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quiet　in　the　prison；　were　a　warning　to　depart；　and　with　a　few　hurried
words　of　kindness　he　left　her　gliding　back　to　her　father。

But　he　remained　too　late。　The　inner　gate　was　locked；　and　the　lodge
closed。　After　a　little　fruitless　knocking　with　his　hand；　he　was　standing
there　with　the　disagreeable　conviction　upon　him　that　he　had　got　to　get
through　the　night；　when　a　voice　accosted　him　from　behind。

'Caught；　eh？'　said　the　voice。　'You　won't　go　home　till　morning。　Oh！　It's
you；　is　it；　Mr　Clennam？'

The　voice　was　Tip's；　and　they　stood　looking　at　one　another　in　the
prison…yard；　as　it　began　to　rain。


'You've　done　it；'　observed　Tip；　'you　must　be　sharper　than　that　next
time。'

'But　you　are　locked　in　too；'　said　Arthur。

'I　believe　I　am！'　said　Tip；　sarcastically。　'About！　But　not　in　your　way。
I　belong　to　the　shop；　only　my　sister　has　a　theory　that　our　governor　must
never　know　it。　I　don't　see　why；　myself。'

'Can　I　get　any　shelter？'　asked　Arthur。　'What　had　I　better　do？'

'We　had　better　get　hold　of　Amy　first　of　all；'　said　Tip；　referring　any
difficulty　to　her　as　a　matter　of　course。

'I　would　rather　walk　about　all　night……it's　not　much　to　do……than　give
that　trouble。'

'You　needn't　do　that；　if　you　don't　mind　paying　for　a　bed。　If　you　don't
mind　paying；　they'll　make　you　up　one　on　the　Snuggery　table；　under　the
circumstances。　If　you'll　e　along；　I'll　introduce　you　there。'

As　they　passed　down　the　yard；　Arthur　looked　up　at　the　window　of　the　room
he　had　lately　left；　where　the　light　was　still　burning。　'Yes；　sir；'　said
Tip；　following　his　glance。　'That's　the　governor's。　She'll　sit　with　him
for　another　hour　reading　yesterday's　paper　to　him；　or　something　of　that
sort；　and　then　she'll　e　out　like　a　little　ghost；　and　vanish　away
without　a　sound。'

'I　don't　understand　you。'

'The　governor　sleeps　up　in　the　room；　and　she　has　a　lodging　at　the
turnkey's。　First　house　there；'　said　Tip；　pointing　out　the　doorway　into
which　she　had　retired。　'First　house；　sky　parlour。　She　pays　twice　as　much
for　it　as　she　would　for　one　twice　as　good　outside。　But　she　stands　by　the
governor；　poor　dear　girl；　day　and　night。'

This　brought　them　to　the　tavern…establishment　at　the　upper　end　of　the
prison；　where　the　collegians　had　just　vacated　their　social　evening　club。
The　apartment　on　the　ground…floor　in　which　it　was　held；　was　the　Snuggery
in　question；　the　presidential　tribune　of　the　chairman；　the　pewter…pots；
glasses；　pipes；　tobacco…ashes；　and　general　flavour　of　members；　were
still　as　that　convivial　institution　had　left　them　on　its　adjournment。
The　Snuggery　had　two　of　the　qualities　popularly　held　to　be　essential　to
grog　for　ladies；　in　respect　that　it　was　hot　and　strong；　but　in　the　third
point　of　analogy；　requiring　plenty　of　it；　the　Snuggery　was　defective；
being　but　a　cooped…up　apartment。

The　unaccustomed　visitor　from　outside；　naturally　assumed　everybody　here
to　be　prisoners……landlord；　waiter；　barmaid；　potboy；　and　all。　Whether
they　were　or　not；　did　not　appear；　but　they　all　had　a　weedy　look。　The
keeper　of　a　chandler's　shop　in　a　front　parlour；　who　took　in　gentlemen
boarders；　lent　his　assistance　in　making　the　bed。　He　had　been　a　tailor　in
his　time；　and　had　kept　a　phaeton；　he　said。　He　boasted　that　he　stood　up
litigiously　for　the　interests　of　the　college；　and　he　had　undefined　and
undefinable　ideas　that　the　marshal　intercepted　a　'Fund；'　which　ought　to
e　to　the　collegians。　He　liked　to　believe　this；　and　always　impressed
the　shadowy　grievance　on　new…ers　and　strangers；　though　he　could　not；
for　his　life；　have　explained　what　Fund　he　meant；　or　how　the　notion　had
got　rooted　in　his　soul。　He　had　fully　convinced　himself；　notwithstanding；
that　his　own　proper　share　of　the　Fund　was　three　and　ninepence　a　week；
and　that　in　this　amount　he；　as　an　individual　collegian；　was　swindled　by
the　marshal；　regularly　every　Monday。　Apparently；　he　helped　to　make　the
bed；　that　he　might　not　lose　an　opportunity　of　stating　this　case；　after
which　unloading　of　his　mind；　and　after　announcing　（as　it　seemed　he
always　did；　without　anything　ing　of　it）　that　he　was　going　to　write　a
letter　to　the　papers　and　show　the　marshal　up；　he　fell　into　miscellaneous
conversation　with　the　rest。　It　was　evident　from　the　general　tone　of　the
whole　party；　that　they　had　e　to　regard　insolvency　as　the　normal　state
of　mankind；　and　the　payment　of　debts　as　a　disease　that　occasionally
broke　out。　In　this　strange　scene；　and　with　these　strange　spectres
flitting　about　him；　Arthur　Clennam　looked　on　at　the　preparations　as　if
they　were　part　of　a　dream。　Pending　which；　the　long…initiated　Tip；　with
an　awful　enjoyment　of　the　Snuggery's　resources；　pointed　out　the　mon
kitchen　fire　maintained　by　subscription　of　collegians；　the　boiler　for
hot　water　supported　in　like　manner；　and　other　premises　generally　tending
to　the　deduction　that　the　way　to　be　healthy；　wealthy；　and　wise；　was　to
e　to　the　Marshalsea。

The　two　tables　put　together　in　a　corner；　were；　at　length；　converted　into
a　very　fair　bed；　and　the　stranger　was　left　to　the　Windsor　chairs；
the　presidential　tribune；　the　beery　atmosphere；　sawdust；　pipe…lights；
spittoons　and　repose。　But　the　last　item　was　long；　long；　long；　in　linking
itself　to　the　rest。　The　novelty　of　the　place；　the　ing　upon　it　without
preparation；　the　sense　of　being　locked　up；　the　remembrance　of　that　room
up…stairs；　of　the　two　brothers；　and　above　all　of　the　retiring　childish
form；　and　the　face　in　which　he　now　saw　years　of　insufficient　food；　if
not　of　want；　kept　him　waking　and　unhappy。

Speculations；　too；　bearing　the　strangest　relations　towards　the　prison；
but　always　concerning　the　prison；　ran　like　nightmares　through　his　mind
while　he　lay　awake。　Whether　coffins　were　kept　ready　for　people　who　might
die　there；　where　they　were　kept；　how　they　were　kept；　where　people　who
died　in　the　prison　were　buried；　how　they　were　taken　out；　what　forms　were
observed；　whether　an　implacable　creditor　could　arrest　the　dead？　As　to
escaping；　what　chances　there　were　of　escape？　Whether　a　prisoner　could
scale　the　walls　with　a　cord　and　grapple；　how　he　would　descend　upon
the　other　side？　whether　he　could　alight　on　a　housetop；　steal　down　a
staircase；　let　himself　out　at　a　door；　and　get　lost　in　the　crowd？　As　to
Fire　in　the　prison；　if　one　were　to　break　out　while　he　lay　there？

And　these　involuntary　starts　of　fancy　were；　after　all；　but　the　setting
of　a　picture　in　which　three　people　kept　before　him。　His　father；　with　the
steadfast　look　with　which　he　had　died；　prophetically　darkened　forth　in
the　portrait；　his　mother；　with　her　arm　up；　warding　off　his　suspicion；
Little　Dorrit；　with　her　hand　on　the　degraded　arm；　and　her　drooping　head
turned　away。

What　if　his　mother　had　an　old　reason　she　well　knew　for　softening　to
this　poor　girl！　What　if　the　prisoner　now　sleeping　quietly……Heaven　grant
it！……by　the　light　of　the　great　Day　of　judgment　should　trace　back　his
fall　to　her。　What　if　any　act　of　hers　and　of　his　father's；　should　have
even　remotely　brought　the　grey　heads　of　those　two　brothers　so　low！

A　swift　thought　shot　into　his　mind。　In　that　long　imprisonment　here；　and
in　her　own　long　confinement　to　her　room；　did　his　mother　find　a　balance
to　be　struck？　'I　admit　that　I　was　accessory　to　that　man's　captivity。　I
have　suffered　for　it　in　kind。　He　has　decayed　in　his　prison：　I　in　mine。　I
have　paid　the　penalty。'

When　all　the　other　thoughts　had　faded　out；　this　one　held　possession
of　him。　When　he　fell　asleep；　she　came　before　him　in　her　wheeled　chair；
warding　him　off　with　this　justification。　When　he　awoke；　and　sprang　up
causelessly　frightened；　the　words　were　in　his　ears；　as　if　her　voice　had
slowly　spoken　them　at　his　pillow；　to　break　his　rest：　'He　withers　away　in
his　prison；　I　wither　away　in　mine；　inexorable　justice　is　done；　what　do　I
owe　on　this　score！'




CHAPTER　9。　Little　Mother


The　morning　light　was　in　no　hurry　to　climb　the　prison　wall　and　look　in
at　the　Snuggery　windows；　and　when　it　did　e；　it　would　have　been　more
wele　if　it　had　e　alone；　instead　of　bringing　a　rush　of　rain　with
it。　But　the　equinoctial　gales　were　blowing　out　at　sea；　and　the　impartial
south…west　wind；　in　its　flight；　would　not　neglect　even　the　narrow
Marshalsea。　While　it　roared　through　the　steeple　of　St　George's　Church；
and　twirled　all　the　cowls　in　the　neighbourhood；　it　made　a　swoop　to　beat
the　Southwark　smoke　into　the　jail；　and；　plunging　down　the　chimneys
of　the　few　early　collegians　who　were　yet　lighting　their　fires；　half
suffocated　them。　Arthur　Clennam　would　have　been　little　disposed　to
linger　in　bed；　though　his　bed　had　been　in　a　more　private　situation；　and
less　affected　by　the　raking　out　of　yesterday's　fire；　the　kindling　of
to…day's　under　the　collegiate　boiler；　the　filling　of　that　Spartan　vessel
at　the　pump；　the　sweeping　and　sawdusting　of　the　mon　room；　and　other
such　preparations。　Heartily　glad　to　see　the　morning；　though　little
rested　by　the　night；　he　turned　out　as　soon　as　he　could　distinguish
objects　about　him；　and　paced　the　yard　for　two　heavy　hours　before　the
gate　was　opened。

The　walls　were　so　near　to　one　another；　and　the　wild　clouds　hurried
over　them　so　fast；　that　it　gave　him　a　sensation　like　the　beginning　of
sea…sickness　to　look　up　at　the　gusty　sky。　The　rain；　carried　aslant　by
flaws　of　wind；　blackened　that　side　of　the　central　building　which　he　had
visited　last　night；　but　left　a　narrow　dry　trough　under　the　lee　of　the
wall；　where　he　walked　up　and　down　among　the　waits　of　straw　and　dust
and　paper；　the　waste　droppings　of　the　pump；　and　the　stray　leaves　of
yesterday's　greens。　It　was　as　haggard　a　view　of　life　as　a　man　need　look
upon。

Nor　was　it　relieved　by　any　glimpse　of　the　little　creature　who　had
brought　him　there。　Perhaps　she　glided　out　of　her　doorway　and　in　at　that
where　her　father　lived；　while　his　face　was　turned　from　both；　but　he　saw
nothing　of　her。　It　was　too　early　for　her　brother；　to　have　seen　him　once；
was　to　have　seen　enough　of　him　to　know　that　he　would　be　sluggish　to
leave　whatever　frowsy　bed　he　occupied　at　night；　so；　as　Arthur　Clennam
walked　up　and　down；　waiting　for　the　gate　to　open；　he　cast　about　in
his　mind　for　future　rather　than　for　present　means　of　pursuing　his
discoveries。

At　last　the　lodge…gate　turned；　and　the　turnkey；　standing　on　the　step；
taking　an　early　b　at　his　hair；　was　ready　to　let　him　out。　With　a
joyful　sense　of　release　he　passed　through　the　lodge；　and　found　himself
again　in　the　little　outer　court…yard　where　he　had　spoken　to　the　brother
last　night。

There　was　a　string　of　people　already　straggling　in；　whom　it　was　not
difficult　to　identify　as　the　nondescript　messengers；　go…betweens；　and
errand…bearers　of　the　place。　Some　of　them　had　been　lounging　in　the　rain
until　the　gate　should　open；　others；　who　had　timed　their　arrival
with　greater　nicety；　were　ing　up　now；　and　passing　in　with　damp
whitey…brown　paper　bags　from　the　grocers；　loaves　of　bread；　lumps　of
butter；　eggs；　milk；　and　the　like。　The　shabbiness　of　these　attendants
upon　shabbiness；　the　poverty　of　these　insolvent　waiters　upon　insolvency；
was　a　sight　to　see。　Such　threadbare　coats　and　trousers；　such　fusty　gowns
and　shawls；　such　squashed　hats　and　bons；　such　boots　and　shoes；　such
umbrellas　and　walking…sticks；　never　were　seen　in　Rag　Fair。　All　of
them　wore　the　cast…off　clothes　of　other　men　and　women；　were　made　up　of
patches　and　pieces　of　other　people's　individuality；　and　had　no　sartorial
existence　of　their　own　proper。　Their　walk　was　the　walk　of　a　race　apart。
They　had　a　peculiar　way　of　doggedly　slinking　round　the　corner；　as　if
they　were　eternally　going　to　the　pawnbroker's。　When　they　coughed；　they
coughed　like　people　accustomed　to　be　forgotten　on　doorsteps　and　in
draughty　passages；　waiting　for　answers　to　letters　in　faded　ink；　which
gave　the　recipients　of　those　manuscripts　great　mental　disturbance　and　no
satisfaction。　As　they　eyed　the　stranger　in　passing；　they　eyed　him　with
borrowing　eyes……hungry；　sharp；　speculative　as　to　his　softness　if　they
were　accredited　to　him；　and　the　likelihood　of　his　standing　something
handsome。　Mendicity　on　mission　stooped　in　their　high　shoulders；
shambled　in　their　unsteady　legs；　buttoned　and　pinned　and　darned　and
dragged　their　clothes；　frayed　their　button…holes；　leaked　out　of　their
figures　in　dirty　little　ends　of　tape；　and　issued　from　their　mouths　in
alcoholic　breathings。

As　these　people　passed　him　standing　still　in　the　court…yard；　and　one　of
them　turned　back　to　inquire　if　he　could　assist　him　with　his　services；
it　came　into　Arthur　Clennam's　mind　that　he　would　speak　to　Little　Dorrit
again　before　he　went　away。　She　would　have　recovered　her　first　surprise；
and　might　feel　easier　with　him。　He　asked　this　member　of　the　fraternity
（who　had　two　red　herrings　in　his　hand；　and　a　loaf　and　a　blacking　brush
under　his　arm）；　where　was　the　nearest　place　to　get　a　cup　of　coffee
at。　The　nondescript　replied　in　encouraging　terms；　and　brought　him　to　a
coffee…shop　in　the　street　within　a　stone's　throw。

'Do　you　know　Miss　Dorrit？'　asked　the　new　client。

The　nondescript　knew　two　Miss　Dorrits；　one　who　was　born　inside……That　was
the　one！　That　was　the　one？　The　nondescript　had　known　her　many　years。
In　regard　of　the　other　Miss　Dorrit；　the　nondescript　lodged　in　the　same
house　with　herself　and　uncle。

This　changed　the　client's　half…formed　design　of　remaining　at　the
coffee…shop　until　the　nondescript　should　bring　him　word　that　Dorrit
had　issued　forth　into　the　street。　He　entrusted　the　nondescript　with　a
confidential　message　to　her；　importing　that　the　visitor　who　had　waited
on　her　father　last　night；　begged　the　favour　of　a　few　words　with　her　at
her　uncle's　lodging；　he　obtained　from　the　same　source　full　directions　to
the　house；　which　was　very　near；　dismissed　the　nondescript　gratified　with
half…a…crown；　and　having　hastily　refreshed　himself　at　the　coffee…shop；
repaired　with　all　speed　to　the　clario…player's　dwelling。

There　were　so　many　lodgers　in　this　house　that　the　doorpost　seemed　to　be
as　full　of　bell…handles　as　a　cathedral　organ　is　of　stops。　Doubtful
which　might　be　the　clario…stop；　he　was　considering　the　point；　when　a
shuttlecock　flew　out　of　the　parlour　window；　and　alighted　on　his　hat。
He　then　observed　that　in　the　parlour　window　was　a　blind　with　the
inscription；　MR　CRIPPLES's　ACADEMY；　also　in　another　line；　EVENING
TUITION；　and　behind　the　blind　was　a　little　white…faced　boy；　with　a　slice
of　bread…and…butter　and　a　battledore。

The　window　being　accessible　from　the　footway；　he　looked　in　over　the
blind；　returned　the　shuttlecock；　and　put　his　question。

'Dorrit？'　said　the　little　white…faced　boy　（Master　Cripples　in　fact）。　'Mr
Dorrit？　Third　bell　and　one　knock。'　The　pupils　of　Mr　Cripples　appeared　to
have　been　making　a　copy…book　of　the　street…door；　it　was　so　extensively
scribbled　over　in　pencil。

The　frequency　of　the　inscriptions；　'Old　Dorrit；'　and　'Dirty　Dick；'
in　bination；　suggested　intentions　of　personality　on　the　part　Of
Mr　Cripples's　pupils。　There　was　ample　time　to　make　these　observations
before　the　door　was　opened　by　the　poor　old　man　himself。

'Ha！'　said　he；　very　slowly　remembering　Arthur；　'you　were　shut　in　last
night？'

'Yes；　Mr　Dorrit。　I　hope　to　meet　your　niece　here　presently。'

'Oh！'　said　he；　pondering。　'Out　of　my　brother's　way？　True。　Would　you　e
up…stairs　and　wait　for　her？'

'Thank　you。'

Turning　himself　as　slowly　as　he　turned　in　his　mind　whatever　he　heard　or
said；　he　led　the　way