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Chapter 31. Closed

           Afteramomentarywhirlintheoutercourt-yard,theprison-dooropened,andshutuponthem.IntheLodge,whichseemedbycontrastwiththeouternoiseaplaceofrefugeandpeace,ayellowlampwasalreadystrivingwiththeprisonshadows.

           ‘Why,John!’saidtheturnkeywhoadmittedthem.‘Whatisit?’

           ‘Nothing,father;onlythisladynotknowingherway,andbeingbadgeredbytheboys.Whodidyouwant,ma’am?’

           ‘MissDorrit.Isshehere?’

           Theyoungmanbecamemoreinterested.‘Yes,sheishere.Whatmightyournamebe?’

           ‘MrsClennam.’

           ‘MrClennam’smother?’askedtheyoungman.

           Shepressedherlipstogether,andhesitated.‘Yes.Shehadbetterbetolditishismother.’

           ‘Yousee,’saidtheyoungman,‘theMarshal’sfamilylivinginthecountryatpresent,theMarshalhasgivenMissDorritoneoftheroomsinhishousetousewhenshelikes.Don’tyouthinkyouhadbettercomeupthere,andletmebringMissDorrit?’

           Shesignifiedherassent,andheunlockedadoorandconductedherupasidestaircaseintoadwelling-houseabove.Heshowedherintoadarkeningroom,andlefther.Theroomlookeddownintothedarkeningprison-yard,withitsinmatesstrollinghereandthere,leaningoutofwindowscommuningasmuchapartastheycouldwithfriendswhoweregoingaway,andgenerallywearingouttheirimprisonmentastheybestmightthatsummerevening.Theairwasheavyandhot;theclosenessoftheplace,oppressive;andfromwithouttherearosearushoffreesounds,likethejarringmemoryofsuchthingsinaheadacheandheartache.

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