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‘
Thank
you
,
’
said
the
doctor
,
‘
thank
you
.
Your
good
lady
is
quite
composed
.
Doing
charmingly
.
’
‘
I
am
very
happy
and
very
thankful
to
know
it
,
’
said
the
debtor
,
‘
though
I
little
thought
once
,
that
—
’
‘
That
a
child
would
be
born
to
you
in
a
place
like
this
?
’
said
the
doctor
.
‘
Bah
,
bah
,
sir
,
what
does
it
signify
?
A
little
more
elbow
-
room
is
all
we
want
here
.
We
are
quiet
here
;
we
don
’
t
get
badgered
here
;
there
’
s
no
knocker
here
,
sir
,
to
be
hammered
at
by
creditors
and
bring
a
man
’
s
heart
into
his
mouth
.
Nobody
comes
here
to
ask
if
a
man
’
s
at
home
,
and
to
say
he
’
ll
stand
on
the
door
mat
till
he
is
.
Nobody
writes
threatening
letters
about
money
to
this
place
.
It
’
s
freedom
,
sir
,
it
’
s
freedom
!
I
have
had
to
-
day
’
s
practice
at
home
and
abroad
,
on
a
march
,
and
aboard
ship
,
and
I
’
ll
tell
you
this
:
I
don
’
t
know
that
I
have
ever
pursued
it
under
such
quiet
circumstances
as
here
this
day
.
Elsewhere
,
people
are
restless
,
worried
,
hurried
about
,
anxious
respecting
one
thing
,
anxious
respecting
another
.
Nothing
of
the
kind
here
,
sir
.
We
have
done
all
that
—
we
know
the
worst
of
it
;
we
have
got
to
the
bottom
,
we
can
’
t
fall
,
and
what
have
we
found
?
Peace
.
That
’
s
the
word
for
it
.
Peace
.
’
With
this
profession
of
faith
,
the
doctor
,
who
was
an
old
jail
-
bird
,
and
was
more
sodden
than
usual
,
and
had
the
additional
and
unusual
stimulus
of
money
in
his
pocket
,
returned
to
his
associate
and
chum
in
hoarseness
,
puffiness
,
red
-
facedness
,
all
-
fours
,
tobacco
,
dirt
,
and
brandy
.
Now
,
the
debtor
was
a
very
different
man
from
the
doctor
,
but
he
had
already
begun
to
travel
,
by
his
opposite
segment
of
the
circle
,
to
the
same
point
.
Crushed
at
first
by
his
imprisonment
,
he
had
soon
found
a
dull
relief
in
it
.
He
was
under
lock
and
key
;
but
the
lock
and
key
that
kept
him
in
,
kept
numbers
of
his
troubles
out
.
If
he
had
been
a
man
with
strength
of
purpose
to
face
those
troubles
and
fight
them
,
he
might
have
broken
the
net
that
held
him
,
or
broken
his
heart
;
but
being
what
he
was
,
he
languidly
slipped
into
this
smooth
descent
,
and
never
more
took
one
step
upward
.
When
he
was
relieved
of
the
perplexed
affairs
that
nothing
would
make
plain
,
through
having
them
returned
upon
his
hands
by
a
dozen
agents
in
succession
who
could
make
neither
beginning
,
middle
,
nor
end
of
them
or
him
,
he
found
his
miserable
place
of
refuge
a
quieter
refuge
than
it
had
been
before
.
He
had
unpacked
the
portmanteau
long
ago
;
and
his
elder
children
now
played
regularly
about
the
yard
,
and
everybody
knew
the
baby
,
and
claimed
a
kind
of
proprietorship
in
her
.
‘
Why
,
I
’
m
getting
proud
of
you
,
’
said
his
friend
the
turnkey
,
one
day
.
‘
You
’
ll
be
the
oldest
inhabitant
soon
.
The
Marshalsea
wouldn
’
t
be
like
the
Marshalsea
now
,
without
you
and
your
family
.
’
The
turnkey
really
was
proud
of
him
.
He
would
mention
him
in
laudatory
terms
to
new
-
comers
,
when
his
back
was
turned
.
‘
You
took
notice
of
him
,
’
he
would
say
,
‘
that
went
out
of
the
lodge
just
now
?
’
New
-
comer
would
probably
answer
Yes
.
