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Chapter 27. The Pupil of the Marshalsea

           WhyhaveIcultivatedyouinthemannerIhavedonesincethemorning?Onthegroundofyourownmerits?No.They’reverygreat,I’venodoubtatall;butnotonthegroundofthem.Another’smeritshavehadtheirweight,andhavehadfarmoreweightwithMe.Thenwhynotspeakfree?’

           ‘Unaffectedly,John,’saidClennam,‘youaresogoodafellowandIhavesotruearespectforyourcharacter,thatifIhaveappearedtobelesssensiblethanIreallyamofthefactthatthekindservicesyouhaverenderedmeto-dayareattributabletomyhavingbeentrustedbyMissDorritasherfriend—Iconfessittobeafault,andIaskyourforgiveness.’

           ‘Oh!whynot,’Johnrepeatedwithreturningscorn,‘whynotspeakfree!’

           ‘Ideclaretoyou,’returnedArthur,‘thatIdonotunderstandyou.Lookatme.ConsiderthetroubleIhavebeenin.IsitlikelythatIwouldwilfullyaddtomyotherself-reproaches,thatofbeingungratefulortreacheroustoyou.Idonotunderstandyou.’

           John’sincredulousfaceslowlysoftenedintoafaceofdoubt.Herose,backedintothegarret-windowoftheroom,beckonedArthurtocomethere,andstoodlookingathimthoughtfully.

           ‘MrClennam,doyoumeantosaythatyoudon’tknow?’

           ‘What,John?’

           ‘Lord,’saidYoungJohn,appealingwithagasptothespikesonthewall.‘Hesays,What!’

           Clennamlookedatthespikes,andlookedatJohn;andlookedatthespikes,andlookedatJohn.

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