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Minnie
would
not
deceive
her
father
and
mother
.
You
have
travelled
with
them
,
and
I
believe
you
know
what
a
bond
there
is
among
them
,
extending
even
beyond
this
present
life
.
All
that
there
is
between
Miss
Minnie
and
Mr
Gowan
,
I
have
no
doubt
we
see
.
’
‘
Ah
!
We
see
enough
!
’
cried
Arthur
.
Mr
Doyce
wished
him
Good
Night
in
the
tone
of
a
man
who
had
heard
a
mournful
,
not
to
say
despairing
,
exclamation
,
and
who
sought
to
infuse
some
encouragement
and
hope
into
the
mind
of
the
person
by
whom
it
had
been
uttered
.
Such
tone
was
probably
a
part
of
his
oddity
,
as
one
of
a
crotchety
band
;
for
how
could
he
have
heard
anything
of
that
kind
,
without
Clennam
’
s
hearing
it
too
?
The
rain
fell
heavily
on
the
roof
,
and
pattered
on
the
ground
,
and
dripped
among
the
evergreens
and
the
leafless
branches
of
the
trees
.
The
rain
fell
heavily
,
drearily
.
It
was
a
night
of
tears
.
If
Clennam
had
not
decided
against
falling
in
love
with
Pet
;
if
he
had
had
the
weakness
to
do
it
;
if
he
had
,
little
by
little
,
persuaded
himself
to
set
all
the
earnestness
of
his
nature
,
all
the
might
of
his
hope
,
and
all
the
wealth
of
his
matured
character
,
on
that
cast
;
if
he
had
done
this
and
found
that
all
was
lost
;
he
would
have
been
,
that
night
,
unutterably
miserable
.
As
it
was
—
As
it
was
,
the
rain
fell
heavily
,
drearily
.
Little
Dorrit
had
not
attained
her
twenty
-
second
birthday
without
finding
a
lover
.
Even
in
the
shallow
Marshalsea
,
the
ever
young
Archer
shot
off
a
few
featherless
arrows
now
and
then
from
a
mouldy
bow
,
and
winged
a
Collegian
or
two
.
Little
Dorrit
’
s
lover
,
however
,
was
not
a
Collegian
.
He
was
the
sentimental
son
of
a
turnkey
.
His
father
hoped
,
in
the
fulness
of
time
,
to
leave
him
the
inheritance
of
an
unstained
key
;
and
had
from
his
early
youth
familiarised
him
with
the
duties
of
his
office
,
and
with
an
ambition
to
retain
the
prison
-
lock
in
the
family
.
While
the
succession
was
yet
in
abeyance
,
he
assisted
his
mother
in
the
conduct
of
a
snug
tobacco
business
round
the
corner
of
Horsemonger
Lane
(
his
father
being
a
non
-
resident
turnkey
)
,
which
could
usually
command
a
neat
connection
within
the
College
walls
.
Years
agone
,
when
the
object
of
his
affections
was
wont
to
sit
in
her
little
arm
-
chair
by
the
high
Lodge
-
fender
,
Young
John
(
family
name
,
Chivery
)
,
a
year
older
than
herself
,
had
eyed
her
with
admiring
wonder
.
When
he
had
played
with
her
in
the
yard
,
his
favourite
game
had
been
to
counterfeit
locking
her
up
in
corners
,
and
to
counterfeit
letting
her
out
for
real
kisses
.
When
he
grew
tall
enough
to
peep
through
the
keyhole
of
the
great
lock
of
the
main
door
,
he
had
divers
times
set
down
his
father
’
s
dinner
,
or
supper
,
to
get
on
as
it
might
on
the
outer
side
thereof
,
while
he
stood
taking
cold
in
one
eye
by
dint
of
peeping
at
her
through
that
airy
perspective
.
If
Young
John
had
ever
slackened
in
his
truth
in
the
less
penetrable
days
of
his
boyhood
,
when
youth
is
prone
to
wear
its
boots
unlaced
and
is
happily
unconscious
of
digestive
organs
,
he
had
soon
strung
it
up
again
and
screwed
it
tight
.
At
nineteen
,
his
hand
had
inscribed
in
chalk
on
that
part
of
the
wall
which
fronted
her
lodgings
,
on
the
occasion
of
her
birthday
,
‘
Welcome
sweet
nursling
of
the
Fairies
!
’
At
twenty
-
three
,
the
same
hand
falteringly
presented
cigars
on
Sundays
to
the
Father
of
the
Marshalsea
,
and
Father
of
the
queen
of
his
soul
.
