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‘
Really
though
?
’
said
Mr
Meagles
,
made
very
uncomfortable
by
the
picture
offered
to
his
imagination
.
‘
That
was
a
tough
commencement
.
But
come
!
You
must
now
study
,
and
profit
by
,
all
that
lies
beyond
it
,
like
a
practical
man
.
’
‘
If
the
people
who
are
usually
called
practical
,
were
practical
in
your
direction
—
’
‘
Why
,
so
they
are
!
’
said
Mr
Meagles
.
‘
Are
they
indeed
?
’
‘
Well
,
I
suppose
so
,
’
returned
Mr
Meagles
,
thinking
about
it
.
‘
Eh
?
One
can
but
be
practical
,
and
Mrs
Meagles
and
myself
are
nothing
else
.
’
‘
My
unknown
course
is
easier
and
more
helpful
than
I
had
expected
to
find
it
,
then
,
’
said
Clennam
,
shaking
his
head
with
his
grave
smile
.
‘
Enough
of
me
.
Here
is
the
boat
.
’
The
boat
was
filled
with
the
cocked
hats
to
which
Mr
Meagles
entertained
a
national
objection
;
and
the
wearers
of
those
cocked
hats
landed
and
came
up
the
steps
,
and
all
the
impounded
travellers
congregated
together
.
There
was
then
a
mighty
production
of
papers
on
the
part
of
the
cocked
hats
,
and
a
calling
over
of
names
,
and
great
work
of
signing
,
sealing
,
stamping
,
inking
,
and
sanding
,
with
exceedingly
blurred
,
gritty
,
and
undecipherable
results
.
Finally
,
everything
was
done
according
to
rule
,
and
the
travellers
were
at
liberty
to
depart
whithersoever
they
would
.
They
made
little
account
of
stare
and
glare
,
in
the
new
pleasure
of
recovering
their
freedom
,
but
flitted
across
the
harbour
in
gay
boats
,
and
reassembled
at
a
great
hotel
,
whence
the
sun
was
excluded
by
closed
lattices
,
and
where
bare
paved
floors
,
lofty
ceilings
,
and
resounding
corridors
tempered
the
intense
heat
.
There
,
a
great
table
in
a
great
room
was
soon
profusely
covered
with
a
superb
repast
;
and
the
quarantine
quarters
became
bare
indeed
,
remembered
among
dainty
dishes
,
southern
fruits
,
cooled
wines
,
flowers
from
Genoa
,
snow
from
the
mountain
tops
,
and
all
the
colours
of
the
rainbow
flashing
in
the
mirrors
.
‘
But
I
bear
those
monotonous
walls
no
ill
-
will
now
,
’
said
Mr
Meagles
.
‘
One
always
begins
to
forgive
a
place
as
soon
as
it
’
s
left
behind
;
I
dare
say
a
prisoner
begins
to
relent
towards
his
prison
,
after
he
is
let
out
.
’
