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Mr
Doyce
had
been
to
Twickenham
to
pass
the
day
.
Clennam
had
excused
himself
.
Mr
Doyce
was
just
come
home
.
He
put
in
his
head
at
the
door
of
Clennam
’
s
sitting
-
room
to
say
Good
night
.
‘
Come
in
,
come
in
!
’
said
Clennam
.
‘
I
saw
you
were
reading
,
’
returned
Doyce
,
as
he
entered
,
‘
and
thought
you
might
not
care
to
be
disturbed
.
’
But
for
the
notable
resolution
he
had
made
,
Clennam
really
might
not
have
known
what
he
had
been
reading
;
really
might
not
have
had
his
eyes
upon
the
book
for
an
hour
past
,
though
it
lay
open
before
him
.
He
shut
it
up
,
rather
quickly
.
‘
Are
they
well
?
’
he
asked
.
‘
Yes
,
’
said
Doyce
;
‘
they
are
well
.
They
are
all
well
.
’
Daniel
had
an
old
workmanlike
habit
of
carrying
his
pocket
-
handkerchief
in
his
hat
.
He
took
it
out
and
wiped
his
forehead
with
it
,
slowly
repeating
,
‘
They
are
all
well
.
Miss
Minnie
looking
particularly
well
,
I
thought
.
’
‘
Any
company
at
the
cottage
?
’
‘
No
,
no
company
.
’
