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Twelve
o
’
clock
having
just
struck
,
and
the
carriage
being
reported
ready
in
the
outer
court
-
yard
,
the
brothers
proceeded
down
-
stairs
arm
-
in
-
arm
.
Edward
Dorrit
,
Esquire
(
once
Tip
)
,
and
his
sister
Fanny
followed
,
also
arm
-
in
-
arm
;
Mr
Plornish
and
Maggy
,
to
whom
had
been
entrusted
the
removal
of
such
of
the
family
effects
as
were
considered
worth
removing
,
followed
,
bearing
bundles
and
burdens
to
be
packed
in
a
cart
.
In
the
yard
,
were
the
Collegians
and
turnkeys
.
In
the
yard
,
were
Mr
Pancks
and
Mr
Rugg
,
come
to
see
the
last
touch
given
to
their
work
.
In
the
yard
,
was
Young
John
making
a
new
epitaph
for
himself
,
on
the
occasion
of
his
dying
of
a
broken
heart
.
In
the
yard
,
was
the
Patriarchal
Casby
,
looking
so
tremendously
benevolent
that
many
enthusiastic
Collegians
grasped
him
fervently
by
the
hand
,
and
the
wives
and
female
relatives
of
many
more
Collegians
kissed
his
hand
,
nothing
doubting
that
he
had
done
it
all
.
In
the
yard
,
was
the
man
with
the
shadowy
grievance
respecting
the
Fund
which
the
Marshal
embezzled
,
who
had
got
up
at
five
in
the
morning
to
complete
the
copying
of
a
perfectly
unintelligible
history
of
that
transaction
,
which
he
had
committed
to
Mr
Dorrit
’
s
care
,
as
a
document
of
the
last
importance
,
calculated
to
stun
the
Government
and
effect
the
Marshal
’
s
downfall
.
In
the
yard
,
was
the
insolvent
whose
utmost
energies
were
always
set
on
getting
into
debt
,
who
broke
into
prison
with
as
much
pains
as
other
men
have
broken
out
of
it
,
and
who
was
always
being
cleared
and
complimented
;
while
the
insolvent
at
his
elbow
—
a
mere
little
,
snivelling
,
striving
tradesman
,
half
dead
of
anxious
efforts
to
keep
out
of
debt
—
found
it
a
hard
matter
,
indeed
,
to
get
a
Commissioner
to
release
him
with
much
reproof
and
reproach
.
In
the
yard
,
was
the
man
of
many
children
and
many
burdens
,
whose
failure
astonished
everybody
;
in
the
yard
,
was
the
man
of
no
children
and
large
resources
,
whose
failure
astonished
nobody
.
There
,
were
the
people
who
were
always
going
out
to
-
morrow
,
and
always
putting
it
off
;
there
,
were
the
people
who
had
come
in
yesterday
,
and
who
were
much
more
jealous
and
resentful
of
this
freak
of
fortune
than
the
seasoned
birds
.
There
,
were
some
who
,
in
pure
meanness
of
spirit
,
cringed
and
bowed
before
the
enriched
Collegian
and
his
family
;
there
,
were
others
who
did
so
really
because
their
eyes
,
accustomed
to
the
gloom
of
their
imprisonment
and
poverty
,
could
not
support
the
light
of
such
bright
sunshine
.
There
,
were
many
whose
shillings
had
gone
into
his
pocket
to
buy
him
meat
and
drink
;
but
none
who
were
now
obtrusively
Hail
fellow
well
met
!
with
him
,
on
the
strength
of
that
assistance
.
It
was
rather
to
be
remarked
of
the
caged
birds
,
that
they
were
a
little
shy
of
the
bird
about
to
be
so
grandly
free
,
and
that
they
had
a
tendency
to
withdraw
themselves
towards
the
bars
,
and
seem
a
little
fluttered
as
he
passed
.
Through
these
spectators
the
little
procession
,
headed
by
the
two
brothers
,
moved
slowly
to
the
gate
.
Mr
Dorrit
,
yielding
to
the
vast
speculation
how
the
poor
creatures
were
to
get
on
without
him
,
was
great
,
and
sad
,
but
not
absorbed
.
He
patted
children
on
the
head
like
Sir
Roger
de
Coverley
going
to
church
,
he
spoke
to
people
in
the
background
by
their
Christian
names
,
he
condescended
to
all
present
,
and
seemed
for
their
consolation
to
walk
encircled
by
the
legend
in
golden
characters
,
‘
Be
comforted
,
my
people
!
Bear
it
!
’
At
last
three
honest
cheers
announced
that
he
had
passed
the
gate
,
and
that
the
Marshalsea
was
an
orphan
.
Before
they
had
ceased
to
ring
in
the
echoes
of
the
prison
walls
,
the
family
had
got
into
their
carriage
,
and
the
attendant
had
the
steps
in
his
hand
.
Then
,
and
not
before
,
‘
Good
Gracious
!
’
cried
Miss
Fanny
all
at
once
,
‘
Where
’
s
Amy
!
’
Her
father
had
thought
she
was
with
her
sister
.
Her
sister
had
thought
she
was
‘
somewhere
or
other
.
’
They
had
all
trusted
to
finding
her
,
as
they
had
always
done
,
quietly
in
the
right
place
at
the
right
moment
.
This
going
away
was
perhaps
the
very
first
action
of
their
joint
lives
that
they
had
got
through
without
her
.
A
minute
might
have
been
consumed
in
the
ascertaining
of
these
points
,
when
Miss
Fanny
,
who
,
from
her
seat
in
the
carriage
,
commanded
the
long
narrow
passage
leading
to
the
Lodge
,
flushed
indignantly
.
‘
Now
I
do
say
,
Pa
,
’
cried
she
,
‘
that
this
is
disgraceful
!
’
