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‘
Little
mother
,
’
Maggy
(
who
had
been
falling
asleep
)
put
in
,
as
a
correction
.
‘
It
’
s
all
the
same
,
Maggy
,
’
returned
Little
Dorrit
,
‘
all
the
same
.
’
‘
Is
it
all
the
same
,
mother
?
’
‘
Just
the
same
.
’
Maggy
laughed
,
and
immediately
snored
.
In
Little
Dorrit
’
s
eyes
and
ears
,
the
uncouth
figure
and
the
uncouth
sound
were
as
pleasant
as
could
be
.
There
was
a
glow
of
pride
in
her
big
child
,
overspreading
her
face
,
when
it
again
met
the
eyes
of
the
grave
brown
gentleman
.
She
wondered
what
he
was
thinking
of
,
as
he
looked
at
Maggy
and
her
.
She
thought
what
a
good
father
he
would
be
.
How
,
with
some
such
look
,
he
would
counsel
and
cherish
his
daughter
.
‘
What
I
was
going
to
tell
you
,
sir
,
’
said
Little
Dorrit
,
‘
is
,
that
my
brother
is
at
large
.
’
Arthur
was
rejoiced
to
hear
it
,
and
hoped
he
would
do
well
.
‘
And
what
I
was
going
to
tell
you
,
sir
,
’
said
Little
Dorrit
,
trembling
in
all
her
little
figure
and
in
her
voice
,
‘
is
,
that
I
am
not
to
know
whose
generosity
released
him
—
am
never
to
ask
,
and
am
never
to
be
told
,
and
am
never
to
thank
that
gentleman
with
all
my
grateful
heart
!
’
He
would
probably
need
no
thanks
,
Clennam
said
.
Very
likely
he
would
be
thankful
himself
(
and
with
reason
)
,
that
he
had
had
the
means
and
chance
of
doing
a
little
service
to
her
,
who
well
deserved
a
great
one
.
