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The
Merman
with
his
light
was
ready
at
the
box
-
door
,
and
other
Mermen
with
other
lights
were
ready
at
many
of
the
doors
.
The
Dorrit
Merman
held
his
lantern
low
,
to
show
the
steps
,
and
Mr
Sparkler
put
on
another
heavy
set
of
fetters
over
his
former
set
,
as
he
watched
her
radiant
feet
twinkling
down
the
stairs
beside
him
.
Among
the
loiterers
here
,
was
Blandois
of
Paris
He
spoke
,
and
moved
forward
beside
Fanny
.
Little
Dorrit
was
in
front
with
her
brother
and
Mrs
General
(
Mr
Dorrit
had
remained
at
home
)
,
but
on
the
brink
of
the
quay
they
all
came
together
.
She
started
again
to
find
Blandois
close
to
her
,
handing
Fanny
into
the
boat
.
‘
Gowan
has
had
a
loss
,
’
he
said
,
‘
since
he
was
made
happy
to
-
day
by
a
visit
from
fair
ladies
.
’
‘
A
loss
?
’
repeated
Fanny
,
relinquished
by
the
bereaved
Sparkler
,
and
taking
her
seat
.
‘
A
loss
,
’
said
Blandois
.
‘
His
dog
Lion
.
’
Little
Dorrit
’
s
hand
was
in
his
,
as
he
spoke
.
‘
He
is
dead
,
’
said
Blandois
.
‘
Dead
?
’
echoed
Little
Dorrit
.
‘
That
noble
dog
?
’
‘
Faith
,
dear
ladies
!
’
said
Blandois
,
smiling
and
shrugging
his
shoulders
,
‘
somebody
has
poisoned
that
noble
dog
.
He
is
as
dead
as
the
Doges
!
’
