‘In short, you are provided for,’ observed his sister; ‘and will
please to do your duty.’
Though I quite understood that the purpose of this
announcement was to get rid of me, I have no distinct
remembrance whether it pleased or frightened me. My impression
is, that I was in a state of confusion about it, and, oscillating
between the two points, touched neither. Nor had I much time for
the clearing of my thoughts, as Mr. Quinion was to go upon the
morrow.
Behold me, on the morrow, in a much-worn little white hat,
with a black crape round it for my mother, a black jacket, and a
pair of hard, stiff corduroy trousers—which Miss Murdstone
considered the best armour for the legs in that fight with the world
which was now to come off. behold me so attired, and with my
little worldly all before me in a small trunk, sitting, a lone lorn
child (as Mrs. Gummidge might have said), in the post-chaise that
was carrying Mr. Quinion to the London coach at Yarmouth! See,
how our house and church are lessening in the distance; how the
grave beneath the tree is blotted out by intervening objects; how
the spire points upwards from my old playground no more, and
the sky is empty!
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Chapter 11
I BEGIN LIFE ON MY OWN ACCOUNT, AND
DON’T LIKE IT
Iknow enough of the world now, to have almost lost the
capacity of being much surprised by anything; but it is matter
of some surprise to me, even now, that I can have been so
easily thrown away at such an age. A child of excellent abilities,
and with strong powers of observation, quick, eager, delicate, and
soon hurt bodily or mentally, it seems wonderful to me that
nobody should have made any sign in my behalf. But none was
made; and I became, at ten years old, a little labouring hind in the
service of Murdstone and Grinby.
Murdstone and Grinby’s warehouse was at the waterside. It was
down in Blackfriars. Modern improvements have altered the
place; but it was the last house at the bottom of a narrow street,
curving down hill to the river, with some stairs at the end, where
people took boat. It was a crazy old house with a wharf of its own,
abutting on the water when the tide was in, and on the mud when
the tide was out, and literally overrun with rats. Its panelled
rooms, discoloured with the dirt and smoke of a hundred years, I
dare say; its decaying floors and staircase; the squeaking and
scuffling of the old grey rats down in the cellars; and the dirt and
rottenness of the place; are things, not of many years ago, in my
mind, but of the present instant. They are all before me, just as
they were in the evil hour when I went among them for the first
time, with my trembling hand in Mr. Quinion’s.
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Murdstone and Grinby’s trade was among a good many kinds of
people, but an important branch of it was the supply of wines and
spirits to certain packet ships. I forget now where they chiefly
went, but I think there were some among them that made voyages
both to the East and West Indies. I know that a great many empty
bottles were one of the consequences of this traffic, and that
certain men and boys were employed to examine them against the
light, and reject those that were flawed, and to rinse and wash
them. When the empty bottles ran short, there were labels to be
pasted on full ones, or corks to be fitted to them, or seals to be put
upon the corks, or finished bottles to be packed in casks. All this
work was my work, and of the boys employed upon it I was one.
There were three or four of us, counting me. My working place
was established in a corner of the warehouse, where Mr. Qu"};
