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Suppose, however, all this to have occurred, and suppose, with Mr. Proctor, that Durdles and Deputy carried Edwin to the Tramps' lodgings, would Durdles fail to recognize Edwin? We are to guess that Grewgious was present, or disturbed at his inn, or somehow brought into touch with Edwin, and bribed Durdles to silence, "until a scheme for the punishment of Jasper had been devised."
'I remember! replies the auctioneer. And the solemn idiot really believes that he does remember. 'Profiting by your hint, pursues Jasper, 'I have had some day- rambles with the extraordinary old fellow, and we are to make a moonlight hole-and-corner exploration to-night. 'And here he is, says the Dean. Durdles with his dinner-bundle in his hand, is indeed beheld slouching towards them.
"Dear Nina," I said, "come back to us." I saw her lip tremble. There was unshed tears in her eyes. But again she shook her head. "What have they done," I asked, "to make you take this step?" "Something has happened...." she said slowly. "I can't tell you." "Just come and talk to Vera." "No, it's hopeless... I can't see her again. But, Durdles... tell her it's not her fault."
Durdles unfeelingly takes out his two-foot rule, and measures the lines calmly, alloying them with stone-grit. 'This is for the monument, is it, Mr. Sapsea? 'The Inscription. Yes. Mr. Sapsea waits for its effect on a common mind. 'It'll come in to a eighth of a inch, says Durdles. 'Your servant, Mr. Jasper. Hope I see you well. 'How are you Durdles?
We have nothing told us to support the theory that Deputy's life ever changed in its routine of work, and I am sure you agree with me that there were never an odder pair than the two: Durdles, the stone-mason, and Deputy, his servant.
Warning! followed by a crow, as from some infernally-hatched Chanticleer, apprising him under whose victorious fire he stands, he turns the corner into safety, and takes Durdles home: Durdles stumbling among the litter of his stony yard as if he were going to turn head foremost into one of the unfinished tombs.
Sometimes the stones hit him, and sometimes they miss him, but Durdles seems indifferent to either fortune.
'And I carries weight in 'em too, Mr. Jasper. Feel those! producing two other large keys. 'Hand me Mr. Sapsea's likewise. Surely this is the heaviest of the three. 'You'll find 'em much of a muchness, I expect, says Durdles. 'They all belong to monuments. They all open Durdles's work. Durdles keeps the keys of his work mostly. Not that they're much used.
Sapsea's composition, that, in spite of his intention to end his days in Cloisterham, and therefore his probably having in reserve many opportunities of copying it, he would have transcribed it into his pocket-book on the spot, but for the slouching towards them of its material producer and perpetuator, Durdles, whom Mr.
Then they go up the winding staircase of the great tower, toilsomely, turning and turning, and lowering their heads to avoid the stairs above, or the rough stone pivot around which they twist. Durdles has lighted his lantern, by drawing from the cold, hard wall a spark of that mysterious fire which lurks in everything, and, guided by this speck, they clamber up among the cobwebs and the dust.
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