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There
was
something
gipsy
-
like
and
agreeable
in
the
dinner
,
after
all
.
I
took
back
Captain
Hopkins
’
s
knife
and
fork
early
in
the
afternoon
,
and
went
home
to
comfort
Mrs
.
Micawber
with
an
account
of
my
visit
.
She
fainted
when
she
saw
me
return
,
and
made
a
little
jug
of
egg
-
hot
afterwards
to
console
us
while
we
talked
it
over
.
I
don
’
t
know
how
the
household
furniture
came
to
be
sold
for
the
family
benefit
,
or
who
sold
it
,
except
that
I
did
not
.
Sold
it
was
,
however
,
and
carried
away
in
a
van
;
except
the
bed
,
a
few
chairs
,
and
the
kitchen
table
.
With
these
possessions
we
encamped
,
as
it
were
,
in
the
two
parlours
of
the
emptied
house
in
Windsor
Terrace
;
Mrs
.
Micawber
,
the
children
,
the
Orfling
,
and
myself
;
and
lived
in
those
rooms
night
and
day
.
I
have
no
idea
for
how
long
,
though
it
seems
to
me
for
a
long
time
.
At
last
Mrs
.
Micawber
resolved
to
move
into
the
prison
,
where
Mr
.
Micawber
had
now
secured
a
room
to
himself
.
So
I
took
the
key
of
the
house
to
the
landlord
,
who
was
very
glad
to
get
it
;
and
the
beds
were
sent
over
to
the
King
’
s
Bench
,
except
mine
,
for
which
a
little
room
was
hired
outside
the
walls
in
the
neighbourhood
of
that
Institution
,
very
much
to
my
satisfaction
,
since
the
Micawbers
and
I
had
become
too
used
to
one
another
,
in
our
troubles
,
to
part
.
The
Orfling
was
likewise
accommodated
with
an
inexpensive
lodging
in
the
same
neighbourhood
.
Mine
was
a
quiet
back
-
garret
with
a
sloping
roof
,
commanding
a
pleasant
prospect
of
a
timberyard
;
and
when
I
took
possession
of
it
,
with
the
reflection
that
Mr
.
Micawber
’
s
troubles
had
come
to
a
crisis
at
last
,
I
thought
it
quite
a
paradise
.
All
this
time
I
was
working
at
Murdstone
and
Grinby
’
s
in
the
same
common
way
,
and
with
the
same
common
companions
,
and
with
the
same
sense
of
unmerited
degradation
as
at
first
.
But
I
never
,
happily
for
me
no
doubt
,
made
a
single
acquaintance
,
or
spoke
to
any
of
the
many
boys
whom
I
saw
daily
in
going
to
the
warehouse
,
in
coming
from
it
,
and
in
prowling
about
the
streets
at
meal
-
times
.
I
led
the
same
secretly
unhappy
life
;
but
I
led
it
in
the
same
lonely
,
self
-
reliant
manner
.
The
only
changes
I
am
conscious
of
are
,
firstly
,
that
I
had
grown
more
shabby
,
and
secondly
,
that
I
was
now
relieved
of
much
of
the
weight
of
Mr
.
and
Mrs
.
Micawber
’
s
cares
;
for
some
relatives
or
friends
had
engaged
to
help
them
at
their
present
pass
,
and
they
lived
more
comfortably
in
the
prison
than
they
had
lived
for
a
long
while
out
of
it
.
I
used
to
breakfast
with
them
now
,
in
virtue
of
some
arrangement
,
of
which
I
have
forgotten
the
details
.
I
forget
,
too
,
at
what
hour
the
gates
were
opened
in
the
morning
,
admitting
of
my
going
in
;
but
I
know
that
I
was
often
up
at
six
o
’
clock
,
and
that
my
favourite
lounging
-
place
in
the
interval
was
old
London
Bridge
,
where
I
was
wont
to
sit
in
one
of
the
stone
recesses
,
watching
the
people
going
by
,
or
to
look
over
the
balustrades
at
the
sun
shining
in
the
water
,
and
lighting
up
the
golden
flame
on
the
top
of
the
Monument
.
The
Orfling
met
me
here
sometimes
,
to
be
told
some
astonishing
fictions
respecting
the
wharves
and
the
Tower
;
of
which
I
can
say
no
more
than
that
I
hope
I
believed
them
myself
.
In
the
evening
I
used
to
go
back
to
the
prison
,
and
walk
up
and
down
the
parade
with
Mr
.
Micawber
;
or
play
casino
with
Mrs
.
Micawber
,
and
hear
reminiscences
of
her
papa
and
mama
.
Whether
Mr
.
Murdstone
knew
where
I
was
,
I
am
unable
to
say
.
I
never
told
them
at
Murdstone
and
Grinby
’
s
.
Mr
.
Micawber
’
s
affairs
,
although
past
their
crisis
,
were
very
much
involved
by
reason
of
a
certain
‘
Deed
’
,
of
which
I
used
to
hear
a
great
deal
,
and
which
I
suppose
,
now
,
to
have
been
some
former
composition
with
his
creditors
,
though
I
was
so
far
from
being
clear
about
it
then
,
that
I
am
conscious
of
having
confounded
it
with
those
demoniacal
parchments
which
are
held
to
have
,
once
upon
a
time
,
obtained
to
a
great
extent
in
Germany
.
At
last
this
document
appeared
to
be
got
out
of
the
way
,
somehow
;
at
all
events
it
ceased
to
be
the
rock
-
ahead
it
had
been
;
and
Mrs
.
Micawber
informed
me
that
‘
her
family
’
had
decided
that
Mr
.
Micawber
should
apply
for
his
release
under
the
Insolvent
Debtors
Act
,
which
would
set
him
free
,
she
expected
,
in
about
six
weeks
.
‘
And
then
,
’
said
Mr
.
Micawber
,
who
was
present
,
‘
I
have
no
doubt
I
shall
,
please
Heaven
,
begin
to
be
beforehand
with
the
world
,
and
to
live
in
a
perfectly
new
manner
,
if
—
in
short
,
if
anything
turns
up
.
’
By
way
of
going
in
for
anything
that
might
be
on
the
cards
,
I
call
to
mind
that
Mr
.
Micawber
,
about
this
time
,
composed
a
petition
to
the
House
of
Commons
,
praying
for
an
alteration
in
the
law
of
imprisonment
for
debt
.
I
set
down
this
remembrance
here
,
because
it
is
an
instance
to
myself
of
the
manner
in
which
I
fitted
my
old
books
to
my
altered
life
,
and
made
stories
for
myself
,
out
of
the
streets
,
and
out
of
men
and
women
;
and
how
some
main
points
in
the
character
I
shall
unconsciously
develop
,
I
suppose
,
in
writing
my
life
,
were
gradually
forming
all
this
while
.
There
was
a
club
in
the
prison
,
in
which
Mr
.
Micawber
,
as
a
gentleman
,
was
a
great
authority
.
Mr
.
Micawber
had
stated
his
idea
of
this
petition
to
the
club
,
and
the
club
had
strongly
approved
of
the
same
.
Wherefore
Mr
.
Micawber
(
who
was
a
thoroughly
good
-
natured
man
,
and
as
active
a
creature
about
everything
but
his
own
affairs
as
ever
existed
,
and
never
so
happy
as
when
he
was
busy
about
something
that
could
never
be
of
any
profit
to
him
)
set
to
work
at
the
petition
,
invented
it
,
engrossed
it
on
an
immense
sheet
of
paper
,
spread
it
out
on
a
table
,
and
appointed
a
time
for
all
the
club
,
and
all
within
the
walls
if
they
chose
,
to
come
up
to
his
room
and
sign
it
.
