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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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ack. This time, as before,Riderhood turned back along with him. But, not this time, asbefore, did they go into the Lock-house, for Bradley came to astand on the snow-covered turf by the Lock, looking up the riverand down the river. Navigation was impeded by the frost, andthe scene was a mere white and yellow desert. Come, come, Master, urged Riderhood, at his side. This isa dry game. And wheres the good of it 1 You cant get rid ofme, except by coming to a settlement. I am a going along withyou wherever you go. Witliout a word of reply, Bradley passed quickly from him overthe wooden bridge on the Lock gates. Why, theres even lesssense in this move than tother, said Riderhood, following. TheWeirs there, and youll have to come back, you know. Without taking the least notice, Bradley leaned his body againsta post, in a resting attitude, and there rested with his eyes castdown. Being brought here, said Riderhood, gruffly, Ill turnit to some use by changing my gates. With a rattle and a msh
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770 OUR MUTUAL FRIEND. of water, he then swung-to the Lock gates that were standing open,before opening the others. So, both sets of gates were, for themoment, closed. Youd better by far be reasonable, Bradley Headstone, Master,said Riderhood, passing him, or Ill drain you all the drier for it,when we do settle. — Ah ! Would you ! Bradley had caught him round the body. He seemed to begirdled with an iron ring. They were on the brink of the Lock,about midway between the two sets of gates. Let go ! said Riderhood, or Ill get my knife out and slashyou wherever I can cut you. Let go ! Bradley was drawing to the Lock-edge. Riderhood was drawingaway from it. It was a strong grapple, and a fierce struggle, armand leg. Bradley got him round, with his back to the Lock, andstill worked him backward. Let go ! said Riderhood. Stop ! What are you trying at 1You cant drown Me. Aint I told you that the man as has comethrough drowning can never be drowned 1 I cant be drowned. I can be ! returned Br

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