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As soon as they were gone, he continued in a low tone. ‘Now, Thethilia,
I don’t athk to know any thecreth, but I thuppothe I may conthider thith
to be Mith Thquire.’
‘This is his sister. Yes.’
‘And t’other on’th daughter. That’h what I mean. Hope I thee you well,
mith. And I hope the Thquire’th well?’
‘My father will be here soon,’ said Louisa, anxious to bring him to the
point. ‘Is my brother safe?’
‘Thafe and thound!’ he replied. ‘I want you jutht to take a peep at the
Ring, mith, through here. Thethilia, you know the dodgeth; find a
thpy-hole for yourthelf.’
They each looked through a chink in the boards.
‘That’h Jack the Giant Killer—piethe of comic infant bithnith,’ said
Sleary. ‘There’th a property-houthe, you thee, for Jack to hide in;
there’th my Clown with a thauthepan-lid and a thpit, for Jack’th
thervant; there’th little Jack himthelf in a thplendid thoot of armour;
there’th two comic black thervanth twithe ath big ath the houthe, to
thtand by it and to bring it in and clear it; and the Giant (a very
ecthpenthive bathket one), he an’t on yet. Now, do you thee ’em all?’
‘Yes,’ they both said.
‘Look at ’em again,’ said Sleary, ‘look at ’em well. You thee em all?
Very good. Now, mith;’ he put a form for them to sit on; ‘I have my
opinionth, and the Thquire your father hath hith. I don’t want to know
what your brother’th been up to; ith better for me not to know. All I
thay ith, the Thquire hath thtood by Thethilia, and I’ll thtand by the
Thquire. Your brother ith one them black thervanth.’
Louisa uttered an exclamation, partly of distress, partly of
satisfaction.
‘Ith a fact,’ said Sleary, ‘and even knowin’ it, you couldn’t put your
finger on him. Let the Thquire come. I thall keep your brother here
after the performanth. I thant undreth him, nor yet wath hith paint off.
Let the Thquire come here after the performanth, or come here yourthelf
after the performanth, and you thall find your brother, and have the
whole plathe to talk to him in. Never mind the lookth of him, ath long
ath he’th well hid.’
Louisa, with many thanks and with a lightened load, detained Mr. Sleary
no longer then. She left her love for her brother, with her eyes full of
tears; and she and Sissy went away until later in the afternoon.
Mr. Gradgrind arrived within an hour afterwards. He too had encountered
no one whom he knew; and was now sanguine with Sleary’s assistance, of
getting his disgraced son to Liverpool in the night. As neither of the
three could be his companion without almost identifying him under any
disguise, he prepared a letter to a correspondent whom he could trust,
beseeching him to ship the bearer off at any cost, to North or South
America, or any distant part of the world to which he could be the most
speedily and privately dispatched.
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