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They
shook
hands
and
parted
.
The
collegians
,
assembled
in
Symposium
in
the
Snuggery
that
night
,
marvelled
what
had
happened
to
their
Father
;
he
walked
so
late
in
the
shadows
of
the
yard
,
and
seemed
so
downcast
.
The
baby
whose
first
draught
of
air
had
been
tinctured
with
Doctor
Haggage
’
s
brandy
,
was
handed
down
among
the
generations
of
collegians
,
like
the
tradition
of
their
common
parent
.
In
the
earlier
stages
of
her
existence
,
she
was
handed
down
in
a
literal
and
prosaic
sense
;
it
being
almost
a
part
of
the
entrance
footing
of
every
new
collegian
to
nurse
the
child
who
had
been
born
in
the
college
.
‘
By
rights
,
’
remarked
the
turnkey
when
she
was
first
shown
to
him
,
‘
I
ought
to
be
her
godfather
.
’
The
debtor
irresolutely
thought
of
it
for
a
minute
,
and
said
,
‘
Perhaps
you
wouldn
’
t
object
to
really
being
her
godfather
?
’
‘
Oh
!
I
don
’
t
object
,
’
replied
the
turnkey
,
‘
if
you
don
’
t
.
’
Thus
it
came
to
pass
that
she
was
christened
one
Sunday
afternoon
,
when
the
turnkey
,
being
relieved
,
was
off
the
lock
;
and
that
the
turnkey
went
up
to
the
font
of
Saint
George
’
s
Church
,
and
promised
and
vowed
and
renounced
on
her
behalf
,
as
he
himself
related
when
he
came
back
,
‘
like
a
good
‘
un
.
’
This
invested
the
turnkey
with
a
new
proprietary
share
in
the
child
,
over
and
above
his
former
official
one
.
When
she
began
to
walk
and
talk
,
he
became
fond
of
her
;
bought
a
little
arm
-
chair
and
stood
it
by
the
high
fender
of
the
lodge
fire
-
place
;
liked
to
have
her
company
when
he
was
on
the
lock
;
and
used
to
bribe
her
with
cheap
toys
to
come
and
talk
to
him
.
The
child
,
for
her
part
,
soon
grew
so
fond
of
the
turnkey
that
she
would
come
climbing
up
the
lodge
-
steps
of
her
own
accord
at
all
hours
of
the
day
.
When
she
fell
asleep
in
the
little
armchair
by
the
high
fender
,
the
turnkey
would
cover
her
with
his
pocket
-
handkerchief
;
and
when
she
sat
in
it
dressing
and
undressing
a
doll
which
soon
came
to
be
unlike
dolls
on
the
other
side
of
the
lock
,
and
to
bear
a
horrible
family
resemblance
to
Mrs
Bangham
—
he
would
contemplate
her
from
the
top
of
his
stool
with
exceeding
gentleness
.
Witnessing
these
things
,
the
collegians
would
express
an
opinion
that
the
turnkey
,
who
was
a
bachelor
,
had
been
cut
out
by
nature
for
a
family
man
.
But
the
turnkey
thanked
them
,
and
said
,
‘
No
,
on
the
whole
it
was
enough
to
see
other
people
’
s
children
there
.
’
At
what
period
of
her
early
life
the
little
creature
began
to
perceive
that
it
was
not
the
habit
of
all
the
world
to
live
locked
up
in
narrow
yards
surrounded
by
high
walls
with
spikes
at
the
top
,
would
be
a
difficult
question
to
settle
.
But
she
was
a
very
,
very
little
creature
indeed
,
when
she
had
somehow
gained
the
knowledge
that
her
clasp
of
her
father
’
s
hand
was
to
be
always
loosened
at
the
door
which
the
great
key
opened
;
and
that
while
her
own
light
steps
were
free
to
pass
beyond
it
,
his
feet
must
never
cross
that
line
.
A
pitiful
and
plaintive
look
,
with
which
she
had
begun
to
regard
him
when
she
was
still
extremely
young
,
was
perhaps
a
part
of
this
discovery
.
With
a
pitiful
and
plaintive
look
for
everything
,
indeed
,
but
with
something
in
it
for
only
him
that
was
like
protection
,
this
Child
of
the
Marshalsea
and
the
child
of
the
Father
of
the
Marshalsea
,
sat
by
her
friend
the
turnkey
in
the
lodge
,
kept
the
family
room
,
or
wandered
about
the
prison
-
yard
,
for
the
first
eight
years
of
her
life
.
With
a
pitiful
and
plaintive
look
for
her
wayward
sister
;
for
her
idle
brother
;
for
the
high
blank
walls
;
for
the
faded
crowd
they
shut
in
;
for
the
games
of
the
prison
children
as
they
whooped
and
ran
,
and
played
at
hide
-
and
-
seek
,
and
made
the
iron
bars
of
the
inner
gateway
‘
Home
.
’
