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As
he
kissed
his
hand
,
with
his
best
manner
and
his
daintiest
smile
,
the
young
lady
drew
a
little
nearer
to
her
father
,
and
passed
him
with
a
dread
of
touching
him
.
‘
Humph
!
’
said
the
insinuating
traveller
,
whose
manner
shrunk
,
and
whose
voice
dropped
when
he
was
left
alone
.
‘
If
they
all
go
to
bed
,
why
I
must
go
.
They
are
in
a
devil
of
a
hurry
.
One
would
think
the
night
would
be
long
enough
,
in
this
freezing
silence
and
solitude
,
if
one
went
to
bed
two
hours
hence
.
’
Throwing
back
his
head
in
emptying
his
glass
,
he
cast
his
eyes
upon
the
travellers
’
book
,
which
lay
on
the
piano
,
open
,
with
pens
and
ink
beside
it
,
as
if
the
night
’
s
names
had
been
registered
when
he
was
absent
.
Taking
it
in
his
hand
,
he
read
these
entries
.
William
Dorrit
,
Esquire
Frederick
Dorrit
,
Esquire
Edward
Dorrit
,
Esquire
Miss
Dorrit
Miss
Amy
Dorrit
Mrs
General
and
Suite
.
