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Some
dark
specks
in
the
snow
,
like
knots
upon
a
little
thread
,
beginning
at
the
convent
door
and
winding
away
down
the
descent
in
broken
lengths
which
were
not
yet
pieced
together
,
showed
where
the
Brethren
were
at
work
in
several
places
clearing
the
track
.
Already
the
snow
had
begun
to
be
foot
-
thawed
again
about
the
door
.
Mules
were
busily
brought
out
,
tied
to
the
rings
in
the
wall
,
and
laden
;
strings
of
bells
were
buckled
on
,
burdens
were
adjusted
,
the
voices
of
drivers
and
riders
sounded
musically
.
Some
of
the
earliest
had
even
already
resumed
their
journey
;
and
,
both
on
the
level
summit
by
the
dark
water
near
the
convent
,
and
on
the
downward
way
of
yesterday
’
s
ascent
,
little
moving
figures
of
men
and
mules
,
reduced
to
miniatures
by
the
immensity
around
,
went
with
a
clear
tinkling
of
bells
and
a
pleasant
harmony
of
tongues
.
In
the
supper
-
room
of
last
night
,
a
new
fire
,
piled
upon
the
feathery
ashes
of
the
old
one
,
shone
upon
a
homely
breakfast
of
loaves
,
butter
,
and
milk
.
It
also
shone
on
the
courier
of
the
Dorrit
family
,
making
tea
for
his
party
from
a
supply
he
had
brought
up
with
him
,
together
with
several
other
small
stores
which
were
chiefly
laid
in
for
the
use
of
the
strong
body
of
inconvenience
.
Mr
Gowan
and
Blandois
of
Paris
had
already
breakfasted
,
and
were
walking
up
and
down
by
the
lake
,
smoking
their
cigars
.
‘
Gowan
,
eh
?
’
muttered
Tip
,
otherwise
Edward
Dorrit
,
Esquire
,
turning
over
the
leaves
of
the
book
,
when
the
courier
had
left
them
to
breakfast
.
‘
Then
Gowan
is
the
name
of
a
puppy
,
that
’
s
all
I
have
got
to
say
!
If
it
was
worth
my
while
,
I
’
d
pull
his
nose
.
But
it
isn
’
t
worth
my
while
—
fortunately
for
him
.
How
’
s
his
wife
,
Amy
?
I
suppose
you
know
.
You
generally
know
things
of
that
sort
.
’
‘
She
is
better
,
Edward
.
But
they
are
not
going
to
-
day
.
’
‘
Oh
!
They
are
not
going
to
-
day
!
Fortunately
for
that
fellow
too
,
’
said
Tip
,
‘
or
he
and
I
might
have
come
into
collision
.
’
‘
It
is
thought
better
here
that
she
should
lie
quiet
to
-
day
,
and
not
be
fatigued
and
shaken
by
the
ride
down
until
to
-
morrow
.
’
‘
With
all
my
heart
.
But
you
talk
as
if
you
had
been
nursing
her
.
You
haven
’
t
been
relapsing
into
(
Mrs
General
is
not
here
)
into
old
habits
,
have
you
,
Amy
?
’
He
asked
her
the
question
with
a
sly
glance
of
observation
at
Miss
Fanny
,
and
at
his
father
too
.
‘
I
have
only
been
in
to
ask
her
if
I
could
do
anything
for
her
,
Tip
,
’
said
Little
Dorrit
.
