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Little
Dorrit
’
s
lover
very
soon
laid
down
his
penny
on
the
tollplate
of
the
Iron
Bridge
,
and
came
upon
it
looking
about
him
for
the
well
-
known
and
well
-
beloved
figure
.
At
first
he
feared
she
was
not
there
;
but
as
he
walked
on
towards
the
Middlesex
side
,
he
saw
her
standing
still
,
looking
at
the
water
.
She
was
absorbed
in
thought
,
and
he
wondered
what
she
might
be
thinking
about
.
There
were
the
piles
of
city
roofs
and
chimneys
,
more
free
from
smoke
than
on
week
-
days
;
and
there
were
the
distant
masts
and
steeples
.
Perhaps
she
was
thinking
about
them
.
Little
Dorrit
mused
so
long
,
and
was
so
entirely
preoccupied
,
that
although
her
lover
stood
quiet
for
what
he
thought
was
a
long
time
,
and
twice
or
thrice
retired
and
came
back
again
to
the
former
spot
,
still
she
did
not
move
.
So
,
in
the
end
,
he
made
up
his
mind
to
go
on
,
and
seem
to
come
upon
her
casually
in
passing
,
and
speak
to
her
.
The
place
was
quiet
,
and
now
or
never
was
the
time
to
speak
to
her
.
He
walked
on
,
and
she
did
not
appear
to
hear
his
steps
until
he
was
close
upon
her
.
When
he
said
‘
Miss
Dorrit
!
’
she
started
and
fell
back
from
him
,
with
an
expression
in
her
face
of
fright
and
something
like
dislike
that
caused
him
unutterable
dismay
.
She
had
often
avoided
him
before
—
always
,
indeed
,
for
a
long
,
long
while
.
She
had
turned
away
and
glided
off
so
often
when
she
had
seen
him
coming
toward
her
,
that
the
unfortunate
Young
John
could
not
think
it
accidental
.
But
he
had
hoped
that
it
might
be
shyness
,
her
retiring
character
,
her
foreknowledge
of
the
state
of
his
heart
,
anything
short
of
aversion
.
Now
,
that
momentary
look
had
said
,
‘
You
,
of
all
people
!
I
would
rather
have
seen
any
one
on
earth
than
you
!
’
It
was
but
a
momentary
look
,
inasmuch
as
she
checked
it
,
and
said
in
her
soft
little
voice
,
‘
Oh
,
Mr
John
!
Is
it
you
?
’
But
she
felt
what
it
had
been
,
as
he
felt
what
it
had
been
;
and
they
stood
looking
at
one
another
equally
confused
.
‘
Miss
Amy
,
I
am
afraid
I
disturbed
you
by
speaking
to
you
.
’
‘
Yes
,
rather
.
I
—
I
came
here
to
be
alone
,
and
I
thought
I
was
.
’
‘
Miss
Amy
,
I
took
the
liberty
of
walking
this
way
,
because
Mr
Dorrit
chanced
to
mention
,
when
I
called
upon
him
just
now
,
that
you
—
’
She
caused
him
more
dismay
than
before
by
suddenly
murmuring
,
‘
O
father
,
father
!
’
in
a
heartrending
tone
,
and
turning
her
face
away
.
‘
Miss
Amy
,
I
hope
I
don
’
t
give
you
any
uneasiness
by
naming
Mr
Dorrit
.
I
assure
you
I
found
him
very
well
and
in
the
best
of
Spirits
,
and
he
showed
me
even
more
than
his
usual
kindness
;
being
so
very
kind
as
to
say
that
I
was
not
a
stranger
there
,
and
in
all
ways
gratifying
me
very
much
.
