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Young
John
looked
hard
at
him
,
biting
his
fingers
.
‘
I
see
you
recollect
the
room
,
Mr
Clennam
?
’
‘
I
recollect
it
well
,
Heaven
bless
her
!
’
Oblivious
of
the
tea
,
Young
John
continued
to
bite
his
fingers
and
to
look
at
his
visitor
,
as
long
as
his
visitor
continued
to
glance
about
the
room
.
Finally
,
he
made
a
start
at
the
teapot
,
gustily
rattled
a
quantity
of
tea
into
it
from
a
canister
,
and
set
off
for
the
common
kitchen
to
fill
it
with
hot
water
.
The
room
was
so
eloquent
to
Clennam
in
the
changed
circumstances
of
his
return
to
the
miserable
Marshalsea
;
it
spoke
to
him
so
mournfully
of
her
,
and
of
his
loss
of
her
;
that
it
would
have
gone
hard
with
him
to
resist
it
,
even
though
he
had
not
been
alone
.
Alone
,
he
did
not
try
.
He
had
his
hand
on
the
insensible
wall
as
tenderly
as
if
it
had
been
herself
that
he
touched
,
and
pronounced
her
name
in
a
low
voice
.
He
stood
at
the
window
,
looking
over
the
prison
-
parapet
with
its
grim
spiked
border
,
and
breathed
a
benediction
through
the
summer
haze
towards
the
distant
land
where
she
was
rich
and
prosperous
.
Young
John
was
some
time
absent
,
and
,
when
he
came
back
,
showed
that
he
had
been
outside
by
bringing
with
him
fresh
butter
in
a
cabbage
leaf
,
some
thin
slices
of
boiled
ham
in
another
cabbage
leaf
,
and
a
little
basket
of
water
-
cresses
and
salad
herbs
.
When
these
were
arranged
upon
the
table
to
his
satisfaction
,
they
sat
down
to
tea
.
Clennam
tried
to
do
honour
to
the
meal
,
but
unavailingly
.
The
ham
sickened
him
,
the
bread
seemed
to
turn
to
sand
in
his
mouth
.
He
could
force
nothing
upon
himself
but
a
cup
of
tea
.
‘
Try
a
little
something
green
,
’
said
Young
John
,
handing
him
the
basket
.
He
took
a
sprig
or
so
of
water
-
cress
,
and
tried
again
;
but
the
bread
turned
to
a
heavier
sand
than
before
,
and
the
ham
(
though
it
was
good
enough
of
itself
)
seemed
to
blow
a
faint
simoom
of
ham
through
the
whole
Marshalsea
.
‘
Try
a
little
more
something
green
,
sir
,
’
said
Young
John
;
and
again
handed
the
basket
.
