文档介绍：In the Cage
In the Cage
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In the Cage
CHAPTER I
It had occurred to her early that in her position--that of a young person
spending, in framed and wired confinement, the life of a guinea-pig or a
magpie--she should know a great many persons without their recognising
the acquaintance. That made it an emotion the more lively--though
singularly rare and always, even then, with opportunity still very much
smothered--to see any e in whom she knew outside, as she called
it, any one who could add anything to the meanness of her function. Her
function was to sit there with two young men--the other telegraphist and
the counter-clerk; to mind the "sounder," which was always going, to dole
out stamps and postal-orders, weigh letters, answer stupid questions, give
difficult change and, more than anything else, count words as numberless
as the sands of the sea, the words of the telegrams thrust, from morning to
night, through the gap left in the high lattice, across the encumbered shelf
that her forearm ached with rubbing. This transparent screen fenced out
or fenced in, according to the side of the narrow counter on which the
human lot was cast, the duskiest corner of a shop pervaded not a little, in
winter, by the poison of perpetual gas, and at all times by the presence of
hams, cheese, dried fish, soap, varnish, paraffin and other solids and fluids
that she came to know perfectly by their smells without consenting to
know them by their names.
The barrier that divided the little post-and-telegraph-office from the
grocery was a frail structure of wood and wire; but the social, the
professional separation was a gulf that fortune, by a stroke quite
remarkable, had spared her the necessity of contributing at all publicly to
bridge. When Mr. Cocker's young men stepped over from behind the
other counter to change a five-pound note--and Mr. Cocker's situation,
with the cream of the "Court Guide" and the dearest furnished apartments,
Simpkin's, Ladl