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‘
Brought
up
as
a
gentleman
,
he
was
,
if
ever
a
man
was
.
Ed
’
cated
at
no
end
of
expense
.
Went
into
the
Marshal
’
s
house
once
to
try
a
new
piano
for
him
.
Played
it
,
I
understand
,
like
one
o
’
clock
—
beautiful
!
As
to
languages
—
speaks
anything
.
We
’
ve
had
a
Frenchman
here
in
his
time
,
and
it
’
s
my
opinion
he
knowed
more
French
than
the
Frenchman
did
.
We
’
ve
had
an
Italian
here
in
his
time
,
and
he
shut
him
up
in
about
half
a
minute
.
You
’
ll
find
some
characters
behind
other
locks
,
I
don
’
t
say
you
won
’
t
;
but
if
you
want
the
top
sawyer
in
such
respects
as
I
’
ve
mentioned
,
you
must
come
to
the
Marshalsea
.
’
When
his
youngest
child
was
eight
years
old
,
his
wife
,
who
had
long
been
languishing
away
—
of
her
own
inherent
weakness
,
not
that
she
retained
any
greater
sensitiveness
as
to
her
place
of
abode
than
he
did
—
went
upon
a
visit
to
a
poor
friend
and
old
nurse
in
the
country
,
and
died
there
.
He
remained
shut
up
in
his
room
for
a
fortnight
afterwards
;
and
an
attorney
’
s
clerk
,
who
was
going
through
the
Insolvent
Court
,
engrossed
an
address
of
condolence
to
him
,
which
looked
like
a
Lease
,
and
which
all
the
prisoners
signed
.
When
he
appeared
again
he
was
greyer
(
he
had
soon
begun
to
turn
grey
)
;
and
the
turnkey
noticed
that
his
hands
went
often
to
his
trembling
lips
again
,
as
they
had
used
to
do
when
he
first
came
in
.
But
he
got
pretty
well
over
it
in
a
month
or
two
;
and
in
the
meantime
the
children
played
about
the
yard
as
regularly
as
ever
,
but
in
black
.
Then
Mrs
Bangham
,
long
popular
medium
of
communication
with
the
outer
world
,
began
to
be
infirm
,
and
to
be
found
oftener
than
usual
comatose
on
pavements
,
with
her
basket
of
purchases
spilt
,
and
the
change
of
her
clients
ninepence
short
.
His
son
began
to
supersede
Mrs
Bangham
,
and
to
execute
commissions
in
a
knowing
manner
,
and
to
be
of
the
prison
prisonous
,
of
the
streets
streety
.
Time
went
on
,
and
the
turnkey
began
to
fail
.
His
chest
swelled
,
and
his
legs
got
weak
,
and
he
was
short
of
breath
.
The
well
-
worn
wooden
stool
was
‘
beyond
him
,
’
he
complained
.
He
sat
in
an
arm
-
chair
with
a
cushion
,
and
sometimes
wheezed
so
,
for
minutes
together
,
that
he
couldn
’
t
turn
the
key
.
When
he
was
overpowered
by
these
fits
,
the
debtor
often
turned
it
for
him
.
‘
You
and
me
,
’
said
the
turnkey
,
one
snowy
winter
’
s
night
when
the
lodge
,
with
a
bright
fire
in
it
,
was
pretty
full
of
company
,
‘
is
the
oldest
inhabitants
.
I
wasn
’
t
here
myself
above
seven
year
before
you
.
I
shan
’
t
last
long
.
When
I
’
m
off
the
lock
for
good
and
all
,
you
’
ll
be
the
Father
of
the
Marshalsea
.
’
The
turnkey
went
off
the
lock
of
this
world
next
day
.
His
words
were
remembered
and
repeated
;
and
tradition
afterwards
handed
down
from
generation
to
generation
—
a
Marshalsea
generation
might
be
calculated
as
about
three
months
—
that
the
shabby
old
debtor
with
the
soft
manner
and
the
white
hair
,
was
the
Father
of
the
Marshalsea
.
And
he
grew
to
be
proud
of
the
title
.
If
any
impostor
had
arisen
to
claim
it
,
he
would
have
shed
tears
in
resentment
of
the
attempt
to
deprive
him
of
his
rights
.
A
disposition
began
to
be
perceived
in
him
to
exaggerate
the
number
of
years
he
had
been
there
;
it
was
generally
understood
that
you
must
deduct
a
few
from
his
account
;
he
was
vain
,
the
fleeting
generations
of
debtors
said
.
All
new
-
comers
were
presented
to
him
.
He
was
punctilious
in
the
exaction
of
this
ceremony
.
The
wits
would
perform
the
office
of
introduction
with
overcharged
pomp
and
politeness
,
but
they
could
not
easily
overstep
his
sense
of
its
gravity
.
He
received
them
in
his
poor
room
(
he
disliked
an
introduction
in
the
mere
yard
,
as
informal
—
a
thing
that
might
happen
to
anybody
)
,
with
a
kind
of
bowed
-
down
beneficence
.
They
were
welcome
to
the
Marshalsea
,
he
would
tell
them
.
Yes
,
he
was
the
Father
of
the
place
.
So
the
world
was
kind
enough
to
call
him
;
and
so
he
was
,
if
more
than
twenty
years
of
residence
gave
him
a
claim
to
the
title
.
It
looked
small
at
first
,
but
there
was
very
good
company
there
—
among
a
mixture
—
necessarily
a
mixture
—
and
very
good
air
.
