so
stiff
,
that
he
could
hardly
bend
himself
;
being
obliged
,
when
he
glanced
at
some
papers
on
his
desk
,
after
sitting
down
in
his
chair
,
to
move
his
whole
body
,
from
the
bottom
of
his
spine
,
like
Punch
.
