I recalled, too, that the one-eyed gentleman had shuffled forth against the wall when I was the innocent cause of his being turned out.
I sat down in the cliental chair placed over against Mr.Jaggers's chair, and became fascinated by the dismal atmosphere of the place.

I called to mind that the clerk had the same air of knowing something to everybody else's disadvantage, as his master had.

I wondered how many other clerks there were up-stairs, and whether they all claimed to have the same detrimental mastery of their fellow-creatures.

I wondered what was the history of all the odd litter about the room, and how it came there.

I wondered whether the two swollen faces were of Mr.Jaggers's family, and, if he were so unfortunate as to have had a pair of such ill-looking relations, why he stuck them on that dusty perch for the blacks and flies to settle on, instead of giving them a place at home.
Of course I had no experience of a London summer day, and my spirits may have been oppressed by the hot exhausted air, and by the dust and grit that lay thick on everything.