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Mr Chivery, by some artful exercise of his power of clearing the Lodge, had contrived to rid it of all sauntering Collegians; so that Clennam, coming out of the prison, should find him on duty alone. 'I am going over the Bridge. He saw in Mr Chivery, with some astonishment, quite an Allegory of Silence, as he stood with his key on his lips.
It was an affecting illustration of the fallacy of human projects, to behold her lover, with the great hat pulled over his eyes, the velvet collar turned up as if it rained, the plum-coloured coat buttoned to conceal the silken waistcoat of golden sprigs, and the little direction-post pointing inexorably home, creeping along by the worst back-streets, and composing, as he went, the following new inscription for a tombstone in St George's Churchyard: 'Here lie the mortal remains Of JOHN CHIVERY, Never anything worth mentioning, Who died about the end of the year one thousand eight hundred and twenty-six, Of a broken heart, Requesting with his last breath that the word AMY might be inscribed over his ashes, which was accordingly directed to be done, By his afflicted Parents.
These arguments had so powerfully influenced the mind of Mr Chivery, who was a man of few words, that he had on sundry Sunday mornings, given his boy what he termed 'a lucky touch, signifying that he considered such commendation of him to Good Fortune, preparatory to his that day declaring his passion and becoming triumphant.
I only ask you to repose unhesitating trust in me," he said. "Can I do less than that when you are so good?" "Then you will trust me fully? Will have no secret unhappiness or anxiety concealed from me?" "Almost none." But if Arthur Clennam kept silent, Little Dorrit was not without a lover. Years ago young John Chivery, the sentimental son of the turnkey, had eyed her with admiring wonder.
He assured John Chivery when he had returned his handkerchief to his pocket, that he did all honour to his disinterestedness and to the fidelity of his remembrance of Miss Dorrit. As to the impression on his mind, of which he had just relieved it here John interposed, and said, 'No impression! Certainty! as to that, they might perhaps speak of it at another time, but would say no more now.
After this great success, which he supposed to be a failure, he gave them 'Mr Chivery and his brother officers; whom he had beforehand presented with ten pounds each, and who were all in attendance. Mr Chivery spoke to the toast, saying, What you undertake to lock up, lock up; but remember that you are, in the words of the fettered African, a man and a brother ever.
Arthur mentioned his name, and his having promised to call, on the solicitation of Mr Chivery. About something relating to Miss Dorrit, he believed. Mrs Chivery at once laid aside her work, rose up from her seat behind the counter, and deploringly shook her head. 'You may see him now, said she, 'if you'll condescend to take a peep.
Could you by any means find time to look in at that address? handing him a little card, printed for circulation among the connection of Chivery and Co., Tobacconists, Importers of pure Havannah Cigars, Bengal Cheroots, and fine-flavoured Cubas, Dealers in Fancy Snuffs, &C. &C. 'The truth is, it's my wife.
Shaking hands with his brother, and touching his greasy hat to the company in the Lodge, Frederick slowly shuffled out of the door which Mr Chivery unlocked for him. The Father of the Marshalsea showed the amiable solicitude of a superior being that he should come to no harm. 'Be so kind as to keep the door open a moment, Chivery, that I may see him go along the passage and down the steps.
'That, said Mrs Chivery, 'took place on that same day when to this house I see that John with these eyes return. Never been himself in this house since.
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