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It
formed
a
part
of
this
same
short
document
;
and
he
derived
from
it
the
remarkable
fact
that
the
sheets
of
foolscap
paper
it
had
devoted
to
the
public
service
would
pave
the
footways
on
both
sides
of
Oxford
Street
from
end
to
end
,
and
leave
nearly
a
quarter
of
a
mile
to
spare
for
the
park
(
Immense
cheering
and
laughter
)
;
while
of
tape
—
red
tape
—
it
had
used
enough
to
stretch
,
in
graceful
festoons
,
from
Hyde
Park
Corner
to
the
General
Post
Office
.
Then
,
amidst
a
burst
of
official
exultation
,
would
the
noble
or
right
honourable
Barnacle
sit
down
,
leaving
the
mutilated
fragments
of
the
Member
on
the
field
.
No
one
,
after
that
exemplary
demolition
of
him
,
would
have
the
hardihood
to
hint
that
the
more
the
Circumlocution
Office
did
,
the
less
was
done
,
and
that
the
greatest
blessing
it
could
confer
on
an
unhappy
public
would
be
to
do
nothing
.
With
sufficient
occupation
on
his
hands
,
now
that
he
had
this
additional
task
—
such
a
task
had
many
and
many
a
serviceable
man
died
of
before
his
day
—
Arthur
Clennam
led
a
life
of
slight
variety
.
Regular
visits
to
his
mother
’
s
dull
sick
room
,
and
visits
scarcely
less
regular
to
Mr
Meagles
at
Twickenham
,
were
its
only
changes
during
many
months
.
He
sadly
and
sorely
missed
Little
Dorrit
.
He
had
been
prepared
to
miss
her
very
much
,
but
not
so
much
.
He
knew
to
the
full
extent
only
through
experience
,
what
a
large
place
in
his
life
was
left
blank
when
her
familiar
little
figure
went
out
of
it
.
He
felt
,
too
,
that
he
must
relinquish
the
hope
of
its
return
,
understanding
the
family
character
sufficiently
well
to
be
assured
that
he
and
she
were
divided
by
a
broad
ground
of
separation
.
The
old
interest
he
had
had
in
her
,
and
her
old
trusting
reliance
on
him
,
were
tinged
with
melancholy
in
his
mind
:
so
soon
had
change
stolen
over
them
,
and
so
soon
had
they
glided
into
the
past
with
other
secret
tendernesses
.
When
he
received
her
letter
he
was
greatly
moved
,
but
did
not
the
less
sensibly
feel
that
she
was
far
divided
from
him
by
more
than
distance
.
It
helped
him
to
a
clearer
and
keener
perception
of
the
place
assigned
him
by
the
family
.
He
saw
that
he
was
cherished
in
her
grateful
remembrance
secretly
,
and
that
they
resented
him
with
the
jail
and
the
rest
of
its
belongings
.
Through
all
these
meditations
which
every
day
of
his
life
crowded
about
her
,
he
thought
of
her
otherwise
in
the
old
way
.
She
was
his
innocent
friend
,
his
delicate
child
,
his
dear
Little
Dorrit
.
This
very
change
of
circumstances
fitted
curiously
in
with
the
habit
,
begun
on
the
night
when
the
roses
floated
away
,
of
considering
himself
as
a
much
older
man
than
his
years
really
made
him
.
He
regarded
her
from
a
point
of
view
which
in
its
remoteness
,
tender
as
it
was
,
he
little
thought
would
have
been
unspeakable
agony
to
her
.
He
speculated
about
her
future
destiny
,
and
about
the
husband
she
might
have
,
with
an
affection
for
her
which
would
have
drained
her
heart
of
its
dearest
drop
of
hope
,
and
broken
it
.
Everything
about
him
tended
to
confirm
him
in
the
custom
of
looking
on
himself
as
an
elderly
man
,
from
whom
such
aspirations
as
he
had
combated
in
the
case
of
Minnie
Gowan
(
though
that
was
not
so
long
ago
either
,
reckoning
by
months
and
seasons
)
,
were
finally
departed
.
His
relations
with
her
father
and
mother
were
like
those
on
which
a
widower
son
-
in
-
law
might
have
stood
.
If
the
twin
sister
who
was
dead
had
lived
to
pass
away
in
the
bloom
of
womanhood
,
and
he
had
been
her
husband
,
the
nature
of
his
intercourse
with
Mr
and
Mrs
Meagles
would
probably
have
been
just
what
it
was
.
This
imperceptibly
helped
to
render
habitual
the
impression
within
him
,
that
he
had
done
with
,
and
dismissed
that
part
of
life
.
He
invariably
heard
of
Minnie
from
them
,
as
telling
them
in
her
letters
how
happy
she
was
,
and
how
she
loved
her
husband
;
but
inseparable
from
that
subject
,
he
invariably
saw
the
old
cloud
on
Mr
Meagles
’
s
face
.
Mr
Meagles
had
never
been
quite
so
radiant
since
the
marriage
as
before
.
He
had
never
quite
recovered
the
separation
from
Pet
.
He
was
the
same
good
-
humoured
,
open
creature
;
but
as
if
his
face
,
from
being
much
turned
towards
the
pictures
of
his
two
children
which
could
show
him
only
one
look
,
unconsciously
adopted
a
characteristic
from
them
,
it
always
had
now
,
through
all
its
changes
of
expression
,
a
look
of
loss
in
it
.
One
wintry
Saturday
when
Clennam
was
at
the
cottage
,
the
Dowager
Mrs
Gowan
drove
up
,
in
the
Hampton
Court
equipage
which
pretended
to
be
the
exclusive
equipage
of
so
many
individual
proprietors
.
She
descended
,
in
her
shady
ambuscade
of
green
fan
,
to
favour
Mr
and
Mrs
Meagles
with
a
call
.
