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So
diminutive
she
looked
,
so
fragile
and
defenceless
against
the
bleak
damp
weather
,
flitting
along
in
the
shuffling
shadow
of
her
charge
,
that
he
felt
,
in
his
compassion
,
and
in
his
habit
of
considering
her
a
child
apart
from
the
rest
of
the
rough
world
,
as
if
he
would
have
been
glad
to
take
her
up
in
his
arms
and
carry
her
to
her
journey
’
s
end
.
In
course
of
time
she
came
into
the
leading
thoroughfare
where
the
Marshalsea
was
,
and
then
he
saw
them
slacken
their
pace
,
and
soon
turn
down
a
by
-
street
.
He
stopped
,
felt
that
he
had
no
right
to
go
further
,
and
slowly
left
them
.
He
had
no
suspicion
that
they
ran
any
risk
of
being
houseless
until
morning
;
had
no
idea
of
the
truth
until
long
,
long
afterwards
.
But
,
said
Little
Dorrit
,
when
they
stopped
at
a
poor
dwelling
all
in
darkness
,
and
heard
no
sound
on
listening
at
the
door
,
‘
Now
,
this
is
a
good
lodging
for
you
,
Maggy
,
and
we
must
not
give
offence
.
Consequently
,
we
will
only
knock
twice
,
and
not
very
loud
;
and
if
we
cannot
wake
them
so
,
we
must
walk
about
till
day
.
’
Once
,
Little
Dorrit
knocked
with
a
careful
hand
,
and
listened
.
Twice
,
Little
Dorrit
knocked
with
a
careful
hand
,
and
listened
.
All
was
close
and
still
.
‘
Maggy
,
we
must
do
the
best
we
can
,
my
dear
.
We
must
be
patient
,
and
wait
for
day
.
’
It
was
a
chill
dark
night
,
with
a
damp
wind
blowing
,
when
they
came
out
into
the
leading
street
again
,
and
heard
the
clocks
strike
half
-
past
one
.
‘
In
only
five
hours
and
a
half
,
’
said
Little
Dorrit
,
‘
we
shall
be
able
to
go
home
.
’
To
speak
of
home
,
and
to
go
and
look
at
it
,
it
being
so
near
,
was
a
natural
sequence
.
They
went
to
the
closed
gate
,
and
peeped
through
into
the
court
-
yard
.
‘
I
hope
he
is
sound
asleep
,
’
said
Little
Dorrit
,
kissing
one
of
the
bars
,
‘
and
does
not
miss
me
.
’
The
gate
was
so
familiar
,
and
so
like
a
companion
,
that
they
put
down
Maggy
’
s
basket
in
a
corner
to
serve
for
a
seat
,
and
keeping
close
together
,
rested
there
for
some
time
.
While
the
street
was
empty
and
silent
,
Little
Dorrit
was
not
afraid
;
but
when
she
heard
a
footstep
at
a
distance
,
or
saw
a
moving
shadow
among
the
street
lamps
,
she
was
startled
,
and
whispered
,
‘
Maggy
,
I
see
some
one
.
Come
away
!
’
Maggy
would
then
wake
up
more
or
less
fretfully
,
and
they
would
wander
about
a
little
,
and
come
back
again
.
As
long
as
eating
was
a
novelty
and
an
amusement
,
Maggy
kept
up
pretty
well
.
But
that
period
going
by
,
she
became
querulous
about
the
cold
,
and
shivered
and
whimpered
.
‘
It
will
soon
be
over
,
dear
,
’
said
Little
Dorrit
patiently
.
‘
Oh
it
’
s
all
very
fine
for
you
,
little
mother
,
’
returned
Maggy
,
‘
but
I
’
m
a
poor
thing
,
only
ten
years
old
.
’
At
last
,
in
the
dead
of
the
night
,
when
the
street
was
very
still
indeed
,
Little
Dorrit
laid
the
heavy
head
upon
her
bosom
,
and
soothed
her
to
sleep
.
And
thus
she
sat
at
the
gate
,
as
it
were
alone
;
looking
up
at
the
stars
,
and
seeing
the
clouds
pass
over
them
in
their
wild
flight
—
which
was
the
dance
at
Little
Dorrit
’
s
party
.
‘
If
it
really
was
a
party
!
’
she
thought
once
,
as
she
sat
there
.
‘
If
it
was
light
and
warm
and
beautiful
,
and
it
was
our
house
,
and
my
poor
dear
was
its
master
,
and
had
never
been
inside
these
walls
.
And
if
Mr
Clennam
was
one
of
our
visitors
,
and
we
were
dancing
to
delightful
music
,
and
were
all
as
gay
and
light
-
hearted
as
ever
we
could
be
!
I
wonder
—
’
Such
a
vista
of
wonder
opened
out
before
her
,
that
she
sat
looking
up
at
the
stars
,
quite
lost
,
until
Maggy
was
querulous
again
,
and
wanted
to
get
up
and
walk
.
