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In
the
threefold
capacity
,
of
the
gentleman
from
outside
who
had
been
accidentally
locked
in
on
the
night
of
his
first
appearance
,
of
the
gentleman
from
outside
who
had
inquired
into
the
affairs
of
the
Father
of
the
Marshalsea
with
the
stupendous
idea
of
getting
him
out
,
and
of
the
gentleman
from
outside
who
took
an
interest
in
the
child
of
the
Marshalsea
,
Clennam
soon
became
a
visitor
of
mark
.
He
was
not
surprised
by
the
attentions
he
received
from
Mr
Chivery
when
that
officer
was
on
the
lock
,
for
he
made
little
distinction
between
Mr
Chivery
’
s
politeness
and
that
of
the
other
turnkeys
.
It
was
on
one
particular
afternoon
that
Mr
Chivery
surprised
him
all
at
once
,
and
stood
forth
from
his
companions
in
bold
relief
.
Mr
Chivery
,
by
some
artful
exercise
of
his
power
of
clearing
the
Lodge
,
had
contrived
to
rid
it
of
all
sauntering
Collegians
;
so
that
Clennam
,
coming
out
of
the
prison
,
should
find
him
on
duty
alone
.
‘
(
Private
)
I
ask
your
pardon
,
sir
,
’
said
Mr
Chivery
in
a
secret
manner
;
‘
but
which
way
might
you
be
going
?
’
‘
I
am
going
over
the
Bridge
.
’
He
saw
in
Mr
Chivery
,
with
some
astonishment
,
quite
an
Allegory
of
Silence
,
as
he
stood
with
his
key
on
his
lips
.
‘
(
Private
)
I
ask
your
pardon
again
,
’
said
Mr
Chivery
,
‘
but
could
you
go
round
by
Horsemonger
Lane
?
Could
you
by
any
means
find
time
to
look
in
at
that
address
?
’
handing
him
a
little
card
,
printed
for
circulation
among
the
connection
of
Chivery
and
Co
.
,
Tobacconists
,
Importers
of
pure
Havannah
Cigars
,
Bengal
Cheroots
,
and
fine
-
flavoured
Cubas
,
Dealers
in
Fancy
Snuffs
,
&
c
.
&
c
.
‘
(
Private
)
It
an
’
t
tobacco
business
,
’
said
Mr
Chivery
.
‘
The
truth
is
,
it
’
s
my
wife
.
She
’
s
wishful
to
say
a
word
to
you
,
sir
,
upon
a
point
respecting
—
yes
,
’
said
Mr
Chivery
,
answering
Clennam
’
s
look
of
apprehension
with
a
nod
,
‘
respecting
her
.
’
‘
I
will
make
a
point
of
seeing
your
wife
directly
.
’
‘
Thank
you
,
sir
.
Much
obliged
.
It
an
’
t
above
ten
minutes
out
of
your
way
.
Please
to
ask
for
Mrs
Chivery
!
’
These
instructions
,
Mr
Chivery
,
who
had
already
let
him
out
,
cautiously
called
through
a
little
slide
in
the
outer
door
,
which
he
could
draw
back
from
within
for
the
inspection
of
visitors
when
it
pleased
him
.
Arthur
Clennam
,
with
the
card
in
his
hand
,
betook
himself
to
the
address
set
forth
upon
it
,
and
speedily
arrived
there
.
It
was
a
very
small
establishment
,
wherein
a
decent
woman
sat
behind
the
counter
working
at
her
needle
.
Little
jars
of
tobacco
,
little
boxes
of
cigars
,
a
little
assortment
of
pipes
,
a
little
jar
or
two
of
snuff
,
and
a
little
instrument
like
a
shoeing
horn
for
serving
it
out
,
composed
the
retail
stock
in
trade
.
