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Young
John
was
small
of
stature
,
with
rather
weak
legs
and
very
weak
light
hair
.
One
of
his
eyes
(
perhaps
the
eye
that
used
to
peep
through
the
keyhole
)
was
also
weak
,
and
looked
larger
than
the
other
,
as
if
it
couldn
’
t
collect
itself
.
Young
John
was
gentle
likewise
.
But
he
was
great
of
soul
.
Poetical
,
expansive
,
faithful
.
Though
too
humble
before
the
ruler
of
his
heart
to
be
sanguine
,
Young
John
had
considered
the
object
of
his
attachment
in
all
its
lights
and
shades
.
Following
it
out
to
blissful
results
,
he
had
descried
,
without
self
-
commendation
,
a
fitness
in
it
.
Say
things
prospered
,
and
they
were
united
.
She
,
the
child
of
the
Marshalsea
;
he
,
the
lock
-
keeper
.
There
was
a
fitness
in
that
.
Say
he
became
a
resident
turnkey
.
She
would
officially
succeed
to
the
chamber
she
had
rented
so
long
.
There
was
a
beautiful
propriety
in
that
.
It
looked
over
the
wall
,
if
you
stood
on
tip
-
toe
;
and
,
with
a
trellis
-
work
of
scarlet
beans
and
a
canary
or
so
,
would
become
a
very
Arbour
.
There
was
a
charming
idea
in
that
.
Then
,
being
all
in
all
to
one
another
,
there
was
even
an
appropriate
grace
in
the
lock
.
With
the
world
shut
out
(
except
that
part
of
it
which
would
be
shut
in
)
;
with
its
troubles
and
disturbances
only
known
to
them
by
hearsay
,
as
they
would
be
described
by
the
pilgrims
tarrying
with
them
on
their
way
to
the
Insolvent
Shrine
;
with
the
Arbour
above
,
and
the
Lodge
below
;
they
would
glide
down
the
stream
of
time
,
in
pastoral
domestic
happiness
.
Young
John
drew
tears
from
his
eyes
by
finishing
the
picture
with
a
tombstone
in
the
adjoining
churchyard
,
close
against
the
prison
wall
,
bearing
the
following
touching
inscription
:
‘
Sacred
to
the
Memory
Of
JOHN
CHIVERY
,
Sixty
years
Turnkey
,
and
fifty
years
Head
Turnkey
,
Of
the
neighbouring
Marshalsea
,
Who
departed
this
life
,
universally
respected
,
on
the
thirty
-
first
of
December
,
One
thousand
eight
hundred
and
eighty
-
six
,
Aged
eighty
-
three
years
.
Also
of
his
truly
beloved
and
truly
loving
wife
,
AMY
,
whose
maiden
name
was
DORRIT
,
Who
survived
his
loss
not
quite
forty
-
eight
hours
,
And
who
breathed
her
last
in
the
Marshalsea
aforesaid
.
There
she
was
born
,
There
she
lived
,
There
she
died
.
’
The
Chivery
parents
were
not
ignorant
of
their
son
’
s
attachment
—
indeed
it
had
,
on
some
exceptional
occasions
,
thrown
him
into
a
state
of
mind
that
had
impelled
him
to
conduct
himself
with
irascibility
towards
the
customers
,
and
damage
the
business
—
but
they
,
in
their
turns
,
had
worked
it
out
to
desirable
conclusions
.
Mrs
Chivery
,
a
prudent
woman
,
had
desired
her
husband
to
take
notice
that
their
John
’
s
prospects
of
the
Lock
would
certainly
be
strengthened
by
an
alliance
with
Miss
Dorrit
,
who
had
herself
a
kind
of
claim
upon
the
College
and
was
much
respected
there
.
Mrs
Chivery
had
desired
her
husband
to
take
notice
that
if
,
on
the
one
hand
,
their
John
had
means
and
a
post
of
trust
,
on
the
other
hand
,
Miss
Dorrit
had
family
;
and
that
her
(
Mrs
Chivery
’
s
)
sentiment
was
,
that
two
halves
made
a
whole
.
Mrs
Chivery
,
speaking
as
a
mother
and
not
as
a
diplomatist
,
had
then
,
from
a
different
point
of
view
,
desired
her
husband
to
recollect
that
their
John
had
never
been
strong
,
and
that
his
love
had
fretted
and
worrited
him
enough
as
it
was
,
without
his
being
driven
to
do
himself
a
mischief
,
as
nobody
couldn
’
t
say
he
wouldn
’
t
be
if
he
was
crossed
.
These
arguments
had
so
powerfully
influenced
the
mind
of
Mr
Chivery
,
who
was
a
man
of
few
words
,
that
he
had
on
sundry
Sunday
mornings
,
given
his
boy
what
he
termed
‘
a
lucky
touch
,
’
signifying
that
he
considered
such
commendation
of
him
to
Good
Fortune
,
preparatory
to
his
that
day
declaring
his
passion
and
becoming
triumphant
.
But
Young
John
had
never
taken
courage
to
make
the
declaration
;
and
it
was
principally
on
these
occasions
that
he
had
returned
excited
to
the
tobacco
shop
,
and
flown
at
the
customers
.
In
this
affair
,
as
in
every
other
,
Little
Dorrit
herself
was
the
last
person
considered
.
Her
brother
and
sister
were
aware
of
it
,
and
attained
a
sort
of
station
by
making
a
peg
of
it
on
which
to
air
the
miserably
ragged
old
fiction
of
the
family
gentility
.
Her
sister
asserted
the
family
gentility
by
flouting
the
poor
swain
as
he
loitered
about
the
prison
for
glimpses
of
his
dear
.
Tip
asserted
the
family
gentility
,
and
his
own
,
by
coming
out
in
the
character
of
the
aristocratic
brother
,
and
loftily
swaggering
in
the
little
skittle
ground
respecting
seizures
by
the
scruff
of
the
neck
,
which
there
were
looming
probabilities
of
some
gentleman
unknown
executing
on
some
little
puppy
not
mentioned
.
These
were
not
the
only
members
of
the
Dorrit
family
who
turned
it
to
account
.
No
,
no
.
The
Father
of
the
Marshalsea
was
supposed
to
know
nothing
about
the
matter
,
of
course
:
his
poor
dignity
could
not
see
so
low
.
But
he
took
the
cigars
,
on
Sundays
,
and
was
glad
to
get
them
;
and
sometimes
even
condescended
to
walk
up
and
down
the
yard
with
the
donor
(
who
was
proud
and
hopeful
then
)
,
and
benignantly
to
smoke
one
in
his
society
.
With
no
less
readiness
and
condescension
did
he
receive
attentions
from
Chivery
Senior
,
who
always
relinquished
his
arm
-
chair
and
newspaper
to
him
,
when
he
came
into
the
Lodge
during
one
of
his
spells
of
duty
;
and
who
had
even
mentioned
to
him
,
that
,
if
he
would
like
at
any
time
after
dusk
quietly
to
step
out
into
the
fore
-
court
and
take
a
look
at
the
street
,
there
was
not
much
to
prevent
him
.
If
he
did
not
avail
himself
of
this
latter
civility
,
it
was
only
because
he
had
lost
the
relish
for
it
;
inasmuch
as
he
took
everything
else
he
could
get
,
and
would
say
at
times
,
‘
Extremely
civil
person
,
Chivery
;
very
attentive
man
and
very
respectful
.
Young
Chivery
,
too
;
really
almost
with
a
delicate
perception
of
one
’
s
position
here
.
A
very
well
conducted
family
indeed
,
the
Chiveries
.
Their
behaviour
gratifies
me
.
’
The
devoted
Young
John
all
this
time
regarded
the
family
with
reverence
.
He
never
dreamed
of
disputing
their
pretensions
,
but
did
homage
to
the
miserable
Mumbo
jumbo
they
paraded
.
As
to
resenting
any
affront
from
her
brother
,
he
would
have
felt
,
even
if
he
had
not
naturally
been
of
a
most
pacific
disposition
,
that
to
wag
his
tongue
or
lift
his
hand
against
that
sacred
gentleman
would
be
an
unhallowed
act
.
He
was
sorry
that
his
noble
mind
should
take
offence
;
still
,
he
felt
the
fact
to
be
not
incompatible
with
its
nobility
,
and
sought
to
propitiate
and
conciliate
that
gallant
soul
.
Her
father
,
a
gentleman
in
misfortune
—
a
gentleman
of
a
fine
spirit
and
courtly
manners
,
who
always
bore
with
him
—
he
deeply
honoured
.
Her
sister
he
considered
somewhat
vain
and
proud
,
but
a
young
lady
of
infinite
accomplishments
,
who
could
not
forget
the
past
.
It
was
an
instinctive
testimony
to
Little
Dorrit
’
s
worth
and
difference
from
all
the
rest
,
that
the
poor
young
fellow
honoured
and
loved
her
for
being
simply
what
she
was
.
The
tobacco
business
round
the
corner
of
Horsemonger
Lane
was
carried
out
in
a
rural
establishment
one
story
high
,
which
had
the
benefit
of
the
air
from
the
yards
of
Horsemonger
Lane
jail
,
and
the
advantage
of
a
retired
walk
under
the
wall
of
that
pleasant
establishment
.
The
business
was
of
too
modest
a
character
to
support
a
life
-
size
Highlander
,
but
it
maintained
a
little
one
on
a
bracket
on
the
door
-
post
,
who
looked
like
a
fallen
Cherub
that
had
found
it
necessary
to
take
to
a
kilt
.
