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Title: Our mutual friend
Year: 1895 (1890s)
Authors: Dickens, Charles, 1812-1870 Dickens, Charles, 1837-1896, ed
Subjects: Inheritance and succession Social classes Poor families Deception
Publisher: New York, London, Macmillan
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: Sloan Foundation

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to ? The poor soul confusedly asked the counter-question where shewas? I am the Lock, said the man. The Lock? I am the Deputy Lock, on job, and this is the Lock-house.(Lock or Deputy Lock, its all one, while the tother mans in thehospital.) Whats your Parish ? Parish ! She was up from the truckle-bed directly, wildlyfeeling about her for her basket, and gazing at him in afiright. Youll be asked the question down town, said the man. They wont let you be more than a Casual there. Theyll passyou on to your settlement. Missis, with all speed. Youre not ina state to be let come upon strange parishes ceptin as a Casual. Twas the deadness again ! murmured Betty Higden, with herhand to her head. It was the deadness, theres not a doubt about it, returnedthe man. I should have thought the deadness was a mild wordfor it, if it had been named to me when we brought you in. Haveyou got any friends, Missis ? The best of friends, Master. I should recommend your looking em up if you consider em ^mmmif
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My^ 490 OUR MUTUAL FRIEND. game to do anything for you, said the Deputy Lock. Have yougot any money 1 Just a morsel of money, sir. Do you want to keep it ? Sure I do ! Well, you know, said the Deputy Lock, shrugging his shoulderswith his hands in his pockets, and shaking his head in a sulkilyominous manner, the parish authorities down town will have itout of you, if you go on, you may take your Alfred David. Then Ill not go on. Theyll make you pay, as fur as your money will go, pursuedthe Deputy, for your relief as a Casual and for your being passedto your Parish. Thankye kindly. Master, for your warning, thankye for yourshelter, and good-night. Stop a bit, said the Deputy, striking in between her and thedoor. Why are you all of a shake, and whats your hurry,Missis? Oh, Master, Master, returned Betty Higden, Ive foughtagainst the Parish and fled from it, all my life, and I want to diefree of it! I dont know,said the Deputy, with deliberation, as I oughtto let you go. Im a honest man a

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