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They
walked
on
with
him
until
they
came
to
a
dirty
shop
window
in
a
dirty
street
,
which
was
made
almost
opaque
by
the
steam
of
hot
meats
,
vegetables
,
and
puddings
.
But
glimpses
were
to
be
caught
of
a
roast
leg
of
pork
bursting
into
tears
of
sage
and
onion
in
a
metal
reservoir
full
of
gravy
,
of
an
unctuous
piece
of
roast
beef
and
blisterous
Yorkshire
pudding
,
bubbling
hot
in
a
similar
receptacle
,
of
a
stuffed
fillet
of
veal
in
rapid
cut
,
of
a
ham
in
a
perspiration
with
the
pace
it
was
going
at
,
of
a
shallow
tank
of
baked
potatoes
glued
together
by
their
own
richness
,
of
a
truss
or
two
of
boiled
greens
,
and
other
substantial
delicacies
.
Within
,
were
a
few
wooden
partitions
,
behind
which
such
customers
as
found
it
more
convenient
to
take
away
their
dinners
in
stomachs
than
in
their
hands
,
Packed
their
purchases
in
solitude
.
Fanny
opening
her
reticule
,
as
they
surveyed
these
things
,
produced
from
that
repository
a
shilling
and
handed
it
to
Uncle
.
Uncle
,
after
not
looking
at
it
a
little
while
,
divined
its
object
,
and
muttering
‘
Dinner
?
Ha
!
Yes
,
yes
,
yes
!
’
slowly
vanished
from
them
into
the
mist
.
‘
Now
,
Amy
,
’
said
her
sister
,
‘
come
with
me
,
if
you
are
not
too
tired
to
walk
to
Harley
Street
,
Cavendish
Square
.
’
The
air
with
which
she
threw
off
this
distinguished
address
and
the
toss
she
gave
to
her
new
bonnet
(
which
was
more
gauzy
than
serviceable
)
,
made
her
sister
wonder
;
however
,
she
expressed
her
readiness
to
go
to
Harley
Street
,
and
thither
they
directed
their
steps
.
Arrived
at
that
grand
destination
,
Fanny
singled
out
the
handsomest
house
,
and
knocking
at
the
door
,
inquired
for
Mrs
Merdle
.
The
footman
who
opened
the
door
,
although
he
had
powder
on
his
head
and
was
backed
up
by
two
other
footmen
likewise
powdered
,
not
only
admitted
Mrs
Merdle
to
be
at
home
,
but
asked
Fanny
to
walk
in
.
Fanny
walked
in
,
taking
her
sister
with
her
;
and
they
went
up
-
stairs
with
powder
going
before
and
powder
stopping
behind
,
and
were
left
in
a
spacious
semicircular
drawing
-
room
,
one
of
several
drawing
-
rooms
,
where
there
was
a
parrot
on
the
outside
of
a
golden
cage
holding
on
by
its
beak
,
with
its
scaly
legs
in
the
air
,
and
putting
itself
into
many
strange
upside
-
down
postures
.
This
peculiarity
has
been
observed
in
birds
of
quite
another
feather
,
climbing
upon
golden
wires
.
The
room
was
far
more
splendid
than
anything
Little
Dorrit
had
ever
imagined
,
and
would
have
been
splendid
and
costly
in
any
eyes
.
She
looked
in
amazement
at
her
sister
and
would
have
asked
a
question
,
but
that
Fanny
with
a
warning
frown
pointed
to
a
curtained
doorway
of
communication
with
another
room
.
The
curtain
shook
next
moment
,
and
a
lady
,
raising
it
with
a
heavily
ringed
hand
,
dropped
it
behind
her
again
as
she
entered
.
The
lady
was
not
young
and
fresh
from
the
hand
of
Nature
,
but
was
young
and
fresh
from
the
hand
of
her
maid
.
She
had
large
unfeeling
handsome
eyes
,
and
dark
unfeeling
handsome
hair
,
and
a
broad
unfeeling
handsome
bosom
,
and
was
made
the
most
of
in
every
particular
.
Either
because
she
had
a
cold
,
or
because
it
suited
her
face
,
she
wore
a
rich
white
fillet
tied
over
her
head
and
under
her
chin
.
And
if
ever
there
were
an
unfeeling
handsome
chin
that
looked
as
if
,
for
certain
,
it
had
never
been
,
in
familiar
parlance
,
‘
chucked
’
by
the
hand
of
man
,
it
was
the
chin
curbed
up
so
tight
and
close
by
that
laced
bridle
.
‘
Mrs
Merdle
,
’
said
Fanny
.
‘
My
sister
,
ma
’
am
.
’
‘
I
am
glad
to
see
your
sister
,
Miss
Dorrit
.
I
did
not
remember
that
you
had
a
sister
.
’
‘
I
did
not
mention
that
I
had
,
’
said
Fanny
.
