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Mr
Plornish
,
after
his
usual
manner
,
was
a
little
obscure
,
but
conscientiously
emphatic
.
‘
And
what
she
come
to
our
place
for
,
’
he
pursued
,
‘
was
to
leave
word
that
if
Miss
Dorrit
would
step
up
to
that
card
—
which
it
’
s
Mr
Casby
’
s
house
that
is
,
and
Pancks
he
has
a
office
at
the
back
,
where
he
really
does
,
beyond
belief
—
she
would
be
glad
for
to
engage
her
.
She
was
a
old
and
a
dear
friend
,
she
said
particular
,
of
Mr
Clennam
,
and
hoped
for
to
prove
herself
a
useful
friend
to
his
friend
.
Them
was
her
words
.
Wishing
to
know
whether
Miss
Dorrit
could
come
to
-
morrow
morning
,
I
said
I
would
see
you
,
Miss
,
and
inquire
,
and
look
round
there
to
-
night
,
to
say
yes
,
or
,
if
you
was
engaged
to
-
morrow
,
when
?
’
‘
I
can
go
to
-
morrow
,
thank
you
,
’
said
Little
Dorrit
.
‘
This
is
very
kind
of
you
,
but
you
are
always
kind
.
’
Mr
Plornish
,
with
a
modest
disavowal
of
his
merits
,
opened
the
room
door
for
her
readmission
,
and
followed
her
in
with
such
an
exceedingly
bald
pretence
of
not
having
been
out
at
all
,
that
her
father
might
have
observed
it
without
being
very
suspicious
.
In
his
affable
unconsciousness
,
however
,
he
took
no
heed
.
Plornish
,
after
a
little
conversation
,
in
which
he
blended
his
former
duty
as
a
Collegian
with
his
present
privilege
as
a
humble
outside
friend
,
qualified
again
by
his
low
estate
as
a
plasterer
,
took
his
leave
;
making
the
tour
of
the
prison
before
he
left
,
and
looking
on
at
a
game
of
skittles
with
the
mixed
feelings
of
an
old
inhabitant
who
had
his
private
reasons
for
believing
that
it
might
be
his
destiny
to
come
back
again
.
Early
in
the
morning
,
Little
Dorrit
,
leaving
Maggy
in
high
domestic
trust
,
set
off
for
the
Patriarchal
tent
.
She
went
by
the
Iron
Bridge
,
though
it
cost
her
a
penny
,
and
walked
more
slowly
in
that
part
of
her
journey
than
in
any
other
.
At
five
minutes
before
eight
her
hand
was
on
the
Patriarchal
knocker
,
which
was
quite
as
high
as
she
could
reach
.
She
gave
Mrs
Finching
’
s
card
to
the
young
woman
who
opened
the
door
,
and
the
young
woman
told
her
that
‘
Miss
Flora
’
—
Flora
having
,
on
her
return
to
the
parental
roof
,
reinvested
herself
with
the
title
under
which
she
had
lived
there
—
was
not
yet
out
of
her
bedroom
,
but
she
was
to
please
to
walk
up
into
Miss
Flora
’
s
sitting
-
room
.
She
walked
up
into
Miss
Flora
’
s
sitting
-
room
,
as
in
duty
bound
,
and
there
found
a
breakfast
-
table
comfortably
laid
for
two
,
with
a
supplementary
tray
upon
it
laid
for
one
.
The
young
woman
,
disappearing
for
a
few
moments
,
returned
to
say
that
she
was
to
please
to
take
a
chair
by
the
fire
,
and
to
take
off
her
bonnet
and
make
herself
at
home
.
But
Little
Dorrit
,
being
bashful
,
and
not
used
to
make
herself
at
home
on
such
occasions
,
felt
at
a
loss
how
to
do
it
;
so
she
was
still
sitting
near
the
door
with
her
bonnet
on
,
when
Flora
came
in
in
a
hurry
half
an
hour
afterwards
.
Flora
was
so
sorry
to
have
kept
her
waiting
,
and
good
gracious
why
did
she
sit
out
there
in
the
cold
when
she
had
expected
to
find
her
by
the
fire
reading
the
paper
,
and
hadn
’
t
that
heedless
girl
given
her
the
message
then
,
and
had
she
really
been
in
her
bonnet
all
this
time
,
and
pray
for
goodness
sake
let
Flora
take
it
off
!
Flora
taking
it
off
in
the
best
-
natured
manner
in
the
world
,
was
so
struck
with
the
face
disclosed
,
that
she
said
,
‘
Why
,
what
a
good
little
thing
you
are
,
my
dear
!
’
and
pressed
her
face
between
her
hands
like
the
gentlest
of
women
.
It
was
the
word
and
the
action
of
a
moment
.
Little
Dorrit
had
hardly
time
to
think
how
kind
it
was
,
when
Flora
dashed
at
the
breakfast
-
table
full
of
business
,
and
plunged
over
head
and
ears
into
loquacity
.
