and beauty weeping by the fire and my aunt to her i hardly think i should have had courage to go on until next day but it always went before me and i followed i got that sunday through thi ee and twenty miles on the straight road though not very easily for i was new to that kind of toil i see myself as evening in coming over the bridge at and tired and eating bread that i had bought for supper one or two little houses with the notice lodgings for travellers hanging out had tempted me but i was afraid of spending the few pence i had and was even more afraid of the vicious looks of the i had met or overtaken i sought no shelter therefore but the sky and toiling into � which in that night s aspect is a mere dream of chalk and and ships in a muddy river like s � crept at last upon a sort of grass grown battery overhanging a lane where a was walking to and fro here i lay down near a cannon and happy in the society of the s footsteps though he knew no more of my being above him than the boys at house had known of my lying by the w all slept soundly until morning very stiff and sore of foot i was in the morning and quite dazed by the beating of drums and marching of troops which seemed to hem me in on every side when i went down towards the long narrow street that i could go but a very little way that day if i were to reserve any strength for getting to my journey s end i resolved to make the sale of my jacket its principal business accordingly i took the jacket off that i might learn to do without it and carrying it under my arm began a tour of inspection of the various shops it was a likely place to sell a jacket in for the in second hand clothes were numerous and were generally speaking on the look out for customers at their shop doors but as most of them had hanging up among their stock an officer s coat or two and all i was rendered timid by the costly e of their dealings and walked about for a long time without offering my to any one this modesty of mine directed my attention to the marine store shops and such shops as mr s in preference to the regular at last i found one that i thought looked promising at the corner of a dirty lane ending in an full of against the of which some second band sailors clothes that seemed to have the shop were fluttering among some and rusty guns and hats and certain full of so many old rusty keys of so many sizes that they seemed various enough to open all the doors in the world k the personal history and experience into this shop which was low and small and which was darkened rather than lighted by a little window with clothes and was descended into by some steps i went with a heart which was not relieved when an ugly old man with the lower part of his face all covered with a grey beard rushed out of a dirty den behind it and seized me by the hair of my head he was a dreadful old man to look at in a filthy flannel waistcoat and smelling terribly of rum his covered with a tumbled and ragged piece of was in the den he had come from where another little window showed a prospect of more and a lame donkey oh what do you want grinned this old man in a fierce monotonous oh my eyes and limbs what do you want oh my lungs and liver what do you want oh i was so much dismayed by these words and particularly by the repetition of the last unknown one which was a kind of rattle in his throat that i could make no answer the old man still holding me by the hair repeated oh what do you want oh my eyes and limbs what do you want oh ray lungs and liver what do you want oh � which he out of himself with an energy that made his eyes start in his head i wanted to know i said trembling if you would buy a jacket oh let s see the jacket cried the old man oh my heart on show the jacket to us oh my eyes and limbs bring the jacket out with that he took his trembling hands which were like the claws of a great bird out of my hair and put on a pair of spectacles not at all ornamental to his eyes oh how much for the jacket cried the old man after examining it oh � � how much for the jacket half a crown i answered recovering myself oh my lungs and liver cried the old man no oh my eyes no oh my limbs no every time he uttered this his eyes seemed to be in danger of starting out and every sentence he spoke he delivered in a sort of tune always exactly the same and more like a gust of wind which begins low up high and falls again than any other comparison i can find for it well said i glad to have closed the bargain i take oh my liver cried the old man throwing the jacket on a shelf get out of the shop oh my lungs get out of the shop oh my eyes and � don t ask for money make it an exchange i never was so frightened in my life before or since but i told him humbly that i wanted money and that nothing else was of any use to 