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T he day was sunny, and the Marshalsea, with the hot noon striking upon it, was unwontedly quiet. Arthur Clennam dropped into a solitary arm-chair, itself as faded as any debtor in the jail, and yield
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T he day was sunny, and the Marshalsea, with the hot noon striking upon it, was unwontedly quiet. Arthur Clennam dropped into a solitary arm-chair, itself as faded as any debtor in the jail, and yield
O n a healthy autumn day, the Marshalsea prisoner, weak but otherwise restored, sat listening to a voice that read to h…
T he changes of a fevered room are slow and fluctuating; but the changes of the fevered world are rapid and irrevocable…
A rthur continuing to lie very ill in the Marshalsea, and Mr Rugg descrying no break in the legal sky affording a hope …
T he sun had set, and the streets were dim in the dusty twilight, when the figure so long unused to them hurried on its…
T he last day of the appointed week touched the bars of the Marshalsea gate. Black, all night, since the gate had clash…
H aggard anxiety and remorse are bad companions to be barred up with. Brooding all day, and resting very little indeed …
T he opinion of the community outside the prison gates bore hard on Clennam as time went on, and he made no friends amo…
W ith a precursory sound of hurried breath and hurried feet, Mr Pancks rushed into Arthur Clennam’s Counting-house. The…
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