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The
brother
only
sighed
again
,
as
he
plodded
dreamily
along
,
‘
Hah
!
Yes
,
yes
,
yes
,
yes
.
’
‘
My
dear
fellow
,
’
said
the
Father
of
the
Marshalsea
,
laying
his
hand
upon
his
shoulder
,
and
mildly
rallying
him
—
mildly
,
because
of
his
weakness
,
poor
dear
soul
;
‘
you
said
that
before
,
and
it
does
not
express
much
,
Frederick
,
even
if
it
means
much
.
I
wish
I
could
rouse
you
,
my
good
Frederick
;
you
want
to
be
roused
.
’
‘
Yes
,
William
,
yes
.
No
doubt
,
’
returned
the
other
,
lifting
his
dim
eyes
to
his
face
.
‘
But
I
am
not
like
you
.
’
The
Father
of
the
Marshalsea
said
,
with
a
shrug
of
modest
self
-
depreciation
,
‘
Oh
!
You
might
be
like
me
,
my
dear
Frederick
;
you
might
be
,
if
you
chose
!
’
and
forbore
,
in
the
magnanimity
of
his
strength
,
to
press
his
fallen
brother
further
.
There
was
a
great
deal
of
leave
-
taking
going
on
in
corners
,
as
was
usual
on
Sunday
nights
;
and
here
and
there
in
the
dark
,
some
poor
woman
,
wife
or
mother
,
was
weeping
with
a
new
Collegian
.
The
time
had
been
when
the
Father
himself
had
wept
,
in
the
shades
of
that
yard
,
as
his
own
poor
wife
had
wept
.
But
it
was
many
years
ago
;
and
now
he
was
like
a
passenger
aboard
ship
in
a
long
voyage
,
who
has
recovered
from
sea
-
sickness
,
and
is
impatient
of
that
weakness
in
the
fresher
passengers
taken
aboard
at
the
last
port
.
He
was
inclined
to
remonstrate
,
and
to
express
his
opinion
that
people
who
couldn
’
t
get
on
without
crying
,
had
no
business
there
.
In
manner
,
if
not
in
words
,
he
always
testified
his
displeasure
at
these
interruptions
of
the
general
harmony
;
and
it
was
so
well
understood
,
that
delinquents
usually
withdrew
if
they
were
aware
of
him
.
On
this
Sunday
evening
,
he
accompanied
his
brother
to
the
gate
with
an
air
of
endurance
and
clemency
;
being
in
a
bland
temper
and
graciously
disposed
to
overlook
the
tears
.
In
the
flaring
gaslight
of
the
Lodge
,
several
Collegians
were
basking
;
some
taking
leave
of
visitors
,
and
some
who
had
no
visitors
,
watching
the
frequent
turning
of
the
key
,
and
conversing
with
one
another
and
with
Mr
Chivery
.
The
paternal
entrance
made
a
sensation
of
course
;
and
Mr
Chivery
,
touching
his
hat
(
in
a
short
manner
though
)
with
his
key
,
hoped
he
found
himself
tolerable
.
‘
Thank
you
,
Chivery
,
quite
well
.
And
you
?
’
Mr
Chivery
said
in
a
low
growl
,
‘
Oh
!
he
was
all
right
.
’
Which
was
his
general
way
of
acknowledging
inquiries
after
his
health
when
a
little
sullen
.
‘
I
had
a
visit
from
Young
John
to
-
day
,
Chivery
.
And
very
smart
he
looked
,
I
assure
you
.
’
