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‘
I
am
off
the
Lock
,
Mr
Clennam
,
and
going
out
.
Can
I
do
anything
for
you
?
’
‘
Many
thanks
.
Nothing
.
’
‘
You
’
ll
excuse
me
opening
the
door
,
’
said
Mr
Chivery
;
‘
but
I
couldn
’
t
make
you
hear
.
’
‘
Did
you
knock
?
’
‘
Half
-
a
-
dozen
times
.
’
Rousing
himself
,
Clennam
observed
that
the
prison
had
awakened
from
its
noontide
doze
,
that
the
inmates
were
loitering
about
the
shady
yard
,
and
that
it
was
late
in
the
afternoon
.
He
had
been
thinking
for
hours
.
‘
Your
things
is
come
,
’
said
Mr
Chivery
,
‘
and
my
son
is
going
to
carry
‘
em
up
.
I
should
have
sent
‘
em
up
but
for
his
wishing
to
carry
‘
em
himself
.
Indeed
he
would
have
‘
em
himself
,
and
so
I
couldn
’
t
send
‘
em
up
.
Mr
Clennam
,
could
I
say
a
word
to
you
?
’
‘
Pray
come
in
,
’
said
Arthur
;
for
Mr
Chivery
’
s
head
was
still
put
in
at
the
door
a
very
little
way
,
and
Mr
Chivery
had
but
one
ear
upon
him
,
instead
of
both
eyes
.
This
was
native
delicacy
in
Mr
Chivery
—
true
politeness
;
though
his
exterior
had
very
much
of
a
turnkey
about
it
,
and
not
the
least
of
a
gentleman
.
‘
Thank
you
,
sir
,
’
said
Mr
Chivery
,
without
advancing
;
‘
it
’
s
no
odds
me
coming
in
.
Mr
Clennam
,
don
’
t
you
take
no
notice
of
my
son
(
if
you
’
ll
be
so
good
)
in
case
you
find
him
cut
up
anyways
difficult
.
My
son
has
a
‘
art
,
and
my
son
’
s
‘
art
is
in
the
right
place
.
Me
and
his
mother
knows
where
to
find
it
,
and
we
find
it
sitiwated
correct
.
’
With
this
mysterious
speech
,
Mr
Chivery
took
his
ear
away
and
shut
the
door
.
He
might
have
been
gone
ten
minutes
,
when
his
son
succeeded
him
.
