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Fanny
was
passionate
with
the
tea
-
cups
and
the
bread
as
long
as
her
passion
lasted
,
and
then
protested
that
she
was
the
wretchedest
girl
in
the
world
,
and
she
wished
she
was
dead
.
After
that
,
her
crying
became
remorseful
,
and
she
got
up
and
put
her
arms
round
her
sister
.
Little
Dorrit
tried
to
stop
her
from
saying
anything
,
but
she
answered
that
she
would
,
she
must
!
Thereupon
she
said
again
,
and
again
,
‘
I
beg
your
pardon
,
Amy
,
’
and
‘
Forgive
me
,
Amy
,
’
almost
as
passionately
as
she
had
said
what
she
regretted
.
‘
But
indeed
,
indeed
,
Amy
,
’
she
resumed
when
they
were
seated
in
sisterly
accord
side
by
side
,
‘
I
hope
and
I
think
you
would
have
seen
this
differently
,
if
you
had
known
a
little
more
of
Society
.
’
‘
Perhaps
I
might
,
Fanny
,
’
said
the
mild
Little
Dorrit
.
‘
You
see
,
while
you
have
been
domestic
and
resignedly
shut
up
there
,
Amy
,
’
pursued
her
sister
,
gradually
beginning
to
patronise
,
‘
I
have
been
out
,
moving
more
in
Society
,
and
may
have
been
getting
proud
and
spirited
—
more
than
I
ought
to
be
,
perhaps
?
’
Little
Dorrit
answered
‘
Yes
.
O
yes
!
’
‘
And
while
you
have
been
thinking
of
the
dinner
or
the
clothes
,
I
may
have
been
thinking
,
you
know
,
of
the
family
.
Now
,
may
it
not
be
so
,
Amy
?
’
Little
Dorrit
again
nodded
‘
Yes
,
’
with
a
more
cheerful
face
than
heart
.
‘
Especially
as
we
know
,
’
said
Fanny
,
‘
that
there
certainly
is
a
tone
in
the
place
to
which
you
have
been
so
true
,
which
does
belong
to
it
,
and
which
does
make
it
different
from
other
aspects
of
Society
.
So
kiss
me
once
again
,
Amy
dear
,
and
we
will
agree
that
we
may
both
be
right
,
and
that
you
are
a
tranquil
,
domestic
,
home
-
loving
,
good
girl
.
’
The
clarionet
had
been
lamenting
most
pathetically
during
this
dialogue
,
but
was
cut
short
now
by
Fanny
’
s
announcement
that
it
was
time
to
go
;
which
she
conveyed
to
her
uncle
by
shutting
up
his
scrap
of
music
,
and
taking
the
clarionet
out
of
his
mouth
