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It
was
a
cheque
for
one
hundred
pounds
.
He
folded
it
up
,
put
it
in
Young
John
’
s
hand
,
and
pressed
the
hand
in
his
.
‘
I
hope
you
’
ll
—
ha
—
overlook
—
hum
—
what
has
passed
,
John
.
’
‘
Don
’
t
speak
of
it
,
sir
,
on
any
accounts
.
I
don
’
t
in
any
ways
bear
malice
,
I
’
m
sure
.
’
But
nothing
while
John
was
there
could
change
John
’
s
face
to
its
natural
colour
and
expression
,
or
restore
John
’
s
natural
manner
.
‘
And
,
John
,
’
said
Mr
Dorrit
,
giving
his
hand
a
final
pressure
,
and
releasing
it
,
‘
I
hope
we
—
ha
—
agree
that
we
have
spoken
together
in
confidence
;
and
that
you
will
abstain
,
in
going
out
,
from
saying
anything
to
any
one
that
might
—
hum
—
suggest
that
—
ha
—
once
I
—
’
‘
Oh
!
I
assure
you
,
sir
,
’
returned
John
Chivery
,
‘
in
my
poor
humble
way
,
sir
,
I
’
m
too
proud
and
honourable
to
do
it
,
sir
.
’
Mr
Dorrit
was
not
too
proud
and
honourable
to
listen
at
the
door
that
he
might
ascertain
for
himself
whether
John
really
went
straight
out
,
or
lingered
to
have
any
talk
with
any
one
.
There
was
no
doubt
that
he
went
direct
out
at
the
door
,
and
away
down
the
street
with
a
quick
step
.
After
remaining
alone
for
an
hour
,
Mr
Dorrit
rang
for
the
Courier
,
who
found
him
with
his
chair
on
the
hearth
-
rug
,
sitting
with
his
back
towards
him
and
his
face
to
the
fire
.
‘
You
can
take
that
bundle
of
cigars
to
smoke
on
the
journey
,
if
you
like
,
’
said
Mr
Dorrit
,
with
a
careless
wave
of
his
hand
.
‘
Ha
—
brought
by
—
hum
—
little
offering
from
—
ha
—
son
of
old
tenant
of
mine
.
’
Next
morning
’
s
sun
saw
Mr
Dorrit
’
s
equipage
upon
the
Dover
road
,
where
every
red
-
jacketed
postilion
was
the
sign
of
a
cruel
house
,
established
for
the
unmerciful
plundering
of
travellers
.
The
whole
business
of
the
human
race
,
between
London
and
Dover
,
being
spoliation
,
Mr
Dorrit
was
waylaid
at
Dartford
,
pillaged
at
Gravesend
,
rifled
at
Rochester
,
fleeced
at
Sittingbourne
,
and
sacked
at
Canterbury
.
However
,
it
being
the
Courier
’
s
business
to
get
him
out
of
the
hands
of
the
banditti
,
the
Courier
brought
him
off
at
every
stage
;
and
so
the
red
-
jackets
went
gleaming
merrily
along
the
spring
landscape
,
rising
and
falling
to
a
regular
measure
,
between
Mr
Dorrit
in
his
snug
corner
and
the
next
chalky
rise
in
the
dusty
highway
.
Another
day
’
s
sun
saw
him
at
Calais
.
And
having
now
got
the
Channel
between
himself
and
John
Chivery
,
he
began
to
feel
safe
,
and
to
find
that
the
foreign
air
was
lighter
to
breathe
than
the
air
of
England
.
