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These
equipages
adorned
the
yard
of
the
hotel
at
Martigny
,
on
the
return
of
the
family
from
their
mountain
excursion
.
Other
vehicles
were
there
,
much
company
being
on
the
road
,
from
the
patched
Italian
Vettura
—
like
the
body
of
a
swing
from
an
English
fair
put
upon
a
wooden
tray
on
wheels
,
and
having
another
wooden
tray
without
wheels
put
atop
of
it
—
to
the
trim
English
carriage
.
But
there
was
another
adornment
of
the
hotel
which
Mr
Dorrit
had
not
bargained
for
.
Two
strange
travellers
embellished
one
of
his
rooms
.
The
Innkeeper
,
hat
in
hand
in
the
yard
,
swore
to
the
courier
that
he
was
blighted
,
that
he
was
desolated
,
that
he
was
profoundly
afflicted
,
that
he
was
the
most
miserable
and
unfortunate
of
beasts
,
that
he
had
the
head
of
a
wooden
pig
.
He
ought
never
to
have
made
the
concession
,
he
said
,
but
the
very
genteel
lady
had
so
passionately
prayed
him
for
the
accommodation
of
that
room
to
dine
in
,
only
for
a
little
half
-
hour
,
that
he
had
been
vanquished
.
The
little
half
-
hour
was
expired
,
the
lady
and
gentleman
were
taking
their
little
dessert
and
half
-
cup
of
coffee
,
the
note
was
paid
,
the
horses
were
ordered
,
they
would
depart
immediately
;
but
,
owing
to
an
unhappy
destiny
and
the
curse
of
Heaven
,
they
were
not
yet
gone
.
Nothing
could
exceed
Mr
Dorrit
’
s
indignation
,
as
he
turned
at
the
foot
of
the
staircase
on
hearing
these
apologies
.
He
felt
that
the
family
dignity
was
struck
at
by
an
assassin
’
s
hand
.
He
had
a
sense
of
his
dignity
,
which
was
of
the
most
exquisite
nature
.
He
could
detect
a
design
upon
it
when
nobody
else
had
any
perception
of
the
fact
.
His
life
was
made
an
agony
by
the
number
of
fine
scalpels
that
he
felt
to
be
incessantly
engaged
in
dissecting
his
dignity
.
‘
Is
it
possible
,
sir
,
’
said
Mr
Dorrit
,
reddening
excessively
,
‘
that
you
have
—
ha
—
had
the
audacity
to
place
one
of
my
rooms
at
the
disposition
of
any
other
person
?
’
Thousands
of
pardons
!
It
was
the
host
’
s
profound
misfortune
to
have
been
overcome
by
that
too
genteel
lady
.
He
besought
Monseigneur
not
to
enrage
himself
.
He
threw
himself
on
Monseigneur
for
clemency
.
If
Monseigneur
would
have
the
distinguished
goodness
to
occupy
the
other
salon
especially
reserved
for
him
,
for
but
five
minutes
,
all
would
go
well
.
‘
No
,
sir
,
’
said
Mr
Dorrit
.
‘
I
will
not
occupy
any
salon
.
I
will
leave
your
house
without
eating
or
drinking
,
or
setting
foot
in
it
.
How
do
you
dare
to
act
like
this
?
Who
am
I
that
you
—
ha
—
separate
me
from
other
gentlemen
?
’
Alas
!
The
host
called
all
the
universe
to
witness
that
Monseigneur
was
the
most
amiable
of
the
whole
body
of
nobility
,
the
most
important
,
the
most
estimable
,
the
most
honoured
.
If
he
separated
Monseigneur
from
others
,
it
was
only
because
he
was
more
distinguished
,
more
cherished
,
more
generous
,
more
renowned
.
‘
Don
’
t
tell
me
so
,
sir
,
’
returned
Mr
Dorrit
,
in
a
mighty
heat
.
‘
You
have
affronted
me
.
You
have
heaped
insults
upon
me
.
How
dare
you
?
Explain
yourself
.
’
