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‘
Thank
you
,
sir
.
Thank
you
!
I
have
tried
very
much
to
keep
myself
from
saying
this
;
I
have
thought
about
it
,
days
and
nights
;
but
when
I
knew
for
certain
you
were
coming
again
,
I
made
up
my
mind
to
speak
to
you
.
Not
because
I
am
ashamed
of
him
,
’
she
dried
her
tears
quickly
,
‘
but
because
I
know
him
better
than
any
one
does
,
and
love
him
,
and
am
proud
of
him
.
’
Relieved
of
this
weight
,
Little
Dorrit
was
nervously
anxious
to
be
gone
.
Maggy
being
broad
awake
,
and
in
the
act
of
distantly
gloating
over
the
fruit
and
cakes
with
chuckles
of
anticipation
,
Clennam
made
the
best
diversion
in
his
power
by
pouring
her
out
a
glass
of
wine
,
which
she
drank
in
a
series
of
loud
smacks
;
putting
her
hand
upon
her
windpipe
after
every
one
,
and
saying
,
breathless
,
with
her
eyes
in
a
prominent
state
,
‘
Oh
,
ain
’
t
it
d
’
licious
!
Ain
’
t
it
hospitally
!
’
When
she
had
finished
the
wine
and
these
encomiums
,
he
charged
her
to
load
her
basket
(
she
was
never
without
her
basket
)
with
every
eatable
thing
upon
the
table
,
and
to
take
especial
care
to
leave
no
scrap
behind
.
Maggy
’
s
pleasure
in
doing
this
and
her
little
mother
’
s
pleasure
in
seeing
Maggy
pleased
,
was
as
good
a
turn
as
circumstances
could
have
given
to
the
late
conversation
.
‘
But
the
gates
will
have
been
locked
long
ago
,
’
said
Clennam
,
suddenly
remembering
it
.
‘
Where
are
you
going
?
’
‘
I
am
going
to
Maggy
’
s
lodging
,
’
answered
Little
Dorrit
.
‘
I
shall
be
quite
safe
,
quite
well
taken
care
of
.
’
‘
I
must
accompany
you
there
,
’
said
Clennam
,
‘
I
cannot
let
you
go
alone
.
’
‘
Yes
,
pray
leave
us
to
go
there
by
ourselves
.
Pray
do
!
’
begged
Little
Dorrit
.
She
was
so
earnest
in
the
petition
,
that
Clennam
felt
a
delicacy
in
obtruding
himself
upon
her
:
the
rather
,
because
he
could
well
understand
that
Maggy
’
s
lodging
was
of
the
obscurest
sort
.
‘
Come
,
Maggy
,
’
said
Little
Dorrit
cheerily
,
‘
we
shall
do
very
well
;
we
know
the
way
by
this
time
,
Maggy
?
’
‘
Yes
,
yes
,
little
mother
;
we
know
the
way
,
’
chuckled
Maggy
.
And
away
they
went
.
Little
Dorrit
turned
at
the
door
to
say
,
‘
God
bless
you
!
’
She
said
it
very
softly
,
but
perhaps
she
may
have
been
as
audible
above
—
who
knows
!
—
as
a
whole
cathedral
choir
.
Arthur
Clennam
suffered
them
to
pass
the
corner
of
the
street
before
he
followed
at
a
distance
;
not
with
any
idea
of
encroaching
a
second
time
on
Little
Dorrit
’
s
privacy
,
but
to
satisfy
his
mind
by
seeing
her
secure
in
the
neighbourhood
to
which
she
was
accustomed
.
