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A
fine
residence
had
been
taken
for
them
on
the
Corso
,
and
there
they
took
up
their
abode
,
in
a
city
where
everything
seemed
to
be
trying
to
stand
still
for
ever
on
the
ruins
of
something
else
—
except
the
water
,
which
,
following
eternal
laws
,
tumbled
and
rolled
from
its
glorious
multitude
of
fountains
.
Here
it
seemed
to
Little
Dorrit
that
a
change
came
over
the
Marshalsea
spirit
of
their
society
,
and
that
Prunes
and
Prism
got
the
upper
hand
.
Everybody
was
walking
about
St
Peter
’
s
and
the
Vatican
on
somebody
else
’
s
cork
legs
,
and
straining
every
visible
object
through
somebody
else
’
s
sieve
.
Nobody
said
what
anything
was
,
but
everybody
said
what
the
Mrs
Generals
,
Mr
Eustace
,
or
somebody
else
said
it
was
.
The
whole
body
of
travellers
seemed
to
be
a
collection
of
voluntary
human
sacrifices
,
bound
hand
and
foot
,
and
delivered
over
to
Mr
Eustace
and
his
attendants
,
to
have
the
entrails
of
their
intellects
arranged
according
to
the
taste
of
that
sacred
priesthood
.
Through
the
rugged
remains
of
temples
and
tombs
and
palaces
and
senate
halls
and
theatres
and
amphitheatres
of
ancient
days
,
hosts
of
tongue
-
tied
and
blindfolded
moderns
were
carefully
feeling
their
way
,
incessantly
repeating
Prunes
and
Prism
in
the
endeavour
to
set
their
lips
according
to
the
received
form
.
Mrs
General
was
in
her
pure
element
.
Nobody
had
an
opinion
.
There
was
a
formation
of
surface
going
on
around
her
on
an
amazing
scale
,
and
it
had
not
a
flaw
of
courage
or
honest
free
speech
in
it
.
Another
modification
of
Prunes
and
Prism
insinuated
itself
on
Little
Dorrit
’
s
notice
very
shortly
after
their
arrival
.
They
received
an
early
visit
from
Mrs
Merdle
,
who
led
that
extensive
department
of
life
in
the
Eternal
City
that
winter
;
and
the
skilful
manner
in
which
she
and
Fanny
fenced
with
one
another
on
the
occasion
,
almost
made
her
quiet
sister
wink
,
like
the
glittering
of
small
-
swords
.
‘
So
delighted
,
’
said
Mrs
Merdle
,
‘
to
resume
an
acquaintance
so
inauspiciously
begun
at
Martigny
.
’
‘
At
Martigny
,
of
course
,
’
said
Fanny
.
‘
Charmed
,
I
am
sure
!
’
‘
I
understand
,
’
said
Mrs
Merdle
,
‘
from
my
son
Edmund
Sparkler
,
that
he
has
already
improved
that
chance
occasion
.
He
has
returned
quite
transported
with
Venice
.
’
‘
Indeed
?
’
returned
the
careless
Fanny
.
‘
Was
he
there
long
?
’
‘
I
might
refer
that
question
to
Mr
Dorrit
,
’
said
Mrs
Merdle
,
turning
the
bosom
towards
that
gentleman
;
‘
Edmund
having
been
so
much
indebted
to
him
for
rendering
his
stay
agreeable
.
’
‘
Oh
,
pray
don
’
t
speak
of
it
,
’
returned
Fanny
.
‘
I
believe
Papa
had
the
pleasure
of
inviting
Mr
Sparkler
twice
or
thrice
,
—
but
it
was
nothing
.
We
had
so
many
people
about
us
,
and
kept
such
open
house
,
that
if
he
had
that
pleasure
,
it
was
less
than
nothing
.
’
