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HE
ENCOUNTERED
HIS
RIVAL
IN
A
DISTRESSED
STATE
,
AND
FELT
INCLINED
TO
HAVE
A
ROUND
WITH
HIM
;
BUT
,
FOR
THE
SAKE
OF
THE
LOVED
ONE
,
CONQUERED
THOSE
FEELINGS
OF
BITTERNESS
,
AND
BECAME
MAGNANIMOUS
.
The
opinion
of
the
community
outside
the
prison
gates
bore
hard
on
Clennam
as
time
went
on
,
and
he
made
no
friends
among
the
community
within
.
Too
depressed
to
associate
with
the
herd
in
the
yard
,
who
got
together
to
forget
their
cares
;
too
retiring
and
too
unhappy
to
join
in
the
poor
socialities
of
the
tavern
;
he
kept
his
own
room
,
and
was
held
in
distrust
.
Some
said
he
was
proud
;
some
objected
that
he
was
sullen
and
reserved
;
some
were
contemptuous
of
him
,
for
that
he
was
a
poor
-
spirited
dog
who
pined
under
his
debts
.
The
whole
population
were
shy
of
him
on
these
various
counts
of
indictment
,
but
especially
the
last
,
which
involved
a
species
of
domestic
treason
;
and
he
soon
became
so
confirmed
in
his
seclusion
,
that
his
only
time
for
walking
up
and
down
was
when
the
evening
Club
were
assembled
at
their
songs
and
toasts
and
sentiments
,
and
when
the
yard
was
nearly
left
to
the
women
and
children
.
Imprisonment
began
to
tell
upon
him
.
He
knew
that
he
idled
and
moped
.
After
what
he
had
known
of
the
influences
of
imprisonment
within
the
four
small
walls
of
the
very
room
he
occupied
,
this
consciousness
made
him
afraid
of
himself
.
Shrinking
from
the
observation
of
other
men
,
and
shrinking
from
his
own
,
he
began
to
change
very
sensibly
.
Anybody
might
see
that
the
shadow
of
the
wall
was
dark
upon
him
.
One
day
when
he
might
have
been
some
ten
or
twelve
weeks
in
jail
,
and
when
he
had
been
trying
to
read
and
had
not
been
able
to
release
even
the
imaginary
people
of
the
book
from
the
Marshalsea
,
a
footstep
stopped
at
his
door
,
and
a
hand
tapped
at
it
.
He
arose
and
opened
it
,
and
an
agreeable
voice
accosted
him
with
‘
How
do
you
do
,
Mr
Clennam
?
I
hope
I
am
not
unwelcome
in
calling
to
see
you
.
’
