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‘
Does
Mr
Gowan
know
it
?
’
Little
Dorrit
whispered
.
‘
No
one
knows
it
.
Don
’
t
look
towards
me
;
look
towards
him
.
He
will
turn
his
face
in
a
moment
.
No
one
knows
it
,
but
I
am
sure
he
did
.
You
are
?
’
‘
I
—
I
think
so
,
’
Little
Dorrit
answered
.
‘
Henry
likes
him
,
and
he
will
not
think
ill
of
him
;
he
is
so
generous
and
open
himself
.
But
you
and
I
feel
sure
that
we
think
of
him
as
he
deserves
.
He
argued
with
Henry
that
the
dog
had
been
already
poisoned
when
he
changed
so
,
and
sprang
at
him
.
Henry
believes
it
,
but
we
do
not
.
I
see
he
is
listening
,
but
can
’
t
hear
.
Good
-
bye
,
my
love
!
Good
-
bye
!
’
The
last
words
were
spoken
aloud
,
as
the
vigilant
Blandois
stopped
,
turned
his
head
,
and
looked
at
them
from
the
bottom
of
the
staircase
.
Assuredly
he
did
look
then
,
though
he
looked
his
politest
,
as
if
any
real
philanthropist
could
have
desired
no
better
employment
than
to
lash
a
great
stone
to
his
neck
,
and
drop
him
into
the
water
flowing
beyond
the
dark
arched
gateway
in
which
he
stood
.
No
such
benefactor
to
mankind
being
on
the
spot
,
he
handed
Mrs
Gowan
to
her
boat
,
and
stood
there
until
it
had
shot
out
of
the
narrow
view
;
when
he
handed
himself
into
his
own
boat
and
followed
.
Little
Dorrit
had
sometimes
thought
,
and
now
thought
again
as
she
retraced
her
steps
up
the
staircase
,
that
he
had
made
his
way
too
easily
into
her
father
’
s
house
.
But
so
many
and
such
varieties
of
people
did
the
same
,
through
Mr
Dorrit
’
s
participation
in
his
elder
daughter
’
s
society
mania
,
that
it
was
hardly
an
exceptional
case
.
A
perfect
fury
for
making
acquaintances
on
whom
to
impress
their
riches
and
importance
,
had
seized
the
House
of
Dorrit
.
It
appeared
on
the
whole
,
to
Little
Dorrit
herself
,
that
this
same
society
in
which
they
lived
,
greatly
resembled
a
superior
sort
of
Marshalsea
.
Numbers
of
people
seemed
to
come
abroad
,
pretty
much
as
people
had
come
into
the
prison
;
through
debt
,
through
idleness
,
relationship
,
curiosity
,
and
general
unfitness
for
getting
on
at
home
.
They
were
brought
into
these
foreign
towns
in
the
custody
of
couriers
and
local
followers
,
just
as
the
debtors
had
been
brought
into
the
prison
.
They
prowled
about
the
churches
and
picture
-
galleries
,
much
in
the
old
,
dreary
,
prison
-
yard
manner
.
They
were
usually
going
away
again
to
-
morrow
or
next
week
,
and
rarely
knew
their
own
minds
,
and
seldom
did
what
they
said
they
would
do
,
or
went
where
they
said
they
would
go
:
in
all
this
again
,
very
like
the
prison
debtors
.
They
paid
high
for
poor
accommodation
,
and
disparaged
a
place
while
they
pretended
to
like
it
:
which
was
exactly
the
Marshalsea
custom
.
They
were
envied
when
they
went
away
by
people
left
behind
,
feigning
not
to
want
to
go
:
and
that
again
was
the
Marshalsea
habit
invariably
.
A
certain
set
of
words
and
phrases
,
as
much
belonging
to
tourists
as
the
College
and
the
Snuggery
belonged
to
the
jail
,
was
always
in
their
mouths
.
They
had
precisely
the
same
incapacity
for
settling
down
to
anything
,
as
the
prisoners
used
to
have
;
they
rather
deteriorated
one
another
,
as
the
prisoners
used
to
do
;
and
they
wore
untidy
dresses
,
and
fell
into
a
slouching
way
of
life
:
still
,
always
like
the
people
in
the
Marshalsea
.
The
period
of
the
family
’
s
stay
at
Venice
came
,
in
its
course
,
to
an
end
,
and
they
moved
,
with
their
retinue
,
to
Rome
.
Through
a
repetition
of
the
former
Italian
scenes
,
growing
more
dirty
and
more
haggard
as
they
went
on
,
and
bringing
them
at
length
to
where
the
very
air
was
diseased
,
they
passed
to
their
destination
.
