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Arthur
fancied
that
he
heard
in
these
praises
a
certain
tone
of
custom
,
which
he
had
heard
from
the
father
last
night
with
an
inward
protest
and
feeling
of
antagonism
.
It
was
not
that
they
stinted
her
praises
,
or
were
insensible
to
what
she
did
for
them
;
but
that
they
were
lazily
habituated
to
her
,
as
they
were
to
all
the
rest
of
their
condition
.
He
fancied
that
although
they
had
before
them
,
every
day
,
the
means
of
comparison
between
her
and
one
another
and
themselves
,
they
regarded
her
as
being
in
her
necessary
place
;
as
holding
a
position
towards
them
all
which
belonged
to
her
,
like
her
name
or
her
age
.
He
fancied
that
they
viewed
her
,
not
as
having
risen
away
from
the
prison
atmosphere
,
but
as
appertaining
to
it
;
as
being
vaguely
what
they
had
a
right
to
expect
,
and
nothing
more
.
Her
uncle
resumed
his
breakfast
,
and
was
munching
toast
sopped
in
coffee
,
oblivious
of
his
guest
,
when
the
third
bell
rang
.
That
was
Amy
,
he
said
,
and
went
down
to
let
her
in
;
leaving
the
visitor
with
as
vivid
a
picture
on
his
mind
of
his
begrimed
hands
,
dirt
-
worn
face
,
and
decayed
figure
,
as
if
he
were
still
drooping
in
his
chair
.
She
came
up
after
him
,
in
the
usual
plain
dress
,
and
with
the
usual
timid
manner
.
Her
lips
were
a
little
parted
,
as
if
her
heart
beat
faster
than
usual
.
‘
Mr
Clennam
,
Amy
,
’
said
her
uncle
,
‘
has
been
expecting
you
some
time
.
’
‘
I
took
the
liberty
of
sending
you
a
message
.
’
‘
I
received
the
message
,
sir
.
’
‘
Are
you
going
to
my
mother
’
s
this
morning
?
I
think
not
,
for
it
is
past
your
usual
hour
.
’
‘
Not
to
-
day
,
sir
.
I
am
not
wanted
to
-
day
.
’
‘
Will
you
allow
Me
to
walk
a
little
way
in
whatever
direction
you
may
be
going
?
I
can
then
speak
to
you
as
we
walk
,
both
without
detaining
you
here
,
and
without
intruding
longer
here
myself
.
’
