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‘
No
,
Fanny
,
I
am
sure
.
’
‘
Then
make
her
pay
for
it
,
you
mean
little
thing
.
What
else
can
you
make
her
do
?
Make
her
pay
for
it
,
you
stupid
child
;
and
do
your
family
some
credit
with
the
money
!
’
They
spoke
no
more
all
the
way
back
to
the
lodging
where
Fanny
and
her
uncle
lived
.
When
they
arrived
there
,
they
found
the
old
man
practising
his
clarionet
in
the
dolefullest
manner
in
a
corner
of
the
room
.
Fanny
had
a
composite
meal
to
make
,
of
chops
,
and
porter
,
and
tea
;
and
indignantly
pretended
to
prepare
it
for
herself
,
though
her
sister
did
all
that
in
quiet
reality
.
When
at
last
Fanny
sat
down
to
eat
and
drink
,
she
threw
the
table
implements
about
and
was
angry
with
her
bread
,
much
as
her
father
had
been
last
night
.
‘
If
you
despise
me
,
’
she
said
,
bursting
into
vehement
tears
,
‘
because
I
am
a
dancer
,
why
did
you
put
me
in
the
way
of
being
one
?
It
was
your
doing
.
You
would
have
me
stoop
as
low
as
the
ground
before
this
Mrs
Merdle
,
and
let
her
say
what
she
liked
and
do
what
she
liked
,
and
hold
us
all
in
contempt
,
and
tell
me
so
to
my
face
.
Because
I
am
a
dancer
!
’
‘
O
Fanny
!
’
‘
And
Tip
,
too
,
poor
fellow
.
She
is
to
disparage
him
just
as
much
as
she
likes
,
without
any
check
—
I
suppose
because
he
has
been
in
the
law
,
and
the
docks
,
and
different
things
.
Why
,
it
was
your
doing
,
Amy
.
You
might
at
least
approve
of
his
being
defended
.
’
All
this
time
the
uncle
was
dolefully
blowing
his
clarionet
in
the
corner
,
sometimes
taking
it
an
inch
or
so
from
his
mouth
for
a
moment
while
he
stopped
to
gaze
at
them
,
with
a
vague
impression
that
somebody
had
said
something
.
‘
And
your
father
,
your
poor
father
,
Amy
.
Because
he
is
not
free
to
show
himself
and
to
speak
for
himself
,
you
would
let
such
people
insult
him
with
impunity
.
If
you
don
’
t
feel
for
yourself
because
you
go
out
to
work
,
you
might
at
least
feel
for
him
,
I
should
think
,
knowing
what
he
has
undergone
so
long
.
’
Poor
Little
Dorrit
felt
the
injustice
of
this
taunt
rather
sharply
.
The
remembrance
of
last
night
added
a
barbed
point
to
it
.
She
said
nothing
in
reply
,
but
turned
her
chair
from
the
table
towards
the
fire
.
Uncle
,
after
making
one
more
pause
,
blew
a
dismal
wail
and
went
on
again
.
