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‘
I
thank
you
,
’
said
the
other
,
‘
very
heartily
for
your
confidence
.
’
‘
Don
’
t
mention
it
,
’
returned
Mr
Meagles
,
‘
I
am
sure
you
are
quite
welcome
.
And
now
,
Mr
Clennam
,
perhaps
I
may
ask
you
whether
you
have
yet
come
to
a
decision
where
to
go
next
?
’
‘
Indeed
,
no
.
I
am
such
a
waif
and
stray
everywhere
,
that
I
am
liable
to
be
drifted
where
any
current
may
set
.
’
‘
It
’
s
extraordinary
to
me
—
if
you
’
ll
excuse
my
freedom
in
saying
so
—
that
you
don
’
t
go
straight
to
London
,
’
said
Mr
Meagles
,
in
the
tone
of
a
confidential
adviser
.
‘
Perhaps
I
shall
.
’
‘
Ay
!
But
I
mean
with
a
will
.
’
‘
I
have
no
will
.
That
is
to
say
,
’
—
he
coloured
a
little
,
—
‘
next
to
none
that
I
can
put
in
action
now
.
Trained
by
main
force
;
broken
,
not
bent
;
heavily
ironed
with
an
object
on
which
I
was
never
consulted
and
which
was
never
mine
;
shipped
away
to
the
other
end
of
the
world
before
I
was
of
age
,
and
exiled
there
until
my
father
’
s
death
there
,
a
year
ago
;
always
grinding
in
a
mill
I
always
hated
;
what
is
to
be
expected
from
me
in
middle
life
?
Will
,
purpose
,
hope
?
All
those
lights
were
extinguished
before
I
could
sound
the
words
.
’
‘
Light
‘
em
up
again
!
’
said
Mr
Meagles
.
‘
Ah
!
Easily
said
.
I
am
the
son
,
Mr
Meagles
,
of
a
hard
father
and
mother
.
I
am
the
only
child
of
parents
who
weighed
,
measured
,
and
priced
everything
;
for
whom
what
could
not
be
weighed
,
measured
,
and
priced
,
had
no
existence
.
Strict
people
as
the
phrase
is
,
professors
of
a
stern
religion
,
their
very
religion
was
a
gloomy
sacrifice
of
tastes
and
sympathies
that
were
never
their
own
,
offered
up
as
a
part
of
a
bargain
for
the
security
of
their
possessions
.
Austere
faces
,
inexorable
discipline
,
penance
in
this
world
and
terror
in
the
next
—
nothing
graceful
or
gentle
anywhere
,
and
the
void
in
my
cowed
heart
everywhere
—
this
was
my
childhood
,
if
I
may
so
misuse
the
word
as
to
apply
it
to
such
a
beginning
of
life
.
’
