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past Whitechapel Church； and was … rather inappropriately for an
Uncommercial Traveller … in the Commercial Road。 Pleasantly
wallowing in the abundant mud of that thoroughfare； and greatly
enjoying the huge piles of building belonging to the sugar
refiners； the little masts and vanes in small back gardens in back
streets； the neighbouring canals and docks； the India vans
lumbering along their stone tramway； and the pawnbrokers' shops
where hard…up Mates had pawned so many sextants and quadrants； that
I should have bought a few cheap if I had the least notion how to
use them； I at last began to file off to the right； towards
Wapping。
Not that I intended to take boat at Wapping Old Stairs； or that I
was going to look at the locality； because I believe （for I don't）
in the constancy of the young woman who told her sea…going lover；
to such a beautiful old tune； that she had ever continued the same；
since she gave him the 'baccer…box marked with his name； I am
afraid he usually got the worst of those transactions； and was
frightfully taken in。 No； I was going to Wapping； because an
Eastern police magistrate had said； through the morning papers；
that there was no classification at the Wapping workhouse for
women； and that it was a disgrace and a shame； and divers other
hard names； and because I wished to see how the fact really stood。
For； that Eastern police magistrates are not always the wisest men
of the East； may be inferred from their course of procedure
respecting the fancy…dressing and pantomime…posturing at St。
George's in that quarter： which is usually； to discuss the matter
at issue； in a state of mind betokening the weakest perplexity；
with all parties concerned and unconcerned； and； for a final
expedient； to consult the complainant as to what he thinks ought to
be done with the defendant； and take the defendant's opinion as to
what he would recommend to be done with himself。
Long before I reached Wapping； I gave myself up as having lost my
way； and； abandoning myself to the narrow streets in a Turkish
frame of mind； relied on predestination to bring me somehow or
other to the place I wanted if I were ever to get there。 When I
had ceased for an hour or so to take any trouble about the matter；
I found myself on a swing…bridge looking down at some dark locks in
some dirty water。 Over against me； stood a creature remotely in
the likeness of a young man； with a puffed sallow face； and a
figure all dirty and shiny and slimy； who may have been the
youngest son of his filthy old father； Thames； or the drowned man
about whom there was a placard on the granite post like a large
thimble； that stood between us。
I asked this apparition what it called the place？ Unto which； it
replied； with a ghastly grin and a sound like gurgling water in its
throat：
'Mr。 Baker's trap。'
As it is a point of great sensitiveness with me on such occasions
to be equal to the intellectual pressure of the conversation； I
deeply considered the meaning of this speech； while I eyed the
apparition … then engaged in hugging and sucking a horizontal iron
bar at the top of the locks。 Inspiration suggested to me that Mr。
Baker was the acting coroner of that neighbourhood。
'A common place for suicide；' said I； looking down at the locks。
'Sue？' returned the ghost； with a stare。 'Yes！ And Poll。
Likewise Emily。 And Nancy。 And Jane；' he sucked the iron between
each name； 'and all the bileing。 Ketches off their bonnets or
shorls； takes a run； and headers down here； they doos。 Always a
headerin' down here； they is。 Like one o'clock。'
'And at about that hour of the morning； I suppose？'
'Ah！' said the apparition。 'THEY an't partickler。 Two 'ull do for
THEM。 Three。 All times o' night。 On'y mind you！' Here the
apparition rested his profile on the bar； and gurgled in a
sarcastic manner。 'There must be somebody comin'。 They don't go a
headerin' down here； wen there an't no Bobby nor gen'ral Cove； fur
to hear the splash。'
According to my interpretation of these words； I was myself a
General Cove； or member of the miscellaneous public。 In which
modest character I remarked：
'They are often taken out； are they； and restored？'
'I dunno about restored；' said the apparition； who； for some occult
reason； very much objected to that word； 'they're carried into the
werkiss and put into a 'ot bath； and brought round。 But I dunno
about restored；' said the apparition； 'blow THAT！' … and vanished。
As it had shown a desire to become offensive； I was not sorry to
find myself alone； especially as the 'werkiss' it had indicated
with a twist of its matted head； was close at hand。 So I left Mr。
Baker's terrible trap （baited with a scum that was like the soapy
rinsing of sooty chimneys）； and made bold to ring at the workhouse
gate； where I was wholly unexpected and quite unknown。
A very bright and nimble little matron； with a bunch of keys in her
hand； responded to my request to see the House。 I began to doubt
whether the police magistrate was quite right in his facts； when I
noticed her quick； active little figure and her intelligent eyes。
The Traveller （the matron intimated） should see the worst first。
He was welcome to see everything。 Such as it was； there it all
was。
This was the only preparation for our entering 'the Foul wards。'
They were in an old building squeezed away in a corner of a paved
yard； quite detached from the more modern and spacious main body of
the workhouse。 They were in a building most monstrously behind the
time … a mere series of garrets or lofts； with every inconvenient
and objectionable circumstance in their construction； and only
accessible by steep and narrow staircases； infamously ill…adapted
for the passage up…stairs of the sick or down…stairs of the dead。
A…bed in these miserable rooms； here on bedsteads； there （for a
change； as I understood it） on the floor； were women in every stage
of distress and disease。 None but those who have attentively
observed such scenes； can conceive the extraordinary variety of
expression still latent under the general monotony and uniformity
of colour； attitude； and condition。 The form a little coiled up
and turned away； as though it had turned its back on this world for
ever； the uninterested face at once lead…coloured and yellow；
looking passively upward from the pillow； the haggard mouth a
little dropped； the hand outside the coverlet； so dull and
indifferent； so light； and yet so heavy； these were on every
pallet； but when I stopped beside a bed； and said ever so slight a
word to the figure lying there； the ghost of the old character came
into the face； and made the Foul ward as various as the fair world。
No one appeared to care to live； but no one complained； all who
could speak； said that as much was done for them as could be done
there； that the attendance was kind and patient； that their
suffering was very heavy； but they had nothing to ask for。 The
wretched rooms were as clean and sweet as it is possible for such
rooms to be； they would become a pest…house in a single week； if
they were ill…kept。
I accompanied the brisk matron up another barbarous staircase； into
a better kind of loft devoted to the idiotic and imbecile。 There
was at least Light in it； whereas the windows in the former wards
had been like sides of school…boys' bird…cages。 There was a strong
grating over the fire here； and； holding a kind of state on either
side of the hearth； separated by the breadth of this grating； were
two old ladies in a condition of feeble dignity； which was surely
the very last and lowest reduction of self…complacency to be found
in this wonderful humanity of ours。 They were evidently jealous of
each other； and passed their whole time （as some people do； whose
fires are not grated） in mentally disparaging each other； and
contemptuously watching their neighbours。 One of these parodies on
provincial gentlewomen was extremely talkative； and expressed a
strong desire to attend the service on Sundays； from which she
represented herself to have derived the greatest interest and
consolation when allowed that privilege。 She gossiped so well； and
looked altogether so cheery and harmless； that I began to think
this a case for the Eastern magistrate； until I found that on the
last occasion of her attending chapel she had secreted a small
stick； and had caused some confusion in the responses by suddenly
producing it and belabouring the congregation。
So； these two old ladies； separated by the breadth of the grating …
otherwise they would fly at one another's caps … sat all day long；
suspecting one another； and contemplating a world of fits。 For
everybody else in the room had fits； except the wards…woman； an
elderly； able…bodied pauperess； with a large upper lip； and an air
of repressing and saving her strength； as she stood with her