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‘
Were
you
ever
there
?
’
‘
Oh
no
!
Only
into
the
kitchen
to
fetch
hot
water
.
’
To
think
of
growing
up
with
a
kind
of
awe
upon
one
as
to
the
luxuries
of
that
superb
establishment
,
the
Marshalsea
Hotel
!
‘
I
asked
you
last
night
,
’
said
Clennam
,
‘
how
you
had
become
acquainted
with
my
mother
.
Did
you
ever
hear
her
name
before
she
sent
for
you
?
’
‘
No
,
sir
.
’
‘
Do
you
think
your
father
ever
did
?
’
‘
No
,
sir
.
’
He
met
her
eyes
raised
to
his
with
so
much
wonder
in
them
(
she
was
scared
when
the
encounter
took
place
,
and
shrunk
away
again
)
,
that
he
felt
it
necessary
to
say
:
‘
I
have
a
reason
for
asking
,
which
I
cannot
very
well
explain
;
but
you
must
,
on
no
account
,
suppose
it
to
be
of
a
nature
to
cause
you
the
least
alarm
or
anxiety
.
Quite
the
reverse
.
And
you
think
that
at
no
time
of
your
father
’
s
life
was
my
name
of
Clennam
ever
familiar
to
him
?
’
