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Chapter XXVIII
Sleep hung upon the eyelids of the child so long, that, when she
awoke, Mrs Jarley was already decorated with her large bonnet, and
actively engaged in preparing breakfast. She received Nell's apology for
being so late with perfect good humour, and said that she should not
have roused her if she had slept on until noon.
'
Because it does you good,' said the lady of the caravan, 'when you're
tired, to sleep as long as ever you can, and get the fatigue quite off;
and that's another blessing of your time of life - you can sleep so very
sound.'
'Have you had a bad night, ma'am?' asked Nell.
'
I seldom have anything else, child,' replied Mrs Jarley, with the air of
a martyr. 'I sometimes wonder how I bear it.'
Remembering the snores which had proceeded from that cleft in the
caravan in which the proprietress of the wax-work passed the night,
Nell rather thought she must have been dreaming of lying awake.
However, she expressed herself very sorry to hear such a dismal
account of her state of health, and shortly afterwards sat down with
her grandfather and Mrs Jarley to breakfast. The meal finished, Nell
assisted to wash the cups and saucers, and put them in their proper
places, and these household duties performed, Mrs Jarley arrayed
herself in an exceedingly bright shawl for the purpose of making a
progress through the streets of the town.
'
The wan will come on to bring the boxes,' said Mrs Jarley, and you
had better come in it, child. I am obliged to walk, very much against
my will; but the people expect it of me, and public characters can't be
their own masters and mistresses in such matters as these. How do I
look, child?'
Nell returned a satisfactory reply, and Mrs Jarley, after sticking a
great many pins into various parts of her figure, and making several
abortive attempts to obtain a full view of her own back, was at last
satisfied with her appearance, and went forth majestically.
The caravan followed at no great distance. As it went jolting through
the streets, Nell peeped from the window, curious to see in what kind
of place they were, and yet fearful of encountering at every turn the
dreaded face of Quilp. It was a pretty large town, with an open square
which they were crawling slowly across, and in the middle of which
was the Town-Hall, with a clock-tower and a weather-cock. There were
houses of stone, houses of red brick, houses of yellow brick, houses of
lath and plaster; and houses of wood, many of them very old, with
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