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Arthur
Clennam
rose
hastily
,
and
saw
her
standing
at
the
door
.
This
history
must
sometimes
see
with
Little
Dorrit
’
s
eyes
,
and
shall
begin
that
course
by
seeing
him
.
Little
Dorrit
looked
into
a
dim
room
,
which
seemed
a
spacious
one
to
her
,
and
grandly
furnished
.
Courtly
ideas
of
Covent
Garden
,
as
a
place
with
famous
coffee
-
houses
,
where
gentlemen
wearing
gold
-
laced
coats
and
swords
had
quarrelled
and
fought
duels
;
costly
ideas
of
Covent
Garden
,
as
a
place
where
there
were
flowers
in
winter
at
guineas
a
-
piece
,
pine
-
apples
at
guineas
a
pound
,
and
peas
at
guineas
a
pint
;
picturesque
ideas
of
Covent
Garden
,
as
a
place
where
there
was
a
mighty
theatre
,
showing
wonderful
and
beautiful
sights
to
richly
-
dressed
ladies
and
gentlemen
,
and
which
was
for
ever
far
beyond
the
reach
of
poor
Fanny
or
poor
uncle
;
desolate
ideas
of
Covent
Garden
,
as
having
all
those
arches
in
it
,
where
the
miserable
children
in
rags
among
whom
she
had
just
now
passed
,
like
young
rats
,
slunk
and
hid
,
fed
on
offal
,
huddled
together
for
warmth
,
and
were
hunted
about
(
look
to
the
rats
young
and
old
,
all
ye
Barnacles
,
for
before
God
they
are
eating
away
our
foundations
,
and
will
bring
the
roofs
on
our
heads
!
)
;
teeming
ideas
of
Covent
Garden
,
as
a
place
of
past
and
present
mystery
,
romance
,
abundance
,
want
,
beauty
,
ugliness
,
fair
country
gardens
,
and
foul
street
gutters
;
all
confused
together
,
—
made
the
room
dimmer
than
it
was
in
Little
Dorrit
’
s
eyes
,
as
they
timidly
saw
it
from
the
door
.
At
first
in
the
chair
before
the
gone
-
out
fire
,
and
then
turned
round
wondering
to
see
her
,
was
the
gentleman
whom
she
sought
.
The
brown
,
grave
gentleman
,
who
smiled
so
pleasantly
,
who
was
so
frank
and
considerate
in
his
manner
,
and
yet
in
whose
earnestness
there
was
something
that
reminded
her
of
his
mother
,
with
the
great
difference
that
she
was
earnest
in
asperity
and
he
in
gentleness
.
Now
he
regarded
her
with
that
attentive
and
inquiring
look
before
which
Little
Dorrit
’
s
eyes
had
always
fallen
,
and
before
which
they
fell
still
.
‘
My
poor
child
!
Here
at
midnight
?
’
‘
I
said
Little
Dorrit
,
sir
,
on
purpose
to
prepare
you
.
I
knew
you
must
be
very
much
surprised
.
’
‘
Are
you
alone
?
’
‘
No
sir
,
I
have
got
Maggy
with
me
.
’
Considering
her
entrance
sufficiently
prepared
for
by
this
mention
of
her
name
,
Maggy
appeared
from
the
landing
outside
,
on
the
broad
grin
.
She
instantly
suppressed
that
manifestation
,
however
,
and
became
fixedly
solemn
.
‘
And
I
have
no
fire
,
’
said
Clennam
.
‘
And
you
are
—
’
He
was
going
to
say
so
lightly
clad
,
but
stopped
himself
in
what
would
have
been
a
reference
to
her
poverty
,
saying
instead
,
‘
And
it
is
so
cold
.
’
