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Chapter 31. Spirit

           (Healwaysspokeofhimasanobjectofgreatantiquity,buthewastwoorthreeyearsyoungerthanhimself.)‘Letmesee.YouknowPlornish,Ithink?IthinkmydaughterAmyhasmentionedtomethatyouknowpoorPlornish?’

           ‘Oyes!’saidArthurClennam.

           ‘Well,sir,thisisMrsPlornish’sfather.’

           ‘Indeed?Iamgladtoseehim.’

           ‘Youwouldbemoregladifyouknewhismanygoodqualities,MrClennam.’

           ‘IhopeIshallcometoknowthemthroughknowinghim,’saidArthur,secretlypityingthebowedandsubmissivefigure.

           ‘Itisaholidaywithhim,andhecomestoseehisoldfriends,whoarealwaysgladtoseehim,’observedtheFatheroftheMarshalsea.Thenheaddedbehindhishand,(‘Union,pooroldfellow.Outfortheday.’)

           BythistimeMaggy,quietlyassistedbyherLittleMother,hadspreadtheboard,andtherepastwasready.Itbeinghotweatherandtheprisonveryclose,thewindowwasaswideopenasitcouldbepushed.‘IfMaggywillspreadthatnewspaperonthewindow-sill,mydear,’remarkedtheFathercomplacentlyandinahalfwhispertoLittleDorrit,‘myoldpensionercanhavehisteathere,whilewearehavingours.’

           So,withagulfbetweenhimandthegoodcompanyofaboutafootinwidth,standardmeasure,MrsPlornish’sfatherwashandsomelyregaled.ClennamhadneverseenanythinglikehismagnanimousprotectionbythatotherFather,heoftheMarshalsea;andwaslostinthecontemplationofitsmanywonders.

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