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Little
Dorrit
parted
from
them
at
the
door
,
and
hastened
back
to
the
Marshalsea
.
It
fell
dark
there
sooner
than
elsewhere
,
and
going
into
it
that
evening
was
like
going
into
a
deep
trench
.
The
shadow
of
the
wall
was
on
every
object
.
Not
least
upon
the
figure
in
the
old
grey
gown
and
the
black
velvet
cap
,
as
it
turned
towards
her
when
she
opened
the
door
of
the
dim
room
.
‘
Why
not
upon
me
too
!
’
thought
Little
Dorrit
,
with
the
door
yet
in
her
hand
.
‘
It
was
not
unreasonable
in
Fanny
.
’
Upon
that
establishment
of
state
,
the
Merdle
establishment
in
Harley
Street
,
Cavendish
Square
,
there
was
the
shadow
of
no
more
common
wall
than
the
fronts
of
other
establishments
of
state
on
the
opposite
side
of
the
street
.
Like
unexceptionable
Society
,
the
opposing
rows
of
houses
in
Harley
Street
were
very
grim
with
one
another
.
Indeed
,
the
mansions
and
their
inhabitants
were
so
much
alike
in
that
respect
,
that
the
people
were
often
to
be
found
drawn
up
on
opposite
sides
of
dinner
-
tables
,
in
the
shade
of
their
own
loftiness
,
staring
at
the
other
side
of
the
way
with
the
dullness
of
the
houses
.
Everybody
knows
how
like
the
street
the
two
dinner
-
rows
of
people
who
take
their
stand
by
the
street
will
be
.
The
expressionless
uniform
twenty
houses
,
all
to
be
knocked
at
and
rung
at
in
the
same
form
,
all
approachable
by
the
same
dull
steps
,
all
fended
off
by
the
same
pattern
of
railing
,
all
with
the
same
impracticable
fire
-
escapes
,
the
same
inconvenient
fixtures
in
their
heads
,
and
everything
without
exception
to
be
taken
at
a
high
valuation
—
who
has
not
dined
with
these
?
The
house
so
drearily
out
of
repair
,
the
occasional
bow
-
window
,
the
stuccoed
house
,
the
newly
-
fronted
house
,
the
corner
house
with
nothing
but
angular
rooms
,
the
house
with
the
blinds
always
down
,
the
house
with
the
hatchment
always
up
,
the
house
where
the
collector
has
called
for
one
quarter
of
an
Idea
,
and
found
nobody
at
home
—
who
has
not
dined
with
these
?
The
house
that
nobody
will
take
,
and
is
to
be
had
a
bargain
—
who
does
not
know
her
?
The
showy
house
that
was
taken
for
life
by
the
disappointed
gentleman
,
and
which
does
not
suit
him
at
all
—
who
is
unacquainted
with
that
haunted
habitation
?
Harley
Street
,
Cavendish
Square
,
was
more
than
aware
of
Mr
and
Mrs
Merdle
.
Intruders
there
were
in
Harley
Street
,
of
whom
it
was
not
aware
;
but
Mr
and
Mrs
Merdle
it
delighted
to
honour
.
Society
was
aware
of
Mr
and
Mrs
Merdle
.
Society
had
said
‘
Let
us
license
them
;
let
us
know
them
.
’
Mr
Merdle
was
immensely
rich
;
a
man
of
prodigious
enterprise
;
a
Midas
without
the
ears
,
who
turned
all
he
touched
to
gold
.
He
was
in
everything
good
,
from
banking
to
building
.
He
was
in
Parliament
,
of
course
.
He
was
in
the
City
,
necessarily
.
He
was
Chairman
of
this
,
Trustee
of
that
,
President
of
the
other
.
The
weightiest
of
men
had
said
to
projectors
,
‘
Now
,
what
name
have
you
got
?
Have
you
got
Merdle
?
’
And
,
the
reply
being
in
the
negative
,
had
said
,
‘
Then
I
won
’
t
look
at
you
.
’
This
great
and
fortunate
man
had
provided
that
extensive
bosom
which
required
so
much
room
to
be
unfeeling
enough
in
,
with
a
nest
of
crimson
and
gold
some
fifteen
years
before
.
It
was
not
a
bosom
to
repose
upon
,
but
it
was
a
capital
bosom
to
hang
jewels
upon
.
Mr
Merdle
wanted
something
to
hang
jewels
upon
,
and
he
bought
it
for
the
purpose
.
Storr
and
Mortimer
might
have
married
on
the
same
speculation
.
Like
all
his
other
speculations
,
it
was
sound
and
successful
.
The
jewels
showed
to
the
richest
advantage
.
The
bosom
moving
in
Society
with
the
jewels
displayed
upon
it
,
attracted
general
admiration
.
Society
approving
,
Mr
Merdle
was
satisfied
.
He
was
the
most
disinterested
of
men
,
—
did
everything
for
Society
,
and
got
as
little
for
himself
out
of
all
his
gain
and
care
,
as
a
man
might
.
