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They
were
in
the
gateway
.
Little
Dorrit
,
with
a
piercing
cry
,
held
her
back
.
In
one
swift
instant
the
old
house
was
before
them
,
with
the
man
lying
smoking
in
the
window
;
another
thundering
sound
,
and
it
heaved
,
surged
outward
,
opened
asunder
in
fifty
places
,
collapsed
,
and
fell
.
Deafened
by
the
noise
,
stifled
,
choked
,
and
blinded
by
the
dust
,
they
hid
their
faces
and
stood
rooted
to
the
spot
.
The
dust
storm
,
driving
between
them
and
the
placid
sky
,
parted
for
a
moment
and
showed
them
the
stars
.
As
they
looked
up
,
wildly
crying
for
help
,
the
great
pile
of
chimneys
,
which
was
then
alone
left
standing
like
a
tower
in
a
whirlwind
,
rocked
,
broke
,
and
hailed
itself
down
upon
the
heap
of
ruin
,
as
if
every
tumbling
fragment
were
intent
on
burying
the
crushed
wretch
deeper
.
So
blackened
by
the
flying
particles
of
rubbish
as
to
be
unrecognisable
,
they
ran
back
from
the
gateway
into
the
street
,
crying
and
shrieking
.
There
,
Mrs
Clennam
dropped
upon
the
stones
;
and
she
never
from
that
hour
moved
so
much
as
a
finger
again
,
or
had
the
power
to
speak
one
word
.
For
upwards
of
three
years
she
reclined
in
a
wheeled
chair
,
looking
attentively
at
those
about
her
and
appearing
to
understand
what
they
said
;
but
the
rigid
silence
she
had
so
long
held
was
evermore
enforced
upon
her
,
and
except
that
she
could
move
her
eyes
and
faintly
express
a
negative
and
affirmative
with
her
head
,
she
lived
and
died
a
statue
.
Affery
had
been
looking
for
them
at
the
prison
,
and
had
caught
sight
of
them
at
a
distance
on
the
bridge
.
She
came
up
to
receive
her
old
mistress
in
her
arms
,
to
help
to
carry
her
into
a
neighbouring
house
,
and
to
be
faithful
to
her
.
The
mystery
of
the
noises
was
out
now
;
Affery
,
like
greater
people
,
had
always
been
right
in
her
facts
,
and
always
wrong
in
the
theories
she
deduced
from
them
.
When
the
storm
of
dust
had
cleared
away
and
the
summer
night
was
calm
again
,
numbers
of
people
choked
up
every
avenue
of
access
,
and
parties
of
diggers
were
formed
to
relieve
one
another
in
digging
among
the
ruins
.
There
had
been
a
hundred
people
in
the
house
at
the
time
of
its
fall
,
there
had
been
fifty
,
there
had
been
fifteen
,
there
had
been
two
.
Rumour
finally
settled
the
number
at
two
;
the
foreigner
and
Mr
Flintwinch
.
The
diggers
dug
all
through
the
short
night
by
flaring
pipes
of
gas
,
and
on
a
level
with
the
early
sun
,
and
deeper
and
deeper
below
it
as
it
rose
into
its
zenith
,
and
aslant
of
it
as
it
declined
,
and
on
a
level
with
it
again
as
it
departed
.
Sturdy
digging
,
and
shovelling
,
and
carrying
away
,
in
carts
,
barrows
,
and
baskets
,
went
on
without
intermission
,
by
night
and
by
day
;
but
it
was
night
for
the
second
time
when
they
found
the
dirty
heap
of
rubbish
that
had
been
the
foreigner
before
his
head
had
been
shivered
to
atoms
,
like
so
much
glass
,
by
the
great
beam
that
lay
upon
him
,
crushing
him
.
Still
,
they
had
not
come
upon
Flintwinch
yet
;
so
the
sturdy
digging
and
shovelling
and
carrying
away
went
on
without
intermission
by
night
and
by
day
.
It
got
about
that
the
old
house
had
had
famous
cellarage
(
which
indeed
was
true
)
,
and
that
Flintwinch
had
been
in
a
cellar
at
the
moment
,
or
had
had
time
to
escape
into
one
,
and
that
he
was
safe
under
its
strong
arch
,
and
even
that
he
had
been
heard
to
cry
,
in
hollow
,
subterranean
,
suffocated
notes
,
‘
Here
I
am
!
’
At
the
opposite
extremity
of
the
town
it
was
even
known
that
the
excavators
had
been
able
to
open
a
communication
with
him
through
a
pipe
,
and
that
he
had
received
both
soup
and
brandy
by
that
channel
,
and
that
he
had
said
with
admirable
fortitude
that
he
was
All
right
,
my
lads
,
with
the
exception
of
his
collar
-
bone
.
But
the
digging
and
shovelling
and
carrying
away
went
on
without
intermission
,
until
the
ruins
were
all
dug
out
,
and
the
cellars
opened
to
the
light
;
and
still
no
Flintwinch
,
living
or
dead
,
all
right
or
all
wrong
,
had
been
turned
up
by
pick
or
spade
It
began
then
to
be
perceived
that
Flintwinch
had
not
been
there
at
the
time
of
the
fall
;
and
it
began
then
to
be
perceived
that
he
had
been
rather
busy
elsewhere
,
converting
securities
into
as
much
money
as
could
be
got
for
them
on
the
shortest
notice
,
and
turning
to
his
own
exclusive
account
his
authority
to
act
for
the
Firm
.
Affery
,
remembering
that
the
clever
one
had
said
he
would
explain
himself
further
in
four
-
and
-
twenty
hours
’
time
,
determined
for
her
part
that
his
taking
himself
off
within
that
period
with
all
he
could
get
,
was
the
final
satisfactory
sum
and
substance
of
his
promised
explanation
;
but
she
held
her
peace
,
devoutly
thankful
to
be
quit
of
him
.
As
it
seemed
reasonable
to
conclude
that
a
man
who
had
never
been
buried
could
not
be
unburied
,
the
diggers
gave
him
up
when
their
task
was
done
,
and
did
not
dig
down
for
him
into
the
depths
of
the
earth
.
