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And
so
he
left
her
:
first
observing
that
she
sat
down
on
the
corner
of
a
seat
,
and
not
only
rested
her
little
hand
upon
the
rough
wall
,
but
laid
her
face
against
it
too
,
as
if
her
head
were
heavy
,
and
her
mind
were
sad
.
It
was
an
affecting
illustration
of
the
fallacy
of
human
projects
,
to
behold
her
lover
,
with
the
great
hat
pulled
over
his
eyes
,
the
velvet
collar
turned
up
as
if
it
rained
,
the
plum
-
coloured
coat
buttoned
to
conceal
the
silken
waistcoat
of
golden
sprigs
,
and
the
little
direction
-
post
pointing
inexorably
home
,
creeping
along
by
the
worst
back
-
streets
,
and
composing
,
as
he
went
,
the
following
new
inscription
for
a
tombstone
in
St
George
’
s
Churchyard
:
‘
Here
lie
the
mortal
remains
Of
JOHN
CHIVERY
,
Never
anything
worth
mentioning
,
Who
died
about
the
end
of
the
year
one
thousand
eight
hundred
and
twenty
-
six
,
Of
a
broken
heart
,
Requesting
with
his
last
breath
that
the
word
AMY
might
be
inscribed
over
his
ashes
,
which
was
accordingly
directed
to
be
done
,
By
his
afflicted
Parents
.
’
The
brothers
William
and
Frederick
Dorrit
,
walking
up
and
down
the
College
-
yard
—
of
course
on
the
aristocratic
or
Pump
side
,
for
the
Father
made
it
a
point
of
his
state
to
be
chary
of
going
among
his
children
on
the
Poor
side
,
except
on
Sunday
mornings
,
Christmas
Days
,
and
other
occasions
of
ceremony
,
in
the
observance
whereof
he
was
very
punctual
,
and
at
which
times
he
laid
his
hand
upon
the
heads
of
their
infants
,
and
blessed
those
young
insolvents
with
a
benignity
that
was
highly
edifying
—
the
brothers
,
walking
up
and
down
the
College
-
yard
together
,
were
a
memorable
sight
.
Frederick
the
free
,
was
so
humbled
,
bowed
,
withered
,
and
faded
;
William
the
bond
,
was
so
courtly
,
condescending
,
and
benevolently
conscious
of
a
position
;
that
in
this
regard
only
,
if
in
no
other
,
the
brothers
were
a
spectacle
to
wonder
at
.
They
walked
up
and
down
the
yard
on
the
evening
of
Little
Dorrit
’
s
Sunday
interview
with
her
lover
on
the
Iron
Bridge
.
The
cares
of
state
were
over
for
that
day
,
the
Drawing
Room
had
been
well
attended
,
several
new
presentations
had
taken
place
,
the
three
-
and
-
sixpence
accidentally
left
on
the
table
had
accidentally
increased
to
twelve
shillings
,
and
the
Father
of
the
Marshalsea
refreshed
himself
with
a
whiff
of
cigar
.
As
he
walked
up
and
down
,
affably
accommodating
his
step
to
the
shuffle
of
his
brother
,
not
proud
in
his
superiority
,
but
considerate
of
that
poor
creature
,
bearing
with
him
,
and
breathing
toleration
of
his
infirmities
in
every
little
puff
of
smoke
that
issued
from
his
lips
and
aspired
to
get
over
the
spiked
wall
,
he
was
a
sight
to
wonder
at
.
His
brother
Frederick
of
the
dim
eye
,
palsied
hand
,
bent
form
,
and
groping
mind
,
submissively
shuffled
at
his
side
,
accepting
his
patronage
as
he
accepted
every
incident
of
the
labyrinthian
world
in
which
he
had
got
lost
.
He
held
the
usual
screwed
bit
of
whitey
-
brown
paper
in
his
hand
,
from
which
he
ever
and
again
unscrewed
a
spare
pinch
of
snuff
.
That
falteringly
taken
,
he
would
glance
at
his
brother
not
unadmiringly
,
put
his
hands
behind
him
,
and
shuffle
on
so
at
his
side
until
he
took
another
pinch
,
or
stood
still
to
look
about
him
—
perchance
suddenly
missing
his
clarionet
.
The
College
visitors
were
melting
away
as
the
shades
of
night
drew
on
,
but
the
yard
was
still
pretty
full
,
the
Collegians
being
mostly
out
,
seeing
their
friends
to
the
Lodge
.
As
the
brothers
paced
the
yard
,
William
the
bond
looked
about
him
to
receive
salutes
,
returned
them
by
graciously
lifting
off
his
hat
,
and
,
with
an
engaging
air
,
prevented
Frederick
the
free
from
running
against
the
company
,
or
being
jostled
against
the
wall
.
The
Collegians
as
a
body
were
not
easily
impressible
,
but
even
they
,
according
to
their
various
ways
of
wondering
,
appeared
to
find
in
the
two
brothers
a
sight
to
wonder
at
.
‘
You
are
a
little
low
this
evening
,
Frederick
,
’
said
the
Father
of
the
Marshalsea
.
‘
Anything
the
matter
?
’
‘
The
matter
?
’
He
stared
for
a
moment
,
and
then
dropped
his
head
and
eyes
again
.
‘
No
,
William
,
no
.
Nothing
is
the
matter
.
’
‘
If
you
could
be
persuaded
to
smarten
yourself
up
a
little
,
Frederick
—
’
