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Chapter 27. The Pupil of the Marshalsea

           

           Itwassolikehandinggreenmeatintothecageofadullimprisonedbird,andJohnhadsoevidentlybroughtthelittlebasketasahandfuloffreshrelieffromthestalehotpaving-stonesandbricksofthejail,thatClennamsaid,withasmile,‘Itwasverykindofyoutothinkofputtingthisbetweenthewires;butIcannotevengetthisdownto-day.’

           Asifthedifficultywerecontagious,YoungJohnsoonpushedawayhisownplate,andfelltofoldingthecabbage-leafthathadcontainedtheham.Whenhehadfoldeditintoanumberoflayers,oneoveranother,sothatitwassmallinthepalmofhishand,hebegantoflattenitbetweenbothhishands,andtoeyeClennamattentively.

           ‘Iwonder,’heatlengthsaid,compressinghisgreenpacketwithsomeforce,‘thatifit’snotworthyourwhiletotakecareofyourselfforyourownsake,it’snotworthdoingforsomeoneelse’s.’

           ‘Truly,’returnedArthur,withasighandasmile,‘Idon’tknowforwhose.’

           ‘MrClennam,’saidJohn,warmly,‘Iamsurprisedthatagentlemanwhoiscapableofthestraightforwardnessthatyouarecapableof,shouldbecapableofthemeanactionofmakingmesuchananswer.MrClennam,Iamsurprisedthatagentlemanwhoiscapableofhavingaheartofhisown,shouldbecapableoftheheartlessnessoftreatingmineinthatway.Iamastonishedatit,sir.

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