Crime -- England -- London -- History -- 19th century; London (England) -- Moral conditions; London (England) -- Social conditions
“Yes, but you haven’t quite got the bearing of what I mean, sir, and I
haint got it in me to put it in the words like you would. Good enough
before isn’t good enough now, cos it haint hoptional, don’t you see? No,
you don’t. Well, look here. S’pose I borrer a barrer. Well, it’s good
enough and a conwenient size for laying out my stock on it. It goes
pooty easy, and I pays eighteen pence a week for it and I’m satisfied.
Well, I goes on all right and without grumbling, till some chap he ses to
me, ‘What call have you got to borrer a barrer when you can have one of
your own; you alwis _want_ a barrer, don’t you know, why not make this
one your own?’ ‘Cos I can’t spare the money,’ I ses. ‘Oh,’ he ses,
‘I’ll find the money and the barrer’s yourn, if so be as you’ll promise
and vow to take up with no other barrer, but stick to this one so long as
you both shall live.’ Well, as aforesaid, it’s a tidy, useful barrer,
and I agrees. But soon as it’s _mine_, don’t you know, I ain’t quite so
careless about it. I overhauls it, in a manner of speaking, and I’m more
keerful in trying the balance of it in hand when the load’s on it. Well,
maybe I find out what I never before troubled myself to look for.
There’s a screw out here and a bolt wanted there. Here it’s weak, and
there it’s ugly. I dwells on it in my mind constant. I’ve never got
that there barrer out of my head, and p’raps I make too much of the weak
pints of it. I gets to mistrust it. ‘It’s all middling right, just now,
old woman—old barrer, I mean,’ I ses to myself, ‘but you’ll be a playing
me a trick one day, I’m afraid.’ Well, I go on being afraid, which I
shouldn’t be if I was only a borrower.”
“But you should not forget that the barrow, to adopt your own ungallant
figure of speech, is not accountable for these dreads and suspicions of
yours; it will last you as long and as well as though you had continued a
borrower; you will admit that, at least!”
“I don’t know. _Last_, yes! That’s the beggaring part of it. Ah, well!
p’raps it’s all right, but I’m blest if I can stand being haunted like I
am now.”
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