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The night was dark; and the prison lamps in the yard, and the candles in

the prison s faintly shining behind many sorts of wry old curtain

and blind, had not the air of reater part of the population ithin doors The old

ht-hand side of the yard, turned in at the third or

fourth doorway, and began to ascend the stairs 'They are rather dark,

sir, but you will not find anything in the way'

He paused for aa door on the second story He had

no sooner turned the handle than the visitor saw Little Dorrit, and saw

the reason of her setting so ht the meat home that she should have eaten herself, and

was already warridiron over the fire for her father, clad

in an old grey gown and a black cap, awaiting his supper at the table

A clean cloth was spread before hilass, and pewter ale-pot Such zests as his

particular little phial of cayenne pepper and his pennyworth of pickles