The clarionet had been lamenting most pathetically during this dialogue,

but was cut short now by Fanny's announcement that it was time to go;

which she conveyed to her uncle by shutting up his scrap of music, and

taking the clarionet out of his mouth.

Little Dorrit parted from them at the door, and hastened back to the

Marshalsea. It fell dark there sooner than elsewhere, and going into it

that evening was like going into a deep trench. The shadow of the wall

was on every object. Not least upon the figure in the old grey gown and

the black velvet cap, as it turned towards her when she opened the door

of the dim room. 'Why not upon me too!' thought Little Dorrit, with the door Yet in her

hand. 'It was not unreasonable in Fanny.'




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