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‘
This
is
Maggy
,
sir
.
’
‘
Maggy
,
sir
,
’
echoed
the
personage
presented
.
‘
Little
mother
!
’
‘
She
is
the
grand
-
daughter
—
’
said
Little
Dorrit
.
‘
Grand
-
daughter
,
’
echoed
Maggy
.
‘
Of
my
old
nurse
,
who
has
been
dead
a
long
time
.
Maggy
,
how
old
are
you
?
’
‘
Ten
,
mother
,
’
said
Maggy
.
‘
You
can
’
t
think
how
good
she
is
,
sir
,
’
said
Little
Dorrit
,
with
infinite
tenderness
.
‘
Good
she
is
,
’
echoed
Maggy
,
transferring
the
pronoun
in
a
most
expressive
way
from
herself
to
her
little
mother
.
‘
Or
how
clever
,
’
said
Little
Dorrit
.
‘
She
goes
on
errands
as
well
as
any
one
.
’
Maggy
laughed
.
‘
And
is
as
trustworthy
as
the
Bank
of
England
.
’
Maggy
laughed
.
‘
She
earns
her
own
living
entirely
.
Entirely
,
sir
!
’
said
Little
Dorrit
,
in
a
lower
and
triumphant
tone
.
‘
Really
does
!
’
‘
What
is
her
history
?
’
asked
Clennam
.
