Мидлмарч

           Crabbe,theglazier,whogatheredmuchnewsandgropedamongitdimly."ButbywhatIcanmakeout,there’sthemsaysBulstrodewasforrunningaway,forfearo’beingfoundout,beforenow."

           "He’llbedroveaway,whetherorno,"saidMr.Dill,thebarber,whohadjustdroppedin."IshavedFletcher,Hawley’sclerk,thismorning—he’sgotabadfinger—andhesaysthey’reallofonemindtogetridofBulstrode.Mr.Thesigeristurnedagainsthim,andwantshimouto’theparish.Andthere’sgentlemeninthistownsaysthey’dassoondinewithafellowfromthehulks.‘AndadealsoonerIwould,’saysFletcher;‘forwhat’smoreagainstone’sstomachthanamancomingandmakinghimselfbadcompanywithhisreligion,andgivingoutastheTenCommandmentsarenotenoughforhim,andallthewhilehe’sworsethanhalfthemenatthetread-mill?’Fletchersaidsohimself."

           "It’llbeabadthingforthetownthough,ifBulstrode’smoneygoesoutofit,"saidMr.Limp,quaveringly.

           "Ah,there’sbetterfolksspendtheirmoneyworse,"saidafirm-voiceddyer,whosecrimsonhandslookedoutofkeepingwithhisgood-naturedface.

           "Buthewon’tkeephismoney,bywhatIcanmakeout,"saidtheglazier."Don’ttheysayasthere’ssomebodycanstripitoffhim?BywhatIcanunderstan’,theycouldtakeeverypennyoffhim,iftheywenttolawing.