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‘
I
thank
you
heartily
.
’
Young
John
turned
again
,
and
took
him
in
at
the
old
doorway
,
up
the
old
staircase
,
into
the
old
room
.
Arthur
stretched
out
his
hand
.
Young
John
looked
at
it
,
looked
at
him
—
sternly
—
swelled
,
choked
,
and
said
:
‘
I
don
’
t
know
as
I
can
.
No
,
I
find
I
can
’
t
But
I
thought
you
’
d
like
the
room
,
and
here
it
is
for
you
.
’
Surprise
at
this
inconsistent
behaviour
yielded
when
he
was
gone
(
he
went
away
directly
)
to
the
feelings
which
the
empty
room
awakened
in
Clennam
’
s
wounded
breast
,
and
to
the
crowding
associations
with
the
one
good
and
gentle
creature
who
had
sanctified
it
.
Her
absence
in
his
altered
fortunes
made
it
,
and
him
in
it
,
so
very
desolate
and
so
much
in
need
of
such
a
face
of
love
and
truth
,
that
he
turned
against
the
wall
to
weep
,
sobbing
out
,
as
his
heart
relieved
itself
,
‘
O
my
Little
Dorrit
!
’
The
day
was
sunny
,
and
the
Marshalsea
,
with
the
hot
noon
striking
upon
it
,
was
unwontedly
quiet
.
Arthur
Clennam
dropped
into
a
solitary
arm
-
chair
,
itself
as
faded
as
any
debtor
in
the
jail
,
and
yielded
himself
to
his
thoughts
.
In
the
unnatural
peace
of
having
gone
through
the
dreaded
arrest
,
and
got
there
,
—
the
first
change
of
feeling
which
the
prison
most
commonly
induced
,
and
from
which
dangerous
resting
-
place
so
many
men
had
slipped
down
to
the
depths
of
degradation
and
disgrace
by
so
many
ways
,
—
he
could
think
of
some
passages
in
his
life
,
almost
as
if
he
were
removed
from
them
into
another
state
of
existence
.
Taking
into
account
where
he
was
,
the
interest
that
had
first
brought
him
there
when
he
had
been
free
to
keep
away
,
and
the
gentle
presence
that
was
equally
inseparable
from
the
walls
and
bars
about
him
and
from
the
impalpable
remembrances
of
his
later
life
which
no
walls
or
bars
could
imprison
,
it
was
not
remarkable
that
everything
his
memory
turned
upon
should
bring
him
round
again
to
Little
Dorrit
.
Yet
it
was
remarkable
to
him
;
not
because
of
the
fact
itself
,
but
because
of
the
reminder
it
brought
with
it
,
how
much
the
dear
little
creature
had
influenced
his
better
resolutions
.
None
of
us
clearly
know
to
whom
or
to
what
we
are
indebted
in
this
wise
,
until
some
marked
stop
in
the
whirling
wheel
of
life
brings
the
right
perception
with
it
.
It
comes
with
sickness
,
it
comes
with
sorrow
,
it
comes
with
the
loss
of
the
dearly
loved
,
it
is
one
of
the
most
frequent
uses
of
adversity
.
It
came
to
Clennam
in
his
adversity
,
strongly
and
tenderly
.
‘
When
I
first
gathered
myself
together
,
’
he
thought
,
‘
and
set
something
like
purpose
before
my
jaded
eyes
,
whom
had
I
before
me
,
toiling
on
,
for
a
good
object
’
s
sake
,
without
encouragement
,
without
notice
,
against
ignoble
obstacles
that
would
have
turned
an
army
of
received
heroes
and
heroines
?
One
weak
girl
!
When
I
tried
to
conquer
my
misplaced
love
,
and
to
be
generous
to
the
man
who
was
more
fortunate
than
I
,
though
he
should
never
know
it
or
repay
me
with
a
gracious
word
,
in
whom
had
I
watched
patience
,
self
-
denial
,
self
-
subdual
,
charitable
construction
,
the
noblest
generosity
of
the
affections
?
In
the
same
poor
girl
!
If
I
,
a
man
,
with
a
man
’
s
advantages
and
means
and
energies
,
had
slighted
the
whisper
in
my
heart
,
that
if
my
father
had
erred
,
it
was
my
first
duty
to
conceal
the
fault
and
to
repair
it
,
what
youthful
figure
with
tender
feet
going
almost
bare
on
the
damp
ground
,
with
spare
hands
ever
working
,
with
its
slight
shape
but
half
protected
from
the
sharp
weather
,
would
have
stood
before
me
to
put
me
to
shame
?
Little
Dorrit
’
s
.
’
So
always
as
he
sat
alone
in
the
faded
chair
,
thinking
.
Always
,
Little
Dorrit
.
Until
it
seemed
to
him
as
if
he
met
the
reward
of
having
wandered
away
from
her
,
and
suffered
anything
to
pass
between
him
and
his
remembrance
of
her
virtues
.
His
door
was
opened
,
and
the
head
of
the
elder
Chivery
was
put
in
a
very
little
way
,
without
being
turned
towards
him
.
