Book 1

, chap. xiii.]

[Illustration: THEY WENT TO THE CLOSED GATE, AND PEEPED THROUGH INTO THE COURTYARD. "I HOPE HE IS SOUND ASLEEP," SAID LITTLE DORRIT, KISSING ONE OF THE BARS, "AND DOES NOT MISS ME." THE GATE WAS SO FAMILIAR, AND SO LIKE A COMPANION, THAT THEY PUT DOWN MAGGY'S BASKET IN A CORNER TO SERVE FOR A SEAT, AND KEEPING CLOSE TOGETHER, RESTED THERE FOR SOME TIME--