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‘
Going
out
by
the
day
!
Do
you
speak
of
Little
Dorrit
?
’
‘
Why
yes
of
course
,
’
returned
Flora
;
‘
and
of
all
the
strangest
names
I
ever
heard
the
strangest
,
like
a
place
down
in
the
country
with
a
turnpike
,
or
a
favourite
pony
or
a
puppy
or
a
bird
or
something
from
a
seed
-
shop
to
be
put
in
a
garden
or
a
flower
-
pot
and
come
up
speckled
.
’
‘
Then
,
Flora
,
’
said
Arthur
,
with
a
sudden
interest
in
the
conversation
,
‘
Mr
Casby
was
so
kind
as
to
mention
Little
Dorrit
to
you
,
was
he
?
What
did
he
say
?
’
‘
Oh
you
know
what
papa
is
,
’
rejoined
Flora
,
‘
and
how
aggravatingly
he
sits
looking
beautiful
and
turning
his
thumbs
over
and
over
one
another
till
he
makes
one
giddy
if
one
keeps
one
’
s
eyes
upon
him
,
he
said
when
we
were
talking
of
you
—
I
don
’
t
know
who
began
the
subject
Arthur
(
Doyce
and
Clennam
)
but
I
am
sure
it
wasn
’
t
me
,
at
least
I
hope
not
but
you
really
must
excuse
my
confessing
more
on
that
point
.
’
‘
Certainly
,
’
said
Arthur
.
‘
By
all
means
.
’
‘
You
are
very
ready
,
’
pouted
Flora
,
coming
to
a
sudden
stop
in
a
captivating
bashfulness
,
‘
that
I
must
admit
,
Papa
said
you
had
spoken
of
her
in
an
earnest
way
and
I
said
what
I
have
told
you
and
that
’
s
all
.
’
‘
That
’
s
all
?
’
said
Arthur
,
a
little
disappointed
.
‘
Except
that
when
Pancks
told
us
of
your
having
embarked
in
this
business
and
with
difficulty
persuaded
us
that
it
was
really
you
I
said
to
Mr
F
.
‘
s
Aunt
then
we
would
come
and
ask
you
if
it
would
be
agreeable
to
all
parties
that
she
should
be
engaged
at
our
house
when
required
for
I
know
she
often
goes
to
your
mama
’
s
and
I
know
that
your
mama
has
a
very
touchy
temper
Arthur
—
Doyce
and
Clennam
—
or
I
never
might
have
married
Mr
F
.
and
might
have
been
at
this
hour
but
I
am
running
into
nonsense
.
’
‘
It
was
very
kind
of
you
,
Flora
,
to
think
of
this
.
’
