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Chapter 19. The Father of the Marshalsea in two or three Relations

           Gentlemen,Godblessyou!

           SuchwasthehomilywithwhichheimprovedandpointedtheoccasiontothecompanyintheLodgebeforeturningintothesallowyardagain,andgoingwithhisownpoorshabbydignitypasttheCollegianinthedressing-gownwhohadnocoat,andpasttheCollegianinthesea-sideslipperswhohadnoshoes,andpastthestoutgreengrocerCollegianinthecorduroyknee-breecheswhohadnocares,andpasttheleanclerkCollegianinbuttonlessblackwhohadnohopes,uphisownpoorshabbystaircasetohisownpoorshabbyroom.

           There,thetablewaslaidforhissupper,andhisoldgreygownwasreadyforhimonhischair-backatthefire.Hisdaughterputherlittleprayer-bookinherpocket—hadshebeenprayingforpityonallprisonersandcaptives!—androsetowelcomehim.

           Unclehadgonehome,then?sheaskedhim,asshechangedhiscoatandgavehimhisblackvelvetcap.Yes,unclehadgonehome.Hadherfatherenjoyedhiswalk?Why,notmuch,Amy;notmuch.No!Didhenotfeelquitewell?

           Asshestoodbehindhim,leaningoverhischairsolovingly,helookedwithdowncasteyesatthefire.Anuneasinessstoleoverhimthatwaslikeatouchofshame;andwhenhespoke,ashepresentlydid,itwasinanunconnectedandembarrassedmanner.

           ‘Something,I—hem!—Idon’tknowwhat,hasgonewrongwithChivery.Heisnot—ha!—notnearlysoobligingandattentiveasusualto-night.It—hem!—it’salittlething,butitputsmeout,mylove.

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