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‘
Thank
you
,
I
am
not
hungry
.
Nor
,
’
said
Little
Dorrit
,
as
he
softly
put
her
glass
towards
her
,
‘
nor
thirsty
.
—
I
think
Maggy
might
like
something
,
perhaps
.
’
‘
We
will
make
her
find
pockets
presently
for
all
there
is
here
,
’
said
Clennam
:
‘
but
before
we
awake
her
,
there
was
a
third
thing
to
say
.
’
‘
Yes
.
You
will
not
be
offended
,
sir
?
’
‘
I
promise
that
,
unreservedly
.
’
‘
It
will
sound
strange
.
I
hardly
know
how
to
say
it
.
Don
’
t
think
it
unreasonable
or
ungrateful
in
me
,
’
said
Little
Dorrit
,
with
returning
and
increasing
agitation
.
‘
No
,
no
,
no
.
I
am
sure
it
will
be
natural
and
right
.
I
am
not
afraid
that
I
shall
put
a
wrong
construction
on
it
,
whatever
it
is
.
’
‘
Thank
you
.
You
are
coming
back
to
see
my
father
again
?
’
‘
Yes
.
’
‘
You
have
been
so
good
and
thoughtful
as
to
write
him
a
note
,
saying
that
you
are
coming
to
-
morrow
?
’
