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She
feared
that
he
was
blaming
her
in
his
mind
for
so
devising
to
contrive
for
them
,
think
for
them
,
and
watch
over
them
,
without
their
knowledge
or
gratitude
;
perhaps
even
with
their
reproaches
for
supposed
neglect
.
But
what
was
really
in
his
mind
,
was
the
weak
figure
with
its
strong
purpose
,
the
thin
worn
shoes
,
the
insufficient
dress
,
and
the
pretence
of
recreation
and
enjoyment
.
He
asked
where
the
suppositious
party
was
?
At
a
place
where
she
worked
,
answered
Little
Dorrit
,
blushing
.
She
had
said
very
little
about
it
;
only
a
few
words
to
make
her
father
easy
.
Her
father
did
not
believe
it
to
be
a
grand
party
—
indeed
he
might
suppose
that
.
And
she
glanced
for
an
instant
at
the
shawl
she
wore
.
‘
It
is
the
first
night
,
’
said
Little
Dorrit
,
‘
that
I
have
ever
been
away
from
home
.
And
London
looks
so
large
,
so
barren
,
and
so
wild
.
’
In
Little
Dorrit
’
s
eyes
,
its
vastness
under
the
black
sky
was
awful
;
a
tremor
passed
over
her
as
she
said
the
words
.
‘
But
this
is
not
,
’
she
added
,
with
the
quiet
effort
again
,
‘
what
I
have
come
to
trouble
you
with
,
sir
.
My
sister
’
s
having
found
a
friend
,
a
lady
she
has
told
me
of
and
made
me
rather
anxious
about
,
was
the
first
cause
of
my
coming
away
from
home
.
And
being
away
,
and
coming
(
on
purpose
)
round
by
where
you
lived
and
seeing
a
light
in
the
window
—
’
Not
for
the
first
time
.
No
,
not
for
the
first
time
.
In
Little
Dorrit
’
s
eyes
,
the
outside
of
that
window
had
been
a
distant
star
on
other
nights
than
this
.
She
had
toiled
out
of
her
way
,
tired
and
troubled
,
to
look
up
at
it
,
and
wonder
about
the
grave
,
brown
gentleman
from
so
far
off
,
who
had
spoken
to
her
as
a
friend
and
protector
.
‘
There
were
three
things
,
’
said
Little
Dorrit
,
‘
that
I
thought
I
would
like
to
say
,
if
you
were
alone
and
I
might
come
up
-
stairs
.
First
,
what
I
have
tried
to
say
,
but
never
can
—
never
shall
—
’
‘
Hush
,
hush
!
That
is
done
with
,
and
disposed
of
.
Let
us
pass
to
the
second
,
’
said
Clennam
,
smiling
her
agitation
away
,
making
the
blaze
shine
upon
her
,
and
putting
wine
and
cake
and
fruit
towards
her
on
the
table
.
‘
I
think
,
’
said
Little
Dorrit
—
‘
this
is
the
second
thing
,
sir
—
I
think
Mrs
Clennam
must
have
found
out
my
secret
,
and
must
know
where
I
come
from
and
where
I
go
to
.
Where
I
live
,
I
mean
.
’
‘
Indeed
!
’
returned
Clennam
quickly
.
He
asked
her
,
after
short
consideration
,
why
she
supposed
so
.
‘
I
think
,
’
replied
Little
Dorrit
,
‘
that
Mr
Flintwinch
must
have
watched
me
.
