Chapter 30. Closing in

           

           ThelastdayoftheappointedweektouchedthebarsoftheMarshalseagate.Black,allnight,sincethegatehadclasheduponLittleDorrit,itsironstripeswereturnedbytheearly-glowingsunintostripesofgold.Faraslantacrossthecity,overitsjumbledroofs,andthroughtheopentraceryofitschurchtowers,struckthelongbrightrays,barsoftheprisonofthislowerworld.

           Throughoutthedaytheoldhousewithinthegatewayremaineduntroubledbyanyvisitors.But,whenthesunwaslow,threementurnedinatthegatewayandmadeforthedilapidatedhouse.

           Rigaudwasthefirst,andwalkedbyhimselfsmoking.MrBaptistwasthesecond,andjoggedcloseafterhim,lookingatnootherobject.MrPanckswasthethird,andcarriedhishatunderhisarmfortheliberationofhisrestivehair;theweatherbeingextremelyhot.Theyallcametogetheratthedoor-steps.

           ‘Youpairofmadmen!’saidRigaud,facingabout.‘Don’tgoyet!’

           ‘Wedon’tmeanto,’saidMrPancks.

           Givinghimadarkglanceinacknowledgmentofhisanswer,Rigaudknockedloudly.Hehadchargedhimselfwithdrink,fortheplayingoutofhisgame,andwasimpatienttobegin.Hehadhardlyfinishedonelongresoundingknock,whenheturnedtotheknockeragainandbegananother.ThatwasnotyetfinishedwhenJeremiahFlintwinchopenedthedoor,andtheyallclankedintothestonehall.Rigaud,thrustingMrFlintwinchaside,proceededstraightup-stairs.Histwoattendantsfollowedhim,MrFlintwinchfollowedthem,andtheyallcametroopingintoMrsClennam’squietroom.

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