and　still　I　sat　there　waiting　for　the　money。
  There　never　was　such　another　drunken　madman　in　that　line　of
  business；　I　hope。　That　he　was　well　known　in　the　neighbourhood；
  and　enjoyed　the　reputation　of　having　sold　himself　to　the　devil；　I
  soon　understood　from　the　visits　he　received　from　the　boys；　who
  continually　came　skirmishing　about　the　shop；　shouting　that
  legend；　and　calling　to　him　to　bring　out　his　gold。　‘You　ain’t　poor；
  you　know；　Charley；　as　you　pretend。　Bring　out　your　gold。　Bring　out
  some　of　the　gold　you　sold　yourself　to　the　devil　for。　Come！　It’s　in　the
  lining　of　the　mattress；　Charley。　Rip　it　open　and　let’s　have　some！’
  This；　and　many　offers　to　lend　him　a　knife　for　the　purpose；
  exasperated　him　to　such　a　degree；　that　the　whole　day　was　a
  succession　of　rushes　on　his　part；　and　flights　on　the　part　of　the
  boys。　Sometimes　in　his　rage　he　would　take　me　for　one　of　them；
  and　come　at　me；　mouthing　as　if　he　were　going　to　tear　me　in　pieces；
  then；　remembering　me；　just　in　time；　would　dive　into　the　shop；　and
  lie　upon　his　bed；　as　I　thought　from　the　sound　of　his　voice；　yelling
  in　a　frantic　way；　to　his　own　windy　tune；　the　‘Death　of　Nelson’；　with
  an　Oh！　before　every　line；　and　innumerable　Goroos　interspersed。
  As　if　this　were　not　bad　enough　for　me；　the　boys；　connecting　me
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  with　the　establishment；　on　account　of　the　patience　and
  perseverance　with　which　I　sat　outside；　half…dressed；　pelted　me；
  and　used　me　very　ill　all　day。
  He　made　many　attempts　to　induce　me　to　consent　to　an
  exchange；　at　one　time　coming　out　with　a　fishing…rod；　at　another
  with　a　fiddle；　at　another　with　a　cocked　hat；　at　another　with　a　flute。
  But　I　resisted　all　these　overtures；　and　sat　there　in　desperation；
  each　time　asking　him；　with　tears　in　my　eyes；　for　my　money　or　my
  jacket。　At　last　he　began　to　pay　me　in　halfpence　at　a　time；　and　was
  full　two　hours　getting　by　easy　stages　to　a　shilling。
  ‘Oh；　my　eyes　and　limbs！’　he　then　cried；　peeping　hideously　out　of
  the　shop；　after　a　long　pause；　‘will　you　go　for　twopence　more？’
  ‘I　can’t；’　I　said；　‘I　shall　be　starved。’
  ‘Oh；　my　lungs　and　liver；　will　you　go　for　threepence？’
  ‘I　would　go　for　nothing；　if　I　could；’　I　said；　‘but　I　want　the　money
  badly。’
  ‘Oh；　go…roo！’　（it　is　really　impossible　to　express　how　he　twisted
  this　ejaculation　out　of　himself；　as　he　peeped　round　the　door…post　at
  me；　showing　nothing　but　his　crafty　old　head）；　‘will　you　go　for
  fourpence？’
  I　was　so　faint　and　weary　that　I　closed　with　this　offer；　and　taking
  the　money　out　of　his　claw；　not　without　trembling；　went　away　more
  hungry　and　thirsty　than　I　had　ever　been；　a　little　before　sunset。　But
  at　an　expense　of　threepence　I　soon　refreshed　myself　completely；
  and；　being　in　better　spirits　then；　limped　seven　miles　upon　my
  road。
  My　bed　at　night　was　under　another　haystack；　where　I　rested
  comfortably；　after　having　washed　my　blistered　feet　in　a　stream；
  and　dressed　them　as　well　as　I　was　able；　with　some　cool　leaves。
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  When　I　took　the　road　again　next　morning；　I　found　that　it　lay
  through　a　succession　of　hop…grounds　and　orchards。　It　was
  sufficiently　late　in　the　year　for　the　orchards　to　be　ruddy　with　ripe
  apples；　and　in　a　few　places　the　hop…pickers　were　already　at　work。　I
  thought　it　all　extremely　beautiful；　and　made　up　my　mind　to　sleep
  among　the　hops　that　night：　imagining　some　cheerful
  companionship　in　the　long　perspectives　of　poles；　with　the　graceful
  leaves　twining　round　them。
  The　trampers　were　worse　than　ever　that　day；　and　inspired　me
  with　a　dread　that　is　yet　quite　fresh　in　my　mind。　Some　of　them　were
  most　ferocious…looking　ruffians；　who　stared　at　me　as　I　went　by；
  and　stopped；　perhaps；　and　called　after　me　to　come　back　and　speak
  to　them；　and　when　I　took　to　my　heels；　stoned　me。　I　recollect　one
  young　fellow—a　tinker；　I　suppose；　from　his　wallet　and　brazier—
  who　had　a　woman　with　him；　and　who　faced　about　and　stared　at
  me　thus；　and　then　roared　to　me　in　such　a　tremendous　voice　to
  come　back；　that　I　halted　and　looked　round。
  ‘Come　here；　when　you’re　called；’　said　the　tinker；　‘or　I’ll　rip　your
  young　body　open。’
  I　thought　it　best　to　go　back。　As　I　drew　nearer　to　them；　trying　to
  propitiate　the　tinker　by　my　looks；　I　observed　that　the　woman　had　a
  black　eye。
  ‘Where　are　you　going？’　said　the　tinker；　gripping　the　bosom　of
  my　shirt　with　his　blackened　hand。
  ‘I　am　going　to　Dover；’　I　said。
  ‘Where　do　you　come　from？’　asked　the　tinker；　giving　his　hand
  another　turn　in　my　shirt；　to　hold　me　more　securely。
  ‘I　come　from　London；’　I　said。
  ‘What　lay　are　you　upon？’　asked　the　tinker。　‘Are　you　a　prig？’
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  ‘N…no；’　I　said。
  ‘Ain’t　you；　by　G—？　If　you　make　a　brag　of　your　honesty　to　me；’
  said　the　tinker；　‘I’ll　knock　your　brains　out。’
  With　his　disengaged　hand　he　made　a　menace　of　striking　me；
  and　then　looked　at　me　from　head　to　foot。
  ‘Have　you　got　the　price　of　a　pint　of　beer　about　you？’　said　the
  tinker。　‘If　you　have；　out　with　it；　afore　I　take　it　away！’
  I　should　certainly　have　produced　it；　but　that　I　met　the　woman’s
  look；　and　saw　her　very　slightly　shake　her　head；　and　form　‘No！’　with
  her　lips。
  ‘I　am　very　poor；’　I　said；　attempting　to　smile；　‘and　have　got　no
  money。’
  ‘Why；　what　do　you　mean？’　said　the　tinker；　looking　so　sternly　at
  me；　that　I　almost　feared　he　saw　the　money　in　my　pocket。
  ‘Sir！’　I　stammered。
  ‘What　do　you　mean；’　said　the　tinker；　‘by　wearing　my　brother’s
  silk　handkerchief！　Give　it　over　here！’　And　he　had　mine　off　my　neck
  in　a　moment；　and　tossed　it　to　the　woman。
  The　woman　burst　into　a　fit　of　laughter；　as　if　she　thought　this　a
  joke；　and　tossed　it　back　to　me；　nodded　once；　as　slightly　as　before；
  and　made　the　word　‘Go！’　with　her　lips。　Before　I　could　obey；
  however；　the　tinker　seized　the　handkerchief　out　of　my　hand　with　a
  roughness　that　threw　me　away　like　a　feather；　and　putting　it　loosely
  round　his　own　neck；　turned　upon　the　woman　with　an　oath；　and
  knocked　her　down。　I　never　shall　forget　seeing　her　fall　backward　on
  the　hard　road；　and　lie　there　with　her　bonnet　tumbled　off；　and　her
  hair　all　whitened　in　the　dust；　nor；　when　I　looked　back　from　a
  distance；　seeing　her　sitting　on　the　pathway；　which　was　a　bank　by
  the　roadside；　wiping　the　blood　from　her　face　with　a　corner　of　her
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  shawl；　while　he　went　on　ahead。
  This　adventure　frightened　me　so；　that；　afterwards；　when　I　saw
  any　of　these　people　coming；　I　turned　back　until　I　could　find　a
  hiding…place；　where　I　remained　until　they　had　gone　out　of　sight；
  which　happened　so　often；　that　I　was　very　seriously　delayed。　But
  under　this　difficulty；　as　under　all　the　other　difficulties　of　my
  journey；　I　seemed　to　be　sustained　and　led　on　by　my　fanciful
  picture　of　my　mother　in　her　youth；　before　I　came　into　the　world。　It
  always　kept　me　company。　It　was　there；　among　the　hops；　when　I　lay
  down　to　sleep；　it　was　with　me　on　my　waking　in　the　morning；　it
  went　before　me　all　day。　I　have　associated　it；　ever　since；　with　the
  sunny　street　of　Canterbury；　dozing　as　it　were　in　the　hot　light；　and
  with　the　sight　of　its　old　houses　and　gateways；　and　the　stately；　grey
  Cathedral；　with　the　rooks　sailing　round　the　towers。　When　I　came；
  at　last；　upon　the　bare；　wide　downs　near　Dover；　it　relieved　the
  solitary　aspect　of　the　scene　with　hope；　and　not　until　I　reached　that
  first　great　aim　of　my　journey；　and　actually　set　foot　in　the　town
  itself；　on　the　sixth　day　of　my　flight；　did　it　desert　me。　But　then；
  strange　to　say；　when　I　stood　with　my　ragged　shoes；　and　my　dusty；
  sunburnt；　half…clothed　figure；　in　the　place　so　long　desired；　it
  seemed　to　vanish　like　a　dream；　and　to　leave　me　helpless　and
  dispirited。
  I　inquired　about　my　aunt　among　the　boatmen　first；　and
  received　various　answers。　One　said　she　lived　in　the　South
  Foreland　Light；　and　had　singed　her　whiskers　by　doing　so；　another；
  that　she　was　made　fast　to　the　great　buoy　outside　the　harbour；　and
  could　only　be　visited　at　half…tide；　a　third；　that　she　was　locked　up　in
  Maidstone　jail　for　child…stealing；　a　fourth；　that　she　was　seen　to
  mount　a　broom　in　the　last　high　wind；　and　make　direct　for　Calais。
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  The　fly…drivers；　among　whom　I　inquired　next；　were　equally　jocose
  and　equally　disrespectful；　and　the　shopkeepers；　not　liking　my
  appearance；　generally　replied；　without　hearing　what　I　had　to　say；
  that　they　had　got　nothing　for　me。　I　felt　more　miserable　and
  destitute　than　I　had　done　at　any　period　of　my　running　away。　My
  money　was　all　gone；　I　had　nothing　left　to　dispose　of；　I　was　hungry；
  thirsty；　and　worn　out；　and　seemed　as　distant　from　my　end　as　if　I
  had　remained　in　London。
  The　morning　had　worn　away　in　these　inquiries；　and　I　was
  sitting　on　the　step　of　an　empty　shop　at　a　street　corner；　near　the
  market…place；　deliberating　upon　wandering　towards　those　other
  places　which　had　been　mentioned；　when　a　fly…driver；　coming　by
  with　his　carriage；　dr