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‘
Dear
father
,
loved
father
,
darling
of
my
heart
!
’
She
was
clinging
to
him
with
her
arms
,
and
she
got
him
to
drop
into
his
chair
again
,
and
caught
at
the
raised
arm
,
and
tried
to
put
it
round
her
neck
.
‘
Let
it
lie
there
,
father
.
Look
at
me
,
father
,
kiss
me
,
father
!
Only
think
of
me
,
father
,
for
one
little
moment
!
’
Still
he
went
on
in
the
same
wild
way
,
though
it
was
gradually
breaking
down
into
a
miserable
whining
.
‘
And
yet
I
have
some
respect
here
.
I
have
made
some
stand
against
it
.
I
am
not
quite
trodden
down
.
Go
out
and
ask
who
is
the
chief
person
in
the
place
.
They
’
ll
tell
you
it
’
s
your
father
.
Go
out
and
ask
who
is
never
trifled
with
,
and
who
is
always
treated
with
some
delicacy
.
They
’
ll
say
,
your
father
.
Go
out
and
ask
what
funeral
here
(
it
must
be
here
,
I
know
it
can
be
nowhere
else
)
will
make
more
talk
,
and
perhaps
more
grief
,
than
any
that
has
ever
gone
out
at
the
gate
.
They
’
ll
say
your
father
’
s
.
Well
then
.
Amy
!
Amy
!
Is
your
father
so
universally
despised
?
Is
there
nothing
to
redeem
him
?
Will
you
have
nothing
to
remember
him
by
but
his
ruin
and
decay
?
Will
you
be
able
to
have
no
affection
for
him
when
he
is
gone
,
poor
castaway
,
gone
?
’
He
burst
into
tears
of
maudlin
pity
for
himself
,
and
at
length
suffering
her
to
embrace
him
and
take
charge
of
him
,
let
his
grey
head
rest
against
her
cheek
,
and
bewailed
his
wretchedness
.
Presently
he
changed
the
subject
of
his
lamentations
,
and
clasping
his
hands
about
her
as
she
embraced
him
,
cried
,
O
Amy
,
his
motherless
,
forlorn
child
!
O
the
days
that
he
had
seen
her
careful
and
laborious
for
him
!
Then
he
reverted
to
himself
,
and
weakly
told
her
how
much
better
she
would
have
loved
him
if
she
had
known
him
in
his
vanished
character
,
and
how
he
would
have
married
her
to
a
gentleman
who
should
have
been
proud
of
her
as
his
daughter
,
and
how
(
at
which
he
cried
again
)
she
should
first
have
ridden
at
his
fatherly
side
on
her
own
horse
,
and
how
the
crowd
(
by
which
he
meant
in
effect
the
people
who
had
given
him
the
twelve
shillings
he
then
had
in
his
pocket
)
should
have
trudged
the
dusty
roads
respectfully
.
Thus
,
now
boasting
,
now
despairing
,
in
either
fit
a
captive
with
the
jail
-
rot
upon
him
,
and
the
impurity
of
his
prison
worn
into
the
grain
of
his
soul
,
he
revealed
his
degenerate
state
to
his
affectionate
child
.
No
one
else
ever
beheld
him
in
the
details
of
his
humiliation
.
Little
recked
the
Collegians
who
were
laughing
in
their
rooms
over
his
late
address
in
the
Lodge
,
what
a
serious
picture
they
had
in
their
obscure
gallery
of
the
Marshalsea
that
Sunday
night
.
There
was
a
classical
daughter
once
—
perhaps
—
who
ministered
to
her
father
in
his
prison
as
her
mother
had
ministered
to
her
.
Little
Dorrit
,
though
of
the
unheroic
modern
stock
and
mere
English
,
did
much
more
,
in
comforting
her
father
’
s
wasted
heart
upon
her
innocent
breast
,
and
turning
to
it
a
fountain
of
love
and
fidelity
that
never
ran
dry
or
waned
through
all
his
years
of
famine
.
She
soothed
him
;
asked
him
for
his
forgiveness
if
she
had
been
,
or
seemed
to
have
been
,
undutiful
;
told
him
,
Heaven
knows
truly
,
that
she
could
not
honour
him
more
if
he
were
the
favourite
of
Fortune
and
the
whole
world
acknowledged
him
.
When
his
tears
were
dried
,
and
he
sobbed
in
his
weakness
no
longer
,
and
was
free
from
that
touch
of
shame
,
and
had
recovered
his
usual
bearing
,
she
prepared
the
remains
of
his
supper
afresh
,
and
,
sitting
by
his
side
,
rejoiced
to
see
him
eat
and
drink
.
For
now
he
sat
in
his
black
velvet
cap
and
old
grey
gown
,
magnanimous
again
;
and
would
have
comported
himself
towards
any
Collegian
who
might
have
looked
in
to
ask
his
advice
,
like
a
great
moral
Lord
Chesterfield
,
or
Master
of
the
ethical
ceremonies
of
the
Marshalsea
.
To
keep
his
attention
engaged
,
she
talked
with
him
about
his
wardrobe
;
when
he
was
pleased
to
say
,
that
Yes
,
indeed
,
those
shirts
she
proposed
would
be
exceedingly
acceptable
,
for
those
he
had
were
worn
out
,
and
,
being
ready
-
made
,
had
never
fitted
him
.
Being
conversational
,
and
in
a
reasonable
flow
of
spirits
,
he
then
invited
her
attention
to
his
coat
as
it
hung
behind
the
door
:
remarking
that
the
Father
of
the
place
would
set
an
indifferent
example
to
his
children
,
already
disposed
to
be
slovenly
,
if
he
went
among
them
out
at
elbows
.
He
was
jocular
,
too
,
as
to
the
heeling
of
his
shoes
;
but
became
grave
on
the
subject
of
his
cravat
,
and
promised
her
that
,
when
she
could
afford
it
,
she
should
buy
him
a
new
one
.
