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‘
I
hope
,
’
said
Arthur
,
very
doubtful
what
to
say
,
‘
that
my
respect
for
your
daughter
may
explain
and
justify
my
desire
to
be
presented
to
you
,
sir
.
’
‘
Mr
Clennam
,
’
returned
the
other
,
rising
,
taking
his
cap
off
in
the
flat
of
his
hand
,
and
so
holding
it
,
ready
to
put
on
again
,
‘
you
do
me
honour
.
You
are
welcome
,
sir
;
’
with
a
low
bow
.
‘
Frederick
,
a
chair
.
Pray
sit
down
,
Mr
Clennam
.
’
He
put
his
black
cap
on
again
as
he
had
taken
it
off
,
and
resumed
his
own
seat
.
There
was
a
wonderful
air
of
benignity
and
patronage
in
his
manner
.
These
were
the
ceremonies
with
which
he
received
the
collegians
.
‘
You
are
welcome
to
the
Marshalsea
,
sir
.
I
have
welcomed
many
gentlemen
to
these
walls
.
Perhaps
you
are
aware
—
my
daughter
Amy
may
have
mentioned
that
I
am
the
Father
of
this
place
.
’
‘
I
—
so
I
have
understood
,
’
said
Arthur
,
dashing
at
the
assertion
.
‘
You
know
,
I
dare
say
,
that
my
daughter
Amy
was
born
here
.
A
good
girl
,
sir
,
a
dear
girl
,
and
long
a
comfort
and
support
to
me
.
Amy
,
my
dear
,
put
this
dish
on
;
Mr
Clennam
will
excuse
the
primitive
customs
to
which
we
are
reduced
here
.
Is
it
a
compliment
to
ask
you
if
you
would
do
me
the
honour
,
sir
,
to
—
’
‘
Thank
you
,
’
returned
Arthur
.
‘
Not
a
morsel
.
’
He
felt
himself
quite
lost
in
wonder
at
the
manner
of
the
man
,
and
that
the
probability
of
his
daughter
’
s
having
had
a
reserve
as
to
her
family
history
,
should
be
so
far
out
of
his
mind
.
She
filled
his
glass
,
put
all
the
little
matters
on
the
table
ready
to
his
hand
,
and
then
sat
beside
him
while
he
ate
his
supper
.
Evidently
in
observance
of
their
nightly
custom
,
she
put
some
bread
before
herself
,
and
touched
his
glass
with
her
lips
;
but
Arthur
saw
she
was
troubled
and
took
nothing
.
Her
look
at
her
father
,
half
admiring
him
and
proud
of
him
,
half
ashamed
for
him
,
all
devoted
and
loving
,
went
to
his
inmost
heart
.
