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When
it
had
fluttered
out
of
sight
,
he
turned
his
face
towards
the
water
and
stood
thinking
.
She
would
have
been
distressed
at
any
time
by
this
discovery
of
the
letters
;
but
so
much
so
,
and
in
that
unrestrainable
way
?
No
.
When
she
had
seen
her
father
begging
with
his
threadbare
disguise
on
,
when
she
had
entreated
him
not
to
give
her
father
money
,
she
had
been
distressed
,
but
not
like
this
.
Something
had
made
her
keenly
and
additionally
sensitive
just
now
.
Now
,
was
there
some
one
in
the
hopeless
unattainable
distance
?
Or
had
the
suspicion
been
brought
into
his
mind
,
by
his
own
associations
of
the
troubled
river
running
beneath
the
bridge
with
the
same
river
higher
up
,
its
changeless
tune
upon
the
prow
of
the
ferry
-
boat
,
so
many
miles
an
hour
the
peaceful
flowing
of
the
stream
,
here
the
rushes
,
there
the
lilies
,
nothing
uncertain
or
unquiet
?
He
thought
of
his
poor
child
,
Little
Dorrit
,
for
a
long
time
there
;
he
thought
of
her
going
home
;
he
thought
of
her
in
the
night
;
he
thought
of
her
when
the
day
came
round
again
.
And
the
poor
child
Little
Dorrit
thought
of
him
—
too
faithfully
,
ah
,
too
faithfully
!
—
in
the
shadow
of
the
Marshalsea
wall
.
Mr
Meagles
bestirred
himself
with
such
prompt
activity
in
the
matter
of
the
negotiation
with
Daniel
Doyce
which
Clennam
had
entrusted
to
him
,
that
he
soon
brought
it
into
business
train
,
and
called
on
Clennam
at
nine
o
’
clock
one
morning
to
make
his
report
.
‘
Doyce
is
highly
gratified
by
your
good
opinion
,
’
he
opened
the
business
by
saying
,
‘
and
desires
nothing
so
much
as
that
you
should
examine
the
affairs
of
the
Works
for
yourself
,
and
entirely
understand
them
.
He
has
handed
me
the
keys
of
all
his
books
and
papers
—
here
they
are
jingling
in
this
pocket
—
and
the
only
charge
he
has
given
me
is
“
Let
Mr
Clennam
have
the
means
of
putting
himself
on
a
perfect
equality
with
me
as
to
knowing
whatever
I
know
.
If
it
should
come
to
nothing
after
all
,
he
will
respect
my
confidence
.
Unless
I
was
sure
of
that
to
begin
with
,
I
should
have
nothing
to
do
with
him
.
”
And
there
,
you
see
,
’
said
Mr
Meagles
,
‘
you
have
Daniel
Doyce
all
over
.
’
‘
A
very
honourable
character
.
’
‘
Oh
,
yes
,
to
be
sure
.
Not
a
doubt
of
it
.
Odd
,
but
very
honourable
.
Very
odd
though
.
Now
,
would
you
believe
,
Clennam
,
’
said
Mr
Meagles
,
with
a
hearty
enjoyment
of
his
friend
’
s
eccentricity
,
‘
that
I
had
a
whole
morning
in
What
’
s
-
his
-
name
Yard
—
’
‘
Bleeding
Heart
?
’
