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The
shrill
outer
circle
again
retorted
,
‘
Then
that
‘
ud
show
you
was
mad
if
nothing
else
did
,
‘
cause
it
’
s
right
opposite
!
’
A
short
,
mild
,
quiet
-
looking
young
man
made
his
way
through
to
her
,
as
a
whooping
ensued
on
this
reply
,
and
said
:
‘
Was
it
the
Marshalsea
you
wanted
?
I
’
m
going
on
duty
there
.
Come
across
with
me
.
’
She
laid
her
hand
upon
his
arm
,
and
he
took
her
over
the
way
;
the
crowd
,
rather
injured
by
the
near
prospect
of
losing
her
,
pressing
before
and
behind
and
on
either
side
,
and
recommending
an
adjournment
to
Bedlam
.
After
a
momentary
whirl
in
the
outer
court
-
yard
,
the
prison
-
door
opened
,
and
shut
upon
them
.
In
the
Lodge
,
which
seemed
by
contrast
with
the
outer
noise
a
place
of
refuge
and
peace
,
a
yellow
lamp
was
already
striving
with
the
prison
shadows
.
‘
Why
,
John
!
’
said
the
turnkey
who
admitted
them
.
‘
What
is
it
?
’
‘
Nothing
,
father
;
only
this
lady
not
knowing
her
way
,
and
being
badgered
by
the
boys
.
Who
did
you
want
,
ma
’
am
?
’
‘
Miss
Dorrit
.
Is
she
here
?
’
The
young
man
became
more
interested
.
‘
Yes
,
she
is
here
.
What
might
your
name
be
?
’
‘
Mrs
Clennam
.
’
‘
Mr
Clennam
’
s
mother
?
’
asked
the
young
man
.
