"I don't know," says Jo, staring moodily at the veil, "nothink about no papers. I don't know nothink about nothink at all."
"Were you examined at an inquest?"
"I don't know nothink about no--where I was took by the beadle, do you mean?" says Jo. "Was the boy's name at the inkwhich Jo?"
"Yes."
"That's me!" says Jo.
"Come farther up."

"I don't know," says Jo. "I don't know nothink about no papers."
"Were you examined at an inquest?"
"I don't know nothink about no - where I was took by the beadle, do you mean?" says Jo. "Was the boy's name at the inkwhich Jo?"
"Yes."
"That's me!" says Jo. 