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They
took
one
silent
turn
backward
and
forward
in
the
shade
of
the
wall
,
getting
,
at
the
height
on
which
the
quarantine
barracks
are
placed
,
what
cool
refreshment
of
sea
breeze
there
was
at
seven
in
the
morning
.
Mr
Meagles
’
s
companion
resumed
the
conversation
.
‘
May
I
ask
you
,
’
he
said
,
‘
what
is
the
name
of
—
’
‘
Tattycoram
?
’
Mr
Meagles
struck
in
.
‘
I
have
not
the
least
idea
.
’
‘
I
thought
,
’
said
the
other
,
‘
that
—
’
‘
Tattycoram
?
’
suggested
Mr
Meagles
again
.
‘
Thank
you
—
that
Tattycoram
was
a
name
;
and
I
have
several
times
wondered
at
the
oddity
of
it
.
’
‘
Why
,
the
fact
is
,
’
said
Mr
Meagles
,
‘
Mrs
Meagles
and
myself
are
,
you
see
,
practical
people
.
’
‘
That
you
have
frequently
mentioned
in
the
course
of
the
agreeable
and
interesting
conversations
we
have
had
together
,
walking
up
and
down
on
these
stones
,
’
said
the
other
,
with
a
half
smile
breaking
through
the
gravity
of
his
dark
face
.
‘
Practical
people
.
So
one
day
,
five
or
six
years
ago
now
,
when
we
took
Pet
to
church
at
the
Foundling
—
you
have
heard
of
the
Foundling
Hospital
in
London
?
Similar
to
the
Institution
for
the
Found
Children
in
Paris
?
’
‘
I
have
seen
it
.
