He turns away and stands for a while looking out at the covered passage. When he comes back, he has recovered his composure, except that he contends against an avoidance of the boy, which is so very remarkable that it absorbs the woman's attention.
"You hear what she says. But get up, get up!"
Jo, shaking and chattering, slowly rises and stands, after the manner of his tribe in a difficulty, sideways against the hoarding, resting one of his high shoulders against it and covertly rubbing his right hand over his left and his left foot over his right.
"You hear what she says, and I know it's true. Have you been here ever since?"
"Wishermaydie if I seen Tom-all-Alone's till this blessed morning," replies Jo hoarsely.
"Why have you come here now?"

He turns away and stands for a while looking out at the passage. When he comes back, he has recovered his composure, except that he struggles against an avoidance of the boy.
"You hear what she says. But get up, get up!"
Jo, shaking and chattering, slowly rises and stands against the hoarding, rubbing one foot with the other.
"Have you been here ever since?"
"Wishermaydie if I seen Tom-all-Alone's till this blessed morning," replies Jo hoarsely.
"Why have you come here now?"
