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The
spotted
dogs
who
went
out
with
the
carriages
,
and
who
were
so
associated
with
splendid
equipages
that
it
looked
like
a
condescension
in
those
animals
to
come
out
without
them
,
accompanied
helpers
to
and
fro
on
messages
.
Here
and
there
was
a
retiring
public
-
house
which
did
not
require
to
be
supported
on
the
shoulders
of
the
people
,
and
where
gentlemen
out
of
livery
were
not
much
wanted
.
This
last
discovery
was
made
by
the
two
friends
in
pursuing
their
inquiries
.
Nothing
was
there
,
or
anywhere
,
known
of
such
a
person
as
Miss
Wade
,
in
connection
with
the
street
they
sought
.
It
was
one
of
the
parasite
streets
;
long
,
regular
,
narrow
,
dull
and
gloomy
;
like
a
brick
and
mortar
funeral
.
They
inquired
at
several
little
area
gates
,
where
a
dejected
youth
stood
spiking
his
chin
on
the
summit
of
a
precipitous
little
shoot
of
wooden
steps
,
but
could
gain
no
information
.
They
walked
up
the
street
on
one
side
of
the
way
,
and
down
it
on
the
other
,
what
time
two
vociferous
news
-
sellers
,
announcing
an
extraordinary
event
that
had
never
happened
and
never
would
happen
,
pitched
their
hoarse
voices
into
the
secret
chambers
;
but
nothing
came
of
it
.
At
length
they
stood
at
the
corner
from
which
they
had
begun
,
and
it
had
fallen
quite
dark
,
and
they
were
no
wiser
.
It
happened
that
in
the
street
they
had
several
times
passed
a
dingy
house
,
apparently
empty
,
with
bills
in
the
windows
,
announcing
that
it
was
to
let
.
The
bills
,
as
a
variety
in
the
funeral
procession
,
almost
amounted
to
a
decoration
.
Perhaps
because
they
kept
the
house
separated
in
his
mind
,
or
perhaps
because
Mr
Meagles
and
himself
had
twice
agreed
in
passing
,
‘
It
is
clear
she
don
’
t
live
there
,
’
Clennam
now
proposed
that
they
should
go
back
and
try
that
house
before
finally
going
away
.
Mr
Meagles
agreed
,
and
back
they
went
.
They
knocked
once
,
and
they
rang
once
,
without
any
response
.
‘
Empty
,
’
said
Mr
Meagles
,
listening
.
‘
Once
more
,
’
said
Clennam
,
and
knocked
again
.
After
that
knock
they
heard
a
movement
below
,
and
somebody
shuffling
up
towards
the
door
.
The
confined
entrance
was
so
dark
that
it
was
impossible
to
make
out
distinctly
what
kind
of
person
opened
the
door
;
but
it
appeared
to
be
an
old
woman
.
‘
Excuse
our
troubling
you
,
’
said
Clennam
.
‘
Pray
can
you
tell
us
where
Miss
Wade
lives
?
’
The
voice
in
the
darkness
unexpectedly
replied
,
‘
Lives
here
.
’
‘
Is
she
at
home
?
’
No
answer
coming
,
Mr
Meagles
asked
again
.
‘
Pray
is
she
at
home
?
’
After
another
delay
,
‘
I
suppose
she
is
,
’
said
the
voice
abruptly
;
‘
you
had
better
come
in
,
and
I
’
ll
ask
.
’
They
were
summarily
shut
into
the
close
black
house
;
and
the
figure
rustling
away
,
and
speaking
from
a
higher
level
,
said
,
‘
Come
up
,
if
you
please
;
you
can
’
t
tumble
over
anything
.
’
They
groped
their
way
up
-
stairs
towards
a
faint
light
,
which
proved
to
be
the
light
of
the
street
shining
through
a
window
;
and
the
figure
left
them
shut
in
an
airless
room
.
