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It
was
a
timely
chance
,
favourable
to
his
wish
of
observing
her
face
and
manner
when
no
one
else
was
by
.
He
quickened
his
pace
;
but
before
he
reached
her
,
she
turned
her
head
.
‘
Have
I
startled
you
?
’
he
asked
.
‘
I
thought
I
knew
the
step
,
’
she
answered
,
hesitating
.
‘
And
did
you
know
it
,
Little
Dorrit
?
You
could
hardly
have
expected
mine
.
’
‘
I
did
not
expect
any
.
But
when
I
heard
a
step
,
I
thought
it
—
sounded
like
yours
.
’
‘
Are
you
going
further
?
’
‘
No
,
sir
,
I
am
only
walking
here
for
a
little
change
.
’
They
walked
together
,
and
she
recovered
her
confiding
manner
with
him
,
and
looked
up
in
his
face
as
she
said
,
after
glancing
around
:
‘
It
is
so
strange
.
Perhaps
you
can
hardly
understand
it
.
I
sometimes
have
a
sensation
as
if
it
was
almost
unfeeling
to
walk
here
.
’
‘
Unfeeling
?
’
