Little Dorrit Manuscript: Chapters 5 to 8

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[???????] to his lip again, and turning into the prison.

The turnkey followed him with his eyes. “And you another,” he [???] observed to himself, “which makes three [??? you ???? of] on you. And your wife another, I’ll [??t/f??] lay a crown. Which makes four [??????]on you. And another coming, I’ll lay [?another?] half-a- crown. Which’ll make five on you. And I’ll [??] go another seven and sixpence to name which is the helplessest, [?often? [????] the unborn baby or you!”

He [followed to effect as ????? ????? ???? ????? ????? in all ???? ??? particulars?.] was right in all [??????] his [???? is ???? of] particulars. She came next day with a little boy of three years old, and a little girl of two, and he stood entirely corroborated. [? ??? fact he?????]

“Got a room [??int you?] now; haven’t you?” the turnkey asked the debtor after a week or two.

“Yes, I have got a [????]very good room.”

[some] Any little [??????] sticks a coming [???] [for???]to furnish it[??????s] [????????]?” said the turnkey.

“I have? expect a [??????? and a] few [????? things coming ???? ??] necessary [???? ?????] articles of furniture to [???? ????? be delivered by the carrier, this afternoon.”

“Missis and [?? ??? a?] little ‘uns a coming to keep you company?” [??????] asked the turnkey.

I [????? ??]Why, [?????] yes, we think it better that we should [be together?] not be scattered, even [????] for a[????????] [????????] few weeks.”

“Even for the ?i???? ??? ?? ???? a few weeks, of course,” [??????] replied the turnkey. And he followed him again with his eyes, and [????ed ??? ???? ?????]nodded his [????] head seven times when he was gone.

The[ese?] affairs of this debtor were [complicated ???????] perplexed by [???? ?????] a partnership, of which he knew no more than that he had invested money in it; by legal matters of assignment and settlement, [and??]conveyance here and [???????]conveyance there, suspicion of unlawful preference of creditors in this direction, and of [?????? ????? ?? ???????] mysterious [his affect ?????] spiriting away of property in that; and as nobody on the face of the earth [????] could be more incapable of [ex?????]explaining any [?????]single item in the heap of confusion than the debtor himself, nothing comprehensible could be made of [his off???? ?? the his case. [????????] [??? ???? ???? ????? ????] To [????] question him [?????? ?????? ?????? ????? in ????? ?????] detail, and endeavour to reconcile his answers; to [ask him who ????????] closet him [???? ????????] [?????]with [???? of this ??????] accountants and [??] sharp practitioners, learned in the wiles of insolvency and bankruptcy; was [?????? ???? ???????] [?? ?????] only to put it the case out at compound interest of and incomprehensibility. [????? ??????? ????? ??? sh?? ???????? ????] The irresolute fingers [fluttered??] fluttered more and more [?????????]ineffectually about the trembling lip [?????] on every such occasion, and the sharpest practitioners [????? ????? ???? ????? ?? ?? ?????] [?????]gave [????? ???? ???? ?????? ????? ?????]him up as a hopeless job.

“Out?” said the turnkey, “he’ll never get out, [??????] unless his creditors take him by the shoulders and shove him out.”

He had been there five or six months, when he came running to this turnkey one forenoon to tell him, breathless and pale, that his wife was [???] ill.

[??]As anybody might a known she would be,” said the turnkey.

“We intended,” he returned, “that she should go [in]to [the] a country lodging only to-morrow. What am I to do! Oh, good heaven, what am I to do!” [????? ???? ? faith?]

[????]Don’t waste [you]your time in clasping [?? ?????????? ??? ???? ???????]your hands [?? ?????] and biting your fingers,” responded the practical turnkey, taking him by the [???????]elbow, “but come along [???????] with me.”

The turnkey conducted him—trembling from head to foot , and constantly crying [?????] under his breath, What was he to do! while his irresolute fingers [???ded] bedabbled the tears upon his face—up [a common] one of the common staircases in the prison to a [????] door on the garret story. [?? ???? ??????] [??????]Upon which door the turnkey knocked with the handle of his key. [? ???? ????]

no! “Come in!” [said] cried a [?] voice inside. [LD Proofs Vol.1 f.060] no! [????]The turnkey, opening the door, disclosed in a wretched, ill-smelling [???? ????? oo??] little room, two [????? faced] [d????????] hoarse, puffy, red-faced personages seated at a rickety table, playing at[one ?????] all-fours, smoking pipes, and drinking brandy.

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[???????]. [??????? ??? ??????] “Doctor,” said the turnkey, [?? ????? ????????] “here’s a gentleman’s wife in want of you without a minute’s loss of time!”

The doctor’s friend was in the positive degree of hoarseness, puffiness , red-facedness, [???????] all-fours , tobacco, dirt and brandy; the doctor in the comparative—hoarser, puffier , more red-faced, more [???????] all-fourey, tobaccoer, dirtier , and brandier. [??????? ??? ??????] The doctor [???????]was [??????? ?????]amazingly shabby, in a torn and darned rough weather sea-jacket, out at elbows , and eminently short of buttons (he had been in his time the experienced surgeon carried by a passenger ship), the dirtiest white trousers conceivable by mortal man, [ ??] carpet [????????] slippers, and no visible linen. “ [???? ???? ???????] Childbed?” said the doctor. “I’m [??????? ?? ?????] the boy!” With that the doctor took a comb from the chimney-piece and stuck his hair [??? ????? ??] upright — [??????? ?? ?? ?????] which appeared to be his way of washing himself [??????? ?? ????? ?????????????????????????? ????? ] —produced a professional chest or case, of most abject appearance, from the cupboard where his cup and saucer [??????? ?? ?????] and coals were, settled his chin in the frowsy wrapper round his neck, [??????? ?? ?????] and became a [?????] ghastly medical scarecrow.

The [???] doctor and the debtor ran down-stairs, leaving the turnkey to return to the [???] lock, [???? ???? ?????? ?????] and made for the debtor’s room. All the ladies in the prison had got hold of the news, and were in the yard. Some [???] of them had [?????] already taken possession of the two children, and were hospitably carrying them off, others were [??? ??????] offering loans of little comforts [??] from their own [??] scanty store, others were sympathising with the greatest volubility. The gentlemen prisoners, feeling themselves at a disadvantage, [??? ??? ??? ???????] had for the most part retired, not to say sneaked , to their rooms; from the open windows of which some of them now complimented the doctor with whistles as he passed below, while others, with several stories between them, interchanged sarcastic references to the prevalent excitement.

It was a hot summer day, and the [ ??? ???????] prison rooms were baking between the high walls. In the debtor’s [ ??? ???????] confined chamber, [ ???] Mrs Bangham, charwoman and messenger, who was not a prisoner [???] , (though she had been once), but was [ ??? ???????] the [ ???????] popular medium of communication with the outer world, had volunteered [ ??? ???????] her services as fly-catcher and general attendant. The walls and ceiling were blackened with flies. Mrs Bangham, expert in [ ???????] sudden device, [ ??? ???? ???] with one hand fanned the patient with a cabbage leaf, and with the other set traps of vinegar and sugar in gallipots ; at the same time enunciating sentiments of an [ ???????] encouraging and [ ??? ????] congratulatory nature, adapted to the occasion.

“The flies trouble you, don’t they, my [ ??????] dear?” said Mrs Bangham. “But p’raps [ ??? ???????] they’ll take your mind off of it, and do you good. What between [ ??? ???????] the buryin ground, the grocer’s, [ ??? ???????] the waggon-stables, and the [ ??? ???????] paunch trade, the Marshalsea flies gets very large. P’raps they’re sent as a consolation, if we only know’d it. [ ??? ?????? ??? ?????] How are you now, my dear? No better? No, my dear, it ain’t to be expected; you’ll be worse before you’re better, and you know it, don’t you? Yes. [ ????] That’s right! And to think of a sweet little [ ??????] cherub being born inside the lock ! Now ain’t it pretty, ain’t that something [ ????????] to carry you through it pleasant? Why, we ain’t had such a thing happen here, my dear, not for [ ?????????] I couldn’t name the time when. And you a crying too?” said Mrs [ ???????] Bangham, to rally the patient [ ??? ??? ?????] more and more. “You! Making yourself so famous! With the flies a falling into the gallipots by fifties! [ ?] And everything a going on so well! And here if there ain’t ,” said Mrs Bangham as the door opened, “if there ain’t your dear gentleman along [ ????????] with Dr Haggage! And now indeed we are complete, [ ????????] I think!”

The doctor was scarcely the kind of apparition to inspire a patient with [ ?????]

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[a???? ??d??de confidence][e????ded confidence] a sense of perfect [complete]absolute completeness , but he soon delivered as he presently [??? ?????] delivered the opinion , [but] [?? ???? ???ple????? ?said] We are as right as we can be, Mrs Flinx, and we shall come out of this like a house afire;” and as he and [Mrs Fl] Mrs Flinx took possession of the [???] poor helpless [??????] pair , as everybody else and anybody else had always done ; [????em? all ??? open ??d ??pe???] the [c????m????ts ??????? ????] ?????????ping ???means at hand were [?????]as good on the whole as better would?????[un??] have been. The [???] remarkable special feature in Doctor Haggage’s treatment of the case, was his great [????????] determination to keep Mrs Flinx Mrs Flinxup to the mark. [???i?????d] it thusAs thus: Mrs Flinx Flinx ,” said the doctor ?il??????g?????] before he had been there twenty minutes, “Yougo out and fetch a little brandy, or we shall have you giving in ” [al??o ???? ???????d??????? , a ??? most wanted" ?? ???? ????Thank you, sir. But [??] none on my accounts sir ,” said MrsFlinx Flinx [?i?d resign?ti? ??????fr???i? ?????????.

“Mrs Flinx Flinx ,” returned the Doctor, “if you don'tI am in professional attendance on this lady, and dare not going [???ed] don’t choose to allow any discussion on your part.You Go outside and fetch a little brandy, or I foresee that you’ll break down.”

W??????You’re to be obeyed sir,” said Mrs Flhx Flinx Flinx , rising. ??O?????? ??If you'll beh??? i??? you ???ge was to put your own lips to it ?????, I think you wouldn’t be the worse ?e? for you look but poorly sir.”

“Mrs Mrs Flhx Flinx Flinx ,” returned the doctor, “I am not your business, I am obligethank you; but you are mine. Never you mind me, if you please. What you have got to do, is, to do as you are told, and get one ???? get ??what I bid you.”

Mrs Flinx complet submitted; and the doctor [????? his have, another ????] having administered her potion, took [??????? but] took his own. He repeated the treatment every hour, being very determined with Mrs Bangham. Three or four hours passed; the flies fell into the traps by hundreds; and at length one little life, hardly stronger than theirs, appeared among the multitude of lesser deaths.

“A very nice little girl indeed,” said the doctor; “little, but well-formed. Halloa, Mrs Bangham! You’re looking queer! You be off, ma’am, this minute, and fetch a little more brandy, or we shall have you in hysterics.”

By this time, the rings had begun to fall from the debtor’s irresolute hands, like leaves from a wintry tree. Not one was left upon them that night, when he put something that chinked into the doctor’s greasy palm. In the meantime Mrs Bangham had been out on an errand to a neighbouring establishment decorated with three golden balls, where she was very well known.

“Thank you,” said the doctor, “thank you. Your good lady is quite composed. Doing charmingly.”

“I am very happy and very thankful to know it,” said the debtor, “though I little thought once, that—”

“That a child would be born to you in a place like this?” said the doctor. “Bah, bah, sir, what does it signify? A little more elbow-room is all we want here. We are quiet here; we don’t get badgered here; there’s no knocker here, sir, to be hammered at by creditors and bring a man’s heart into his mouth. Nobody comes here to ask if a man’s at home, and to say he’ll stand on the door mat till he is. Nobody writes threatening letters about money to this place. It’s freedom, sir, it’s freedom! I have had to-day’s practice at home and abroad, on a march, and aboard ship, and I’ll tell you this: I don’t know that I have ever pursued it under such quiet circumstances as here this day. Elsewhere, people are restless, worried, hurried about, anxious respecting one thing, anxious respecting another. Nothing of the kind here, sir. We have done all that—we know the worst of it; we have got to the bottom, we can’t fall, and what have we found? Peace. That’s the word for it. Peace.” With this profession of faith, the doctor, who was an old jail-bird, and was more sodden than usual, and had

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13 56 [???? ?????] returned to his friend and chum [?] the additional and unusual stimulus of money in his pocket, returned to his associate and chum in hoarseness, puffiness, red-facedness, all-fours[??? ???c], [?] tobacco, dirt, and brandy.

Now although although the debtor was a [??? to the man] very different man from the doctor, butbut he washad already [??????] begun to [???]

“Doctor,” said the turnkey, “here’s a gentleman’s wife in want of you without a minute’s loss of time!”

The doctor’s friend was in the positive degree of hoarseness, puffiness, red-facedness, all-fours, tobacco, dirt, and brandy; the doctor in the comparative—hoarser, puffier, more red-faced, more all-fourey, tobaccoer, dirtier, and brandier. The doctor was amazingly shabby, in a torn and darned rough-weather sea-jacket, out at elbows and eminently short of buttons (he had been in his time the experienced surgeon carried by a passenger ship), the dirtiest white trousers conceivable by mortal man, carpet slippers, and no visible linen. “Childbed?” said the doctor. “I’m the boy!” With that the doctor took a comb from the chimney-piece and stuck his hair upright—which appeared to be his way of washing himself—produced a professional chest or case, of most abject appearance, from the cupboard where his cup and saucer and coals were, settled his chin in the frowsy wrapper round his neck, and became a ghastly medical scarecrow.

The doctor and the debtor ran down-stairs, leaving the turnkey to return to the lock, and made for the debtor’s room. All the ladies in the prison had got hold of the news, and were in the yard. Some of them had already taken possession of the two children, and were hospitably carrying them off; others were offering loans of little comforts from their own scanty store; others were sympathising with the greatest volubility. The gentlemen prisoners, feeling themselves at a disadvantage, had for the most part retired, not to say sneaked, to their rooms; from the open windows of which some of them now complimented the doctor with whistles as he passed below, while others, with several stories between them, interchanged sarcastic references to the prevalent excitement.

It was a hot summer day, and the prison rooms were baking between the high walls. In the debtor’s confined chamber, Mrs Bangham, charwoman and messenger, who was not a prisoner (though she had been once), but was the popular medium of communication with the outer world, had volunteered her services as fly-catcher and general attendant. The walls and ceiling were blackened with flies. Mrs Bangham, expert in sudden device, with one hand fanned the patient with a cabbage leaf, and with the other set traps of vinegar and sugar in gallipots; at the same time enunciating sentiments of an encouraging and congratulatory nature, adapted to the occasion.

“The flies trouble you, don’t they, my dear?” said Mrs Bangham. “But p’raps they’ll take your mind off of it, and do you good. What between the buryin ground, the grocer’s, the waggon-stables, and the paunch trade, the Marshalsea flies gets very large. P’raps they’re sent as a consolation, if we only know’d it. How are you now, my dear? No better? No, my dear, it ain’t to be expected; you’ll be worse before you’re better, and you know it, don’t you? Yes. That’s right! And to think of a sweet little cherub being born inside the lock! Now ain’t it pretty, ain’t that something to carry you through it pleasant? Why, we ain’t had such a thing happen here, my dear, not for I couldn’t name the time [LD Proofs Vol.1 f.061] when. And you a crying too?” said Mrs Bangham, to rally the patient more and more. “You! Making yourself so famous! With the flies a falling into the gallipots by fifties! And everything a going on so well! And here if there ain’t,” said Mrs Bangham as the door opened, “if there ain’t your dear gentleman along with Dr Haggage! And now indeed we are complete, I think!”

The doctor was scarcely the kind of apparition to inspire a patient with a sense of absolute completeness, but as he presently delivered the opinion, “We are as right as we can be, Mrs Bangham, and we shall come out of this like a house afire;” and as he and Mrs Bangham took possession of the poor helpless pair, as everybody else and anybody else had always done, the means at hand were as good on the whole as better would have been. The special feature in Dr Haggage’s treatment of the case, was his determination to keep Mrs Bangham up to the mark. As thus:

“Mrs Bangham,” said the doctor, before he had been there twenty minutes, “go outside and fetch a little brandy, or we shall have you giving in.”

“Thank you, sir. But none on my accounts,” said Mrs Bangham.

“Mrs Bangham,” returned the doctor, “I am in professional attendance on this lady, and don’t choose to allow any discussion on your part. Go outside and fetch a little brandy, or I foresee that you’ll break down.”

“You’re to be obeyed, sir,” said Mrs Bangham, rising. “If you was to put your own lips to it, I think you wouldn’t be the worse, for you look but poorly, sir.”

“Mrs Bangham,” returned the doctor, “I am not your business, thank you, but you are mine. Never you mind me, if you please. What you have got to do, is, to do as you are told, and to go and get what I bid you.”

Mrs Bangham submitted; and the doctor, having administered her potion, took his own. He repeated the treatment every hour, being very determined with Mrs Bangham. Three or four hours passed; the flies fell into the traps by hundreds; and at length one little life, hardly stronger than theirs, appeared among the multitude of lesser deaths.

“A very nice little girl indeed,” said the doctor; “little, but well-formed. Halloa, Mrs Bangham! You’re looking queer! You be off, ma’am, this minute, and fetch a little more brandy, or we shall have you in hysterics.”

By this time, the rings had begun to fall from the debtor’s irresolute hands, like leaves from a wintry tree. Not one was left upon them that night, when he put something that chinked into the doctor’s greasy palm. In the meantime Mrs Bangham had been out on an errand to a neighbouring establishment decorated with three golden balls, where she was very well known.

“Thank you,” said the doctor, “thank you. Your good lady is quite composed. Doing charmingly.”

“I am very happy and very thankful to know it,” said the debtor, “though I little thought once, that—”

“That a child would be born to you in a place like this?” said the doctor. “Bah, bah, sir, what does it signify? A little more elbow-room is all we want here. We are quiet here; we don’t get badgered here; there’s no knocker here, sir, to be hammered at by creditors and bring a man’s heart into his mouth. Nobody comes here to ask if a man’s at home, and to say he’ll stand on the door mat till he is. Nobody writes threatening letters about money to this place. It’s freedom, sir, it’s freedom! I have had to-day’s practice at home and abroad, on a march, and aboard ship, and I’ll tell you this: I don’t know that I have ever pursued it under such quiet circumstances as here this day. Elsewhere, people are restless, worried, hurried about, anxious respecting one thing, anxious respecting another. Nothing of the kind here, sir. We have done all that—we know the worst of it; we have got to the bottom, we can’t fall, and what have we found? Peace. That’s the word for it. Peace.” With this profession of faith, the doctor, who was an old jail-bird, and was more sodden than usual, and had the additional and unusual stimulus of money in his pocket, returned to his associate and chum in hoarseness, puffiness, red-facedness, all-fours, tobacco, dirt, and brandy.

Now, the debtor was a very different man from the doctor, but he had already begun to travel, by his opposite segment of the circle, to the same point. Crushed at first by his imprisonment, he had soon found a dull relief in it. He was under lock and key; but the lock and key that kept him in, kept numbers of his troubles out. If he had been a man with strength of purpose to face those troubles and fight them, he might have broken the net that held him, or broken his heart; but being what he was, he languidly slipped into this smooth descent, and never more took one step upward.

When he was relieved of the perplexed affairs that nothing would make plain, through having them returned upon his hands by a dozen agents in succession who could make neither beginning, middle, nor end of them or him, he found his miserable place of refuge a quieter refuge than it had been before. He had unpacked the portmanteau long ago; and his elder children now played regularly about the yard, and everybody knew the baby, and claimed a kind of proprietorship in her.

“Why, I’m getting proud of you,” said his friend the turnkey, one day. “You’ll be the oldest inhabitant soon. The Marshalsea wouldn’t be like the Marshalsea now, without you and your family.”

The turnkey really was proud of him. He would mention him in laudatory terms to new-comers, when his back was turned. “You took notice of him,” he would say, “that went out of the lodge just now?”

New-comer would probably answer Yes.

“Brought up as a gentleman, he was, if ever a man was. Ed’cated at no end of expense. Went into the Marshal’s house once to try a new piano for him. Played it, I understand, like one o’clock—beautiful! As to languages—speaks anything. We’ve had a Frenchman here in his time, and it’s my opinion he knowed more French than the Frenchman did. We’ve had an Italian here in his time, and he shut him up in about half a minute. You’ll find some characters behind other locks, I don’t say you won’t; but if you want the top sawyer in such respects as I’ve mentioned, you must come to the Marshalsea.”

When his youngest child was eight years old, his wife, who had long been languishing away—of her own inherent weakness, not that she retained any greater sensitiveness as to her place of abode than he did—went upon a visit to a poor friend and old nurse in the country, and died there. He remained shut up in his room for a fortnight afterwards; and an attorney’s clerk, who was going through the Insolvent Court, engrossed an address of condolence to him, which looked like a Lease, and which all the prisoners signed. When he appeared again he was greyer (he had soon begun to turn grey); and the turnkey noticed that his hands went often to his trembling lips again, as they had used to do when he first came in. But he got pretty well over it in a month or two; and in the meantime the children played about the yard as regularly as ever, but in black.

Then Mrs Bangham, long popular medium of communication with the outer world, began to be infirm, and to be found oftener than usual comatose on pavements, with her basket of purchases spilt, and the change of her clients ninepence short.

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[???? ????? of you, and His] son began to supersede Mrs Flinx [Bangham], and to go of ???? execute commissions in a knowing manner, and to be of the prison prisonous, of the streets streety. Time went on, and the turnkey began to fail. His nose ??????? chest swelled, and his legs got weak, and he was short of breath. The wellworn wooden stool was “beyond him,” he said. complained. He sat in an arm-chair with a cushion, and sometimes wheezed so, for minutes together, that he couldn’t turn the key. When he was overpowered by these fits [?????????], the debtor often turned it for him.

Why you “You and me,” said the turnkey, one snowy winter’s [???] night when the lodge, with a bright fire in it, was pretty full of company; "you and me are is the oldest inhabitants of the Marshalsea. I wasn’t here above seven myself, above seven year [???] before you. I shan’t last long. When I’m off the lock for good and all, you’ll be the Father of the Marshalsea.”

The turnkey died [went off the lock of ?? ] went off the lock of [??????????] this world next day. His words were remembered and repeated; and tradition afterwards handed down from generation to generation—a Marshalsea generation might be calculated on the average at as about three months—that the shabby old debtor with the soft manner and the white hair, [???????] was the Father of the Marshalsea.

And the And he he grew to be proud of the title. If any impostor had [????] arisen to claim it, he would have opposed that man to the death shed tears in resentment of the attempt to deprive him of his rights. There was a A disposition began to be perceived in him to exaggerate the number of years he had been there; it was generally understood that you must deduct a few from his account; he was vain, the fleeting generations of debtors said.

All new-comers were presented to him. It was a ceremony He was punctilious in the exaction of this ceremony. The wits would perform the office of introduction with overcharged pomp and politeness, but they could not easily overstep his sense of its gravity. He received them in his poor room (he disliked an introduction in the mere yard, as informal—a thing that might happen to anybody), with a kind of bowed-down beneficence. They were welcome to the Marshalsea, he would tell them. Yes, he was the Father of the place. So the [??? they were good] world was kind enough to call him; and so in point of fact he was, if more than twenty years of residence gave him a claim to the title. It looked small at first, but there was very good company there—among a mixture—necessarily a mixture—and very good air.

It became a not unusual circumstance for letters [??? and ???] to be put under his door at night, enclosing half a crown, two half crowns, now and then at long [????] intervals even half a sovereign, "For the Father of the Marshalsea. With the compliments of a collegian taking leave.” He received the gifts generally as tributes from as tributes from admirers, to a public character. [His ???] Some- times these correspondents assumed fantastic titles facetious names, as the Brick, The Knife [????] Bellows, [Young Sons ?] Old Gooseberry, [???] Wideawake, [?????] Snooks, Mops, [???] Cutaway, [???] boots the Dogs-meat Man but he considered this in bad taste, and was always a little hurt by it.

In the fulness of time these letters this brand of correspondence not ??? keeping pace with his [???] [???????] showing signs of wearing out and requiring an seeming to require an effort and an [???] of decisions on the part of the correspondents to which in the hurried circumstances of departure many of them might not be equal, he established the custom of attending collegians [????] of a certain standing, to the gate, and taking leave of them there. The collegian [???] under treatment, after taking leave after shaking hands, would sometimes occasionally stop to wrap up something in a bit of paper, after taking leave and would call after come back again, calling “Hi!”

He would look back round surprised. “Me?” he would say, with a smile.

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