Chapter 19. The Storming of the Castle in the Air

           

           Thesunhadgonedownfullfourhours,anditwaslaterthanmosttravellerswouldlikeittobeforfindingthemselvesoutsidethewallsofRome,whenMrDorrit’scarriage,stillonitslastwearisomestage,rattledoverthesolitaryCampagna.Thesavageherdsmenandthefierce-lookingpeasantswhohadchequeredthewaywhilethelightlasted,hadallgonedownwiththesun,andleftthewildernessblank.Atsometurnsoftheroad,apaleflareonthehorizon,likeanexhalationfromtheruin-sownland,showedthatthecitywasyetfaroff;butthispoorreliefwasrareandshort-lived.Thecarriagedippeddownagainintoahollowoftheblackdrysea,andforalongtimetherewasnothingvisiblesaveitspetrifiedswellandthegloomysky.

           MrDorrit,thoughhehadhiscastle-buildingtoengagehismind,couldnotbequiteeasyinthatdesolateplace.Hewasfarmorecurious,ineveryswerveofthecarriage,andeverycryofthepostilions,thanhehadbeensincehequittedLondon.Thevaletontheboxevidentlyquaked.TheCourierintherumblewasnotaltogethercomfortableinhismind.AsoftenasMrDorritletdowntheglassandlookedbackathim(whichwasveryoften),hesawhimsmokingJohnChiveryout,itistrue,butstillgenerallystandingupthewhileandlookingabouthim,likeamanwhohadhissuspicions,andkeptuponhisguard.ThenwouldMrDorrit,pullinguptheglassagain,reflectthatthosepostilionswerecut-throatlookingfellows,andthathewouldhavedonebettertohavesleptatCivitaVecchia,andhavestartedbetimesinthemorning.

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