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Young John, I am very sorry to have been hasty with you, butha some remembrances are not happy remembrances, andhumyou shouldnt have come. I feel that now, sir, returned John Chivery; but I didnt before, and Heaven knows I meant no harm, sir. No. No, said Mr Dorrit. I amhumsure of that. Ha. Give me your hand, Young John, give me your hand. Young John gave it; but Mr Dorrit had driven his heart out of it, and nothing could change his face now, from its white, shocked look. There! said Mr Dorrit, slowly shaking hands with him. Sit down again, Young John. Thank you, sirbut Id rather stand. Mr Dorrit sat down instead. After painfully holding his head a little while, he turned it to his visitor, and said, with an effort to be easy: And how is your father, Young John? Howhahow are they all, Young John? Thank you, sir, Theyre all pretty well, sir. Theyre not any ways complaining. Hum. You are in yourhaold business I see, John? said Mr Dorrit, with a glance at the offending bundle he had anathematised. Partly, sir. I am in myJohn hesitated a littlefathers business likewise. Oh indeed! said Mr Dorrit. Do youha humgo upon the ha Lock, sir? Yes, sir. Much to do, John? Yes, sir; were pretty heavy at present. I dont know how it is, but we generally are pretty heavy. At this time of the year, Young John? Mostly at all times of the year, sir. I dont know the time that makes much difference to us. I wish you good night, sir. Stay a moment, Johnhastay a moment. Hum. Leave me the cigars, John, Ihabeg. Certainly, sir. John put them, with a trembling hand, on the table. Stay a moment, Young John; stay another moment. It would be ahaa gratification to me to send a littlehumTestimonial, by such a trusty messenger, to be divided amongha humthem them according to their wants. Would you object to take it, John? Not in any ways, sir. Theres many of them, Im sure, that would be the better for it. Thank you, John. IhaIll write it, John. His hand shook so that he was a long time writing it, and wrote it in a tremulous scrawl at last. It was a cheque for one hundred pounds. He folded it up, put it in Young johns hand, and pressed the hand in his. |
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