CHAPTER XI
"Is this the church where Little Dorrit slept on the pew cushions in the vestry?"
"It is," replied the "sexton or the beadle or the verger, or whatever he was."
"Can I come in and make a drawing of the room? Not now, but on any day most convenient to you and at an hour when I shall not disturb the church service."
"Well, I don't know whether you can or not," said the verger, or the beadle, or the sexton, "we have to be very careful—particular careful. We came near being blowed up by a couple of crazy women carrying bombs or something. Orders are very strict."
"If I were searched at the door, and my match-box, scarf-pin, and penknife taken away from me, would it make any difference?"
"It might, and it mightn't. You'll have to ask the warden. You'll find him next to the fruiterer's across the way. There ain't but one, and you can't miss it."
"Can I see the vestry?"
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