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meddle; don’t mind me.”

The [???] To dispose to get her br [??] get her brother out of the prison and out of the prison; out of the succession to Mrs Bangham in executing commissions,
and out of the slang interchange with very doubtful companions consequent upon
both; was her hardest task. He At was twenty almost twenty eighteen [??? nineteen?] before years of
age he would have lived dragged on from hand to mouth, from hour to hour, from penny to penny, until eighty.
Nobody got into the prison who from whom he [???? ?? ???] up anything [?? ???? ] from whom he derived someone capable of
[??????] anything useful or good, and she could think of find no patron for him but her old friend and
godfather.

“Dear Bob,” said she, “what is to become of poor Tip?” His name was Edward,
and Ted had grown been transformed into Tip, within the walls.

The turnkey had his own strong private opinions as to what would become of Tip, and had even
gone so far with the view of averting their fulfilment, as to sound Tip in reference to the expediency of
running away and going for a soldier [?? ???] to serve his country. But Tip had thanked him, and said he
was wild enough as he was didn’t seem to care for his country.

“Well, my dear,” said the turnkey, “something ought to be done with him. Suppose I
try to try and get him into the law?”

“ Do you think hw would like the law That would be so good of you, Bob!”

The turnkey had there/these [????] now two points to put to the professional gentlemen as they
passed in and out. He put this second one so far[????] perseveringly that a stool and twelve shillings
a week were at last found for Tip in the office of an attorney in a great National [????] Palladium called the
Palace Court: [???????????????] one of a considerable list [???] testimonies to the [????] of [?? ???] the [???????????? last] of everlasting essentials to
the dignity and safety of Britain, which [???] whose places know them no more.

Tip languished in Clifford’s Inns for six months, and at the expiration of that term sauntered back one evening with
his hands in his pockets, and incidentally observed to his sister that he wasn't going back
again.

“oh Tip Not going back again?” dear oh Tip! said the poor little anxious
Child of the Marshalsea, always calculating and planning for Tip, among the rest in the front rank of her charges, night and
day.

“I am so tired of it,” said Tip, “that I have cut it.”

Tip tired of everything. With intervals of Marshalsea lounging and Mrs Bangham succession, his small second mother
aided by her trusty friend, got him into a warehouse, into a market garden, into the hop trade, into the law again,
into an auctioneers, into a brewery, into a stockbroker’s, into the law again, into a coach office, into a waggon office,
into the law again, into a general dealer’s, into a distillery, into the law again, into a wool house,
into a dry goods house, into the Billingsgate trade, into the foreign fruit trade, and into the docks. and into the law again but whatever
Tip went into, he came out of tired, announcing that he had cut it. announcing that he had cut it. Wherever he went, this foredoomed
Tip appeared to take the prison walls with him, and to set them up in that trade or calling, and
to prowl about within their narrow limits in the old slip-shod, purposeless, down-at-heel [??? Marshalsea] way; until the real walls [????]
immovable prison Marshalsea walls asserted their fascination over him, and brought him back.

Nevertheless, so this sister so [??] the brave little creature did so fix her heart on saving [???] his her brother’s rescue, that while he was
ringing out these doleful changes, she pinched and scraped enough together to ship him for Canada. When
Tip he was tired of nothing to do, and disposed in its turn to cut even that, he graciously consented to go to
Canada and [??] was grief [??] She was full of there was grief in her bosom over parting with him, and
joy in the hope of his being put in a straight course at last.

“God bless you dear, dear Tip. Don’t be too proud to come and see us, when you have made
your fortune.”