"In the back room up there. You can see the winder from this corner. Up there! That's where I see him stritched out. This is the public-ouse where I was took to."
"Go on to the next!"
It is a longer walk to the next, but Jo, relieved of his first suspicions, sticks to the forms imposed upon him and does not look round. By many devious ways, reeking with offence of many kinds, they come to the little tunnel of a court, and to the gas-lamp (lighted now), and to the iron gate.
"He was put there," says Jo, holding to the bars and looking in.

"In the back room up there. You can see the winder from this corner. That's where I see him stritched out. This is the public-ouse where I was took to."
"Go on to the next!"
It is a longer walk to the next, but Jo does not look round. By many devious and reeking ways, they come to the little tunnel of a court, and to the iron gate.
"He was put there," says Jo, holding to the bars and looking in.
