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‘
You
industrious
little
fairy
,
’
returned
Flora
,
taking
,
in
another
cup
of
tea
,
another
of
the
doses
prescribed
by
her
medical
man
,
‘
there
’
s
not
the
slightest
hurry
and
it
’
s
better
that
we
should
begin
by
being
confidential
about
our
mutual
friend
—
too
cold
a
word
for
me
at
least
I
don
’
t
mean
that
,
very
proper
expression
mutual
friend
—
than
become
through
mere
formalities
not
you
but
me
like
the
Spartan
boy
with
the
fox
biting
him
,
which
I
hope
you
’
ll
excuse
my
bringing
up
for
of
all
the
tiresome
boys
that
will
go
tumbling
into
every
sort
of
company
that
boy
’
s
the
tiresomest
.
’
Little
Dorrit
,
her
face
very
pale
,
sat
down
again
to
listen
.
‘
Hadn
’
t
I
better
work
the
while
?
’
she
asked
.
‘
I
can
work
and
attend
too
.
I
would
rather
,
if
I
may
.
’
Her
earnestness
was
so
expressive
of
her
being
uneasy
without
her
work
,
that
Flora
answered
,
‘
Well
my
dear
whatever
you
like
best
,
’
and
produced
a
basket
of
white
handkerchiefs
.
Little
Dorrit
gladly
put
it
by
her
side
,
took
out
her
little
pocket
-
housewife
,
threaded
the
needle
,
and
began
to
hem
.
‘
What
nimble
fingers
you
have
,
’
said
Flora
,
‘
but
are
you
sure
you
are
well
?
’
‘
Oh
yes
,
indeed
!
’
Flora
put
her
feet
upon
the
fender
,
and
settled
herself
for
a
thorough
good
romantic
disclosure
.
She
started
off
at
score
,
tossing
her
head
,
sighing
in
the
most
demonstrative
manner
,
making
a
great
deal
of
use
of
her
eyebrows
,
and
occasionally
,
but
not
often
,
glancing
at
the
quiet
face
that
bent
over
the
work
.
‘
You
must
know
my
dear
,
’
said
Flora
,
‘
but
that
I
have
no
doubt
you
know
already
not
only
because
I
have
already
thrown
it
out
in
a
general
way
but
because
I
feel
I
carry
it
stamped
in
burning
what
’
s
his
names
upon
my
brow
that
before
I
was
introduced
to
the
late
Mr
F
.
I
had
been
engaged
to
Arthur
Clennam
—
Mr
Clennam
in
public
where
reserve
is
necessary
Arthur
here
—
we
were
all
in
all
to
one
another
it
was
the
morning
of
life
it
was
bliss
it
was
frenzy
it
was
everything
else
of
that
sort
in
the
highest
degree
,
when
rent
asunder
we
turned
to
stone
in
which
capacity
Arthur
went
to
China
and
I
became
the
statue
bride
of
the
late
Mr
F
.
’
Flora
,
uttering
these
words
in
a
deep
voice
,
enjoyed
herself
immensely
.
‘
To
paint
,
’
said
she
,
‘
the
emotions
of
that
morning
when
all
was
marble
within
and
Mr
F
.
‘
s
Aunt
followed
in
a
glass
-
coach
which
it
stands
to
reason
must
have
been
in
shameful
repair
or
it
never
could
have
broken
down
two
streets
from
the
house
and
Mr
F
.
‘
s
Aunt
brought
home
like
the
fifth
of
November
in
a
rush
-
bottomed
chair
I
will
not
attempt
,
suffice
it
to
say
that
the
hollow
form
of
breakfast
took
place
in
the
dining
-
room
downstairs
that
papa
partaking
too
freely
of
pickled
salmon
was
ill
for
weeks
and
that
Mr
F
.
and
myself
went
upon
a
continental
tour
to
Calais
where
the
people
fought
for
us
on
the
pier
until
they
separated
us
though
not
for
ever
that
was
not
yet
to
be
.
’
