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The
Father
of
the
Marshalsea
condescended
towards
his
brother
as
an
amiable
,
well
-
meaning
man
;
a
private
character
,
who
had
not
arrived
at
distinction
.
‘
Frederick
,
’
said
he
,
‘
you
and
Fanny
sup
at
your
lodgings
to
-
night
,
I
know
.
What
have
you
done
with
Fanny
,
Frederick
?
’
‘
She
is
walking
with
Tip
.
’
‘
Tip
—
as
you
may
know
—
is
my
son
,
Mr
Clennam
.
He
has
been
a
little
wild
,
and
difficult
to
settle
,
but
his
introduction
to
the
world
was
rather
’
—
he
shrugged
his
shoulders
with
a
faint
sigh
,
and
looked
round
the
room
—
‘
a
little
adverse
.
Your
first
visit
here
,
sir
?
’
‘
My
first
.
’
‘
You
could
hardly
have
been
here
since
your
boyhood
without
my
knowledge
.
It
very
seldom
happens
that
anybody
—
of
any
pretensions
—
any
pretensions
—
comes
here
without
being
presented
to
me
.
’
‘
As
many
as
forty
or
fifty
in
a
day
have
been
introduced
to
my
brother
,
’
said
Frederick
,
faintly
lighting
up
with
a
ray
of
pride
.
‘
Yes
!
’
the
Father
of
the
Marshalsea
assented
.
‘
We
have
even
exceeded
that
number
.
On
a
fine
Sunday
in
term
time
,
it
is
quite
a
Levee
—
quite
a
Levee
.
Amy
,
my
dear
,
I
have
been
trying
half
the
day
to
remember
the
name
of
the
gentleman
from
Camberwell
who
was
introduced
to
me
last
Christmas
week
by
that
agreeable
coal
-
merchant
who
was
remanded
for
six
months
.
’
‘
I
don
’
t
remember
his
name
,
father
.
’
‘
Frederick
,
do
you
remember
his
name
?
’
