Little Dorrit Vol.1 f.034 recto

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Arthur followed him [???? ??? ??????? the ????] up the staircase, which was pannelled pannelled off into spaces like so many mourning tablets, [in the ??? ??] into a
[?????????? ??] dim [?????] bed-chamber bedchamber the floor of which had gradually so sunk and settled, that the fire-place was in a dell. On a [????.] black bier-like sofa [??? a ???] in this hollow, propped up with {??? ????]
[???? and ??????] behind with one great angular black bolster [???? ????] bolster, like the block at a state execution in the
good old times, sat his mother [?????] in a widow’s dress.

She and his father had been at variance from his earliest remembrance. To sit speechless himself in the midst of rigid silence, glancing in dread from the one averted face to the other, had been the peacefullest occupation of his childhood.

She kissed him [????] gave him one glassy kiss, and four stiff fingers muffled in [?????] worsted [???]. This embrace concluded, he sat down on the [???] opposite side of
her little table. [*] There was a fire in the grate, as there had been night and day for fifteen years. There was a [????] kettle on the hob, as there had been
night and day for [????] fifteen years. There was a mess [???] little mound of damped ashes on the top of the fire, and another little mound swept
together [??? the back of under the grate, as there had been night and day for fifteen years. There was a
smell suffocating of black dye in the airless room, which the fire had been drawing out of the crape and stuff of the [????] widow’s [????]dress for fifteen months, and out of the bier-like sofa for fifteen years.

“Mother, this is a change from your old active habits.”

“The world has narrowed to these dimensions, Arthur,” she replied, glancing round the room. “It is well for me that I never set my heart upon its hollow vanities.”

The old influence of her presence and her stern strong voice, so gathered about her son, that he felt conscious of a renewal of the timid chill and reserve of his childhood.

“Do you never leave your room, mother?”

“What with my rheumatic affection, and what with its attendant debility or nervous weakness—names are of no matter now—I have lost the use of my limbs. I never leave my room. I have not been outside this door for—tell him for how long,” she said, speaking over her shoulder.

“A dozen year next Christmas,” returned a cracked voice out of the dimness behind.

“Is that Affery?” said Arthur, looking towards it.

The cracked voice replied that it was Affery: and an old woman came forward into what doubtful light there was, and kissed her hand once; then subsided again into the dimness.

“I am able,” said Mrs Clennam, with a slight motion of her worsted-muffled right hand toward a chair on wheels, standing before a tall writing cabinet close shut up, “I am able to attend to my business duties, and I am thankful for the privilege. It is a great privilege. But no more of business on this day. It is a bad night, is it not?”

“Yes, mother.”

“Does it snow?”

“Snow, mother? And we only yet in September?”

“All seasons are alike to me,” she returned, with a grim kind of luxuriousness. “I know nothing of summer and winter, shut up here. The Lord has been pleased to put me beyond all that.” With her cold grey eyes and her cold grey hair, and

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