Skip to main content. Malcolm Andrews. Add to Cart View Cart Checkout. Snagsby's half-crown, he was standing at his crossing as the day closed in, when a lady, closely veiled and plainly dressed, came up to him. Show me the place where he  lived, then where he died, then where they buried him. Go in front of me, don't look back once, and I'll pay you well. Jo takes her to each of the places she wants to see.
Then she draws off her glove, and Jo sees that she has sparkling rings on her fingers.
She drops a coin into his hand and is gone. Jo holds the coin to the light and sees to his joy that it is a golden sovereign. But people in Jo's position in life find it hard to change a sovereign, for who will believe that they can come by it honestly? So poor little Jo didn't get much of the sovereign for himself, for, as he afterwards told Mr. As time went on Jo's troubles began in earnest. The police turned him away from his crossing, and wheresoever they met him ordered him "to move on.
Once a policeman, angry to find that Jo hadn't moved on, seized him by the arm and dragged him down to Mr. Now the simple question is, sir," turning to Mr. Snagsby, "whether you know him. He says you do. The constable then moved on himself, leaving Jo at Mr. There was a little tea-party there that evening, and when Jo was at last allowed to go, Mr. Snagsby followed him to the door and filled his hands with the remains of the little feast they had had upstairs.
And now Jo began to find life harder and rougher than ever. He lost his crossing altogether, and spent day after day in moving on. He remembered a poor woman he had once done a kindness  to, who had told him she lived at St. Albans, and that a lady there had been very good to her. One Saturday night Jo reached that town very tired and very ill.
Happily for him the woman met him and took him into her cottage.
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While he was resting there a lady came in and asked him very kindly what was the matter. And my head's all sleepy, and all agoing round like, and I'm so dry, and my bones is nothing half so much bones as pain. Everyone was very kind to him, but something frightened Jo, and he felt he could not stay there, and he ran out into the cold night air. Where he went he could never remember, for when he next came to his senses he found himself in a hospital. He stayed there for some weeks, and was then discharged, though still weak and ill.
He was very thin, and when he drew a breath his chest was very painful. Now, a certain young doctor who was very kind to poor people, was walking through Tom-all-Alones one morning, when he saw a ragged figure coming along, crouching close to the dirty wall. It was Jo.
The young doctor took pity on Jo. So Jo was taken to a clean little room, and bathed, and had clean clothes, and good food, and kind people about him once more, but he was too ill now, far too ill, for anything to do him any good.
Snagsby as Jo, wot he knew once, is amoving on. One day the young doctor was sitting by him, when suddenly Jo made a strong effort to get out of bed. It's time for me to go down to that there burying-ground, sir, and ask to be put along of him. I wants to go there and be buried.
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Will you promise to have me took there and laid along with him? There's a step there as I used to sweep with my broom. It's turned very dark, sir, is there any light coming? KENWIGS was the wife of an ivory turner, and though they only had a very humble home of two rooms in a dingy-looking house in a small street, they had great pretensions to being "genteel.
Kenwigs, too, had an uncle who collected the water rate, and she was therefore considered a person of great distinction, with quite the manners of a lady. On the eighth anniversary of their wedding day, Mr. Kenwigs invited a party of friends to supper to celebrate the occasion. The four eldest children were to be allowed to sit up to supper, and the uncle, Mr. Lillyvick, had promised to come. The baby was put to bed in a little room lent by one of the lady guests, and a little girl hired to watch him. All the company had assembled when a ring was heard, and Morleena, whose name had been invented by Mrs.
Kenwigs specially for her, ran down to open the door and lead in her distinguished great-uncle, then the supper was brought in. The table was cleared; Mr.follow
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Lillyvick established in the arm-chair by the fireside; the four little girls arranged on a small form in front of the company with their flaxen tails towards them; Mrs. Kenwigs was suddenly dissolved in tears and sobbed out—. Kenwigs: "oh! On hearing this dismal prophecy, all four little girls screamed until their light flaxen tails vibrated again, and rushed to bury their heads in their mother's lap. At length she was soothed, and the children calmed down; while the ladies and gentlemen all said they were sure they would live for many many years, and there was no occasion for their mother's distress: and as the children were not so remarkably lovely, this was quite true.
Then Mr. Lillyvick talked to the company about his niece's marriage, and said graciously that he had always found Mr. Kenwigs a very honest, well-behaved, upright, and respectable sort of man, and shook hands with him, and then Morleena and her sisters kissed their uncle and most of the guests. Then Miss Petowker, who could sing and recite in a way that brought tears to Mrs.
Kenwigs' eyes, remarked—. Kenwigs, while Mr.
Noggs is making that punch  to drink happy returns in, do let Morleena go through that figure dance before Mr. Everyone clapped their hands and stamped their feet at this proposal, but Miss Petowker said, "You know I dislike doing anything professional at private parties. In reality Mrs. Kenwigs and Miss Petowker had arranged all the entertainment between them beforehand, but had settled that a little pressing on each side would look more natural. Then Miss Petowker hummed a tune, and Morleena danced. It was a very beautiful figure, with a great deal of work for the arms, and gained much applause.
Then Miss Petowker was entreated to begin her recitation, so she let down her back hair, and went through the performance with great spirit, and died raving mad in the arms of a bachelor friend who was to rush out and catch her at the words "in death expire," to the great delight of the audience and the terror of the little Kenwigses, who were nearly frightened into fits.
Just as the punch was ready, a knock at the door startled them all. But it was only a friend of Mr. Noggs, who lived upstairs, and who had come down to say that Mr.
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Noggs was wanted. Noggs hurried out, saying he would be back soon, and presently startled them all by rushing in, snatching up a candle and a tumbler of hot punch, and darting out again. Now, it happened unfortunately that the tumbler of punch was the very one that Mr. Lillyvick was just going to lift to his lips, and the great man—the rich relation—who had it in his power to make Morleena and her sisters heiresses—and whom everyone was most anxious to please—was offended.
Poor Mr. Kenwigs endeavored to soothe him, but only made matters worse.
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Lillyvick demanded his hat, and was only  induced to remain by Mrs. Kenwigs' tears and the entreaties of the entire company. Lillyvick, "and let me tell you, to show you how much out of temper I was, that if I had gone away without another word, it would have made no difference respecting that pound or two which I shall leave among your children when I die. Just as all were happy again, everyone was startled by a rapid succession of the loudest and shrillest shrieks, apparently coming from the room where the baby was asleep. My own darling, sweet, innocent Lillyvick! Let me go-o-o-o," screamed Mrs.
Kenwigs rushed out, and was met at the door of the bedroom by a young man with the baby upside down in his arms, who came out so quickly that he knocked Mr.