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‘
Thank
you
.
’
Turning
himself
as
slowly
as
he
turned
in
his
mind
whatever
he
heard
or
said
,
he
led
the
way
up
the
narrow
stairs
.
The
house
was
very
close
,
and
had
an
unwholesome
smell
.
The
little
staircase
windows
looked
in
at
the
back
windows
of
other
houses
as
unwholesome
as
itself
,
with
poles
and
lines
thrust
out
of
them
,
on
which
unsightly
linen
hung
;
as
if
the
inhabitants
were
angling
for
clothes
,
and
had
had
some
wretched
bites
not
worth
attending
to
.
In
the
back
garret
—
a
sickly
room
,
with
a
turn
-
up
bedstead
in
it
,
so
hastily
and
recently
turned
up
that
the
blankets
were
boiling
over
,
as
it
were
,
and
keeping
the
lid
open
—
a
half
-
finished
breakfast
of
coffee
and
toast
for
two
persons
was
jumbled
down
anyhow
on
a
rickety
table
.
There
was
no
one
there
.
The
old
man
mumbling
to
himself
,
after
some
consideration
,
that
Fanny
had
run
away
,
went
to
the
next
room
to
fetch
her
back
.
The
visitor
,
observing
that
she
held
the
door
on
the
inside
,
and
that
,
when
the
uncle
tried
to
open
it
,
there
was
a
sharp
adjuration
of
‘
Don
’
t
,
stupid
!
’
and
an
appearance
of
loose
stocking
and
flannel
,
concluded
that
the
young
lady
was
in
an
undress
.
The
uncle
,
without
appearing
to
come
to
any
conclusion
,
shuffled
in
again
,
sat
down
in
his
chair
,
and
began
warming
his
hands
at
the
fire
;
not
that
it
was
cold
,
or
that
he
had
any
waking
idea
whether
it
was
or
not
.
‘
What
did
you
think
of
my
brother
,
sir
?
’
he
asked
,
when
he
by
-
and
-
by
discovered
what
he
was
doing
,
left
off
,
reached
over
to
the
chimney
-
piece
,
and
took
his
clarionet
case
down
.
‘
I
was
glad
,
’
said
Arthur
,
very
much
at
a
loss
,
for
his
thoughts
were
on
the
brother
before
him
;
‘
to
find
him
so
well
and
cheerful
.
’
‘
Ha
!
’
muttered
the
old
man
,
‘
yes
,
yes
,
yes
,
yes
,
yes
!
’
Arthur
wondered
what
he
could
possibly
want
with
the
clarionet
case
.
He
did
not
want
it
at
all
.
He
discovered
,
in
due
time
,
that
it
was
not
the
little
paper
of
snuff
(
which
was
also
on
the
chimney
-
piece
)
,
put
it
back
again
,
took
down
the
snuff
instead
,
and
solaced
himself
with
a
pinch
.
He
was
as
feeble
,
spare
,
and
slow
in
his
pinches
as
in
everything
else
,
but
a
certain
little
trickling
of
enjoyment
of
them
played
in
the
poor
worn
nerves
about
the
corners
of
his
eyes
and
mouth
.
‘
Amy
,
Mr
Clennam
.
What
do
you
think
of
her
?
’
‘
I
am
much
impressed
,
Mr
Dorrit
,
by
all
that
I
have
seen
of
her
and
thought
of
her
.
’
‘
My
brother
would
have
been
quite
lost
without
Amy
,
’
he
returned
.
‘
We
should
all
have
been
lost
without
Amy
.
She
is
a
very
good
girl
,
Amy
.
She
does
her
duty
.
’
