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But
Little
Dorrit
?
The
business
hours
,
allowing
for
intervals
of
invalid
regimen
of
oysters
and
partridges
,
during
which
Clennam
refreshed
himself
with
a
walk
,
were
from
ten
to
six
for
about
a
fortnight
.
Sometimes
Little
Dorrit
was
employed
at
her
needle
,
sometimes
not
,
sometimes
appeared
as
a
humble
visitor
:
which
must
have
been
her
character
on
the
occasion
of
his
arrival
.
His
original
curiosity
augmented
every
day
,
as
he
watched
for
her
,
saw
or
did
not
see
her
,
and
speculated
about
her
.
Influenced
by
his
predominant
idea
,
he
even
fell
into
a
habit
of
discussing
with
himself
the
possibility
of
her
being
in
some
way
associated
with
it
At
last
he
resolved
to
watch
Little
Dorrit
and
know
more
of
her
story
.
Thirty
years
ago
there
stood
,
a
few
doors
short
of
the
church
of
Saint
George
,
in
the
borough
of
Southwark
,
on
the
left
-
hand
side
of
the
way
going
southward
,
the
Marshalsea
Prison
.
It
had
stood
there
many
years
before
,
and
it
remained
there
some
years
afterwards
;
but
it
is
gone
now
,
and
the
world
is
none
the
worse
without
it
.
It
was
an
oblong
pile
of
barrack
building
,
partitioned
into
squalid
houses
standing
back
to
back
,
so
that
there
were
no
back
rooms
;
environed
by
a
narrow
paved
yard
,
hemmed
in
by
high
walls
duly
spiked
at
top
.
Itself
a
close
and
confined
prison
for
debtors
,
it
contained
within
it
a
much
closer
and
more
confined
jail
for
smugglers
.
Offenders
against
the
revenue
laws
,
and
defaulters
to
excise
or
customs
who
had
incurred
fines
which
they
were
unable
to
pay
,
were
supposed
to
be
incarcerated
behind
an
iron
-
plated
door
closing
up
a
second
prison
,
consisting
of
a
strong
cell
or
two
,
and
a
blind
alley
some
yard
and
a
half
wide
,
which
formed
the
mysterious
termination
of
the
very
limited
skittle
-
ground
in
which
the
Marshalsea
debtors
bowled
down
their
troubles
.
Supposed
to
be
incarcerated
there
,
because
the
time
had
rather
outgrown
the
strong
cells
and
the
blind
alley
.
In
practice
they
had
come
to
be
considered
a
little
too
bad
,
though
in
theory
they
were
quite
as
good
as
ever
;
which
may
be
observed
to
be
the
case
at
the
present
day
with
other
cells
that
are
not
at
all
strong
,
and
with
other
blind
alleys
that
are
stone
-
blind
.
Hence
the
smugglers
habitually
consorted
with
the
debtors
(
who
received
them
with
open
arms
)
,
except
at
certain
constitutional
moments
when
somebody
came
from
some
Office
,
to
go
through
some
form
of
overlooking
something
which
neither
he
nor
anybody
else
knew
anything
about
.
On
these
truly
British
occasions
,
the
smugglers
,
if
any
,
made
a
feint
of
walking
into
the
strong
cells
and
the
blind
alley
,
while
this
somebody
pretended
to
do
his
something
:
and
made
a
reality
of
walking
out
again
as
soon
as
he
hadn
’
t
done
it
—
neatly
epitomising
the
administration
of
most
of
the
public
affairs
in
our
right
little
,
tight
little
,
island
.
There
had
been
taken
to
the
Marshalsea
Prison
,
long
before
the
day
when
the
sun
shone
on
Marseilles
and
on
the
opening
of
this
narrative
,
a
debtor
with
whom
this
narrative
has
some
concern
.
He
was
,
at
that
time
,
a
very
amiable
and
very
helpless
middle
-
aged
gentleman
,
who
was
going
out
again
directly
.
Necessarily
,
he
was
going
out
again
directly
,
because
the
Marshalsea
lock
never
turned
upon
a
debtor
who
was
not
.
He
brought
in
a
portmanteau
with
him
,
which
he
doubted
its
being
worth
while
to
unpack
;
he
was
so
perfectly
clear
—
like
all
the
rest
of
them
,
the
turnkey
on
the
lock
said
—
that
he
was
going
out
again
directly
.
He
was
a
shy
,
retiring
man
;
well
-
looking
,
though
in
an
effeminate
style
;
with
a
mild
voice
,
curling
hair
,
and
irresolute
hands
—
rings
upon
the
fingers
in
those
days
—
which
nervously
wandered
to
his
trembling
lip
a
hundred
times
in
the
first
half
-
hour
of
his
acquaintance
with
the
jail
.
His
principal
anxiety
was
about
his
wife
.
