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Chapter 13. Patriarchal

           Leavinghimselfinthedark,itcouldriseintothelight,seeingitshineonothersandhailingit.

           Therefore,hesatbeforehisdyingfire,sorrowfultothinkuponthewaybywhichhehadcometothatnight,yetnotstrewingpoisononthewaybywhichothermenhadcometoit.Thatheshouldhavemissedsomuch,andathistimeoflifeshouldlooksofarabouthimforanystafftobearhimcompanyuponhisdownwardjourneyandcheerit,wasajustregret.Helookedatthefirefromwhichtheblazedeparted,fromwhichtheafterglowsubsided,inwhichtheashesturnedgrey,fromwhichtheydroppedtodust,andthought,‘HowsoonItooshallpassthroughsuchchanges,andbegone!’

           Toreviewhislifewaslikedescendingagreentreeinfruitandflower,andseeingallthebrancheswitheranddropoff,onebyone,ashecamedowntowardsthem.

           ‘Fromtheunhappysuppressionofmyyoungestdays,throughtherigidandunlovinghomethatfollowedthem,throughmydeparture,mylongexile,myreturn,mymother’swelcome,myintercoursewithhersince,downtotheafternoonofthisdaywithpoorFlora,’saidArthurClennam,‘whathaveIfound!’

           Hisdoorwassoftlyopened,andthesespokenwordsstartledhim,andcameasiftheywereananswer:

           ‘LittleDorrit.’

           

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