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‘
I
only
want
my
clean
dress
from
Amy
,
father
,
’
said
the
second
girl
.
‘
And
I
my
clothes
,
’
said
Tip
.
Amy
opened
a
drawer
in
an
old
piece
of
furniture
that
was
a
chest
of
drawers
above
and
a
bedstead
below
,
and
produced
two
little
bundles
,
which
she
handed
to
her
brother
and
sister
.
‘
Mended
and
made
up
?
’
Clennam
heard
the
sister
ask
in
a
whisper
.
To
which
Amy
answered
‘
Yes
.
’
He
had
risen
now
,
and
took
the
opportunity
of
glancing
round
the
room
.
The
bare
walls
had
been
coloured
green
,
evidently
by
an
unskilled
hand
,
and
were
poorly
decorated
with
a
few
prints
.
The
window
was
curtained
,
and
the
floor
carpeted
;
and
there
were
shelves
and
pegs
,
and
other
such
conveniences
,
that
had
accumulated
in
the
course
of
years
.
It
was
a
close
,
confined
room
,
poorly
furnished
;
and
the
chimney
smoked
to
boot
,
or
the
tin
screen
at
the
top
of
the
fireplace
was
superfluous
;
but
constant
pains
and
care
had
made
it
neat
,
and
even
,
after
its
kind
,
comfortable
.
All
the
while
the
bell
was
ringing
,
and
the
uncle
was
anxious
to
go
.
‘
Come
,
Fanny
,
come
,
Fanny
,
’
he
said
,
with
his
ragged
clarionet
case
under
his
arm
;
‘
the
lock
,
child
,
the
lock
!
’
Fanny
bade
her
father
good
night
,
and
whisked
off
airily
.
Tip
had
already
clattered
down
-
stairs
.
‘
Now
,
Mr
Clennam
,
’
said
the
uncle
,
looking
back
as
he
shuffled
out
after
them
,
‘
the
lock
,
sir
,
the
lock
.
’
Mr
Clennam
had
two
things
to
do
before
he
followed
;
one
,
to
offer
his
testimonial
to
the
Father
of
the
Marshalsea
,
without
giving
pain
to
his
child
;
the
other
to
say
something
to
that
child
,
though
it
were
but
a
word
,
in
explanation
of
his
having
come
there
.
‘
Allow
me
,
’
said
the
Father
,
‘
to
see
you
down
-
stairs
.
’
She
had
slipped
out
after
the
rest
,
and
they
were
alone
.
‘
Not
on
any
account
,
’
said
the
visitor
,
hurriedly
.
‘
Pray
allow
me
to
—
’
chink
,
chink
,
chink
.
‘
Mr
Clennam
,
’
said
the
Father
,
‘
I
am
deeply
,
deeply
—
’
But
his
visitor
had
shut
up
his
hand
to
stop
the
clinking
,
and
had
gone
down
-
stairs
with
great
speed
.
