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‘
It
is
only
that
I
feel
a
little
overcome
by
your
kindness
,
and
by
Mr
Clennam
’
s
kindness
in
confiding
me
to
one
he
has
known
and
loved
so
long
.
’
‘
Well
really
my
dear
,
’
said
Flora
,
who
had
a
decided
tendency
to
be
always
honest
when
she
gave
herself
time
to
think
about
it
,
‘
it
’
s
as
well
to
leave
that
alone
now
,
for
I
couldn
’
t
undertake
to
say
after
all
,
but
it
doesn
’
t
signify
lie
down
a
little
!
’
‘
I
have
always
been
strong
enough
to
do
what
I
want
to
do
,
and
I
shall
be
quite
well
directly
,
’
returned
Little
Dorrit
,
with
a
faint
smile
.
‘
You
have
overpowered
me
with
gratitude
,
that
’
s
all
.
If
I
keep
near
the
window
for
a
moment
I
shall
be
quite
myself
.
’
Flora
opened
a
window
,
sat
her
in
a
chair
by
it
,
and
considerately
retired
to
her
former
place
.
It
was
a
windy
day
,
and
the
air
stirring
on
Little
Dorrit
’
s
face
soon
brightened
it
.
In
a
very
few
minutes
she
returned
to
her
basket
of
work
,
and
her
nimble
fingers
were
as
nimble
as
ever
.
Quietly
pursuing
her
task
,
she
asked
Flora
if
Mr
Clennam
had
told
her
where
she
lived
?
When
Flora
replied
in
the
negative
,
Little
Dorrit
said
that
she
understood
why
he
had
been
so
delicate
,
but
that
she
felt
sure
he
would
approve
of
her
confiding
her
secret
to
Flora
,
and
that
she
would
therefore
do
so
now
with
Flora
’
s
permission
.
Receiving
an
encouraging
answer
,
she
condensed
the
narrative
of
her
life
into
a
few
scanty
words
about
herself
and
a
glowing
eulogy
upon
her
father
;
and
Flora
took
it
all
in
with
a
natural
tenderness
that
quite
understood
it
,
and
in
which
there
was
no
incoherence
.
When
dinner
-
time
came
,
Flora
drew
the
arm
of
her
new
charge
through
hers
,
and
led
her
down
-
stairs
,
and
presented
her
to
the
Patriarch
and
Mr
Pancks
,
who
were
already
in
the
dining
-
room
waiting
to
begin
.
(
Mr
F
.
‘
s
Aunt
was
,
for
the
time
,
laid
up
in
ordinary
in
her
chamber
.
)
By
those
gentlemen
she
was
received
according
to
their
characters
;
the
Patriarch
appearing
to
do
her
some
inestimable
service
in
saying
that
he
was
glad
to
see
her
,
glad
to
see
her
;
and
Mr
Pancks
blowing
off
his
favourite
sound
as
a
salute
.
In
that
new
presence
she
would
have
been
bashful
enough
under
any
circumstances
,
and
particularly
under
Flora
’
s
insisting
on
her
drinking
a
glass
of
wine
and
eating
of
the
best
that
was
there
;
but
her
constraint
was
greatly
increased
by
Mr
Pancks
.
The
demeanour
of
that
gentleman
at
first
suggested
to
her
mind
that
he
might
be
a
taker
of
likenesses
,
so
intently
did
he
look
at
her
,
and
so
frequently
did
he
glance
at
the
little
note
-
book
by
his
side
.
Observing
that
he
made
no
sketch
,
however
,
and
that
he
talked
about
business
only
,
she
began
to
have
suspicions
that
he
represented
some
creditor
of
her
father
’
s
,
the
balance
due
to
whom
was
noted
in
that
pocket
volume
.
Regarded
from
this
point
of
view
Mr
Pancks
’
s
puffings
expressed
injury
and
impatience
,
and
each
of
his
louder
snorts
became
a
demand
for
payment
.
But
here
again
she
was
undeceived
by
anomalous
and
incongruous
conduct
on
the
part
of
Mr
Pancks
himself
.
She
had
left
the
table
half
an
hour
,
and
was
at
work
alone
.
Flora
had
‘
gone
to
lie
down
’
in
the
next
room
,
concurrently
with
which
retirement
a
smell
of
something
to
drink
had
broken
out
in
the
house
.
The
Patriarch
was
fast
asleep
,
with
his
philanthropic
mouth
open
under
a
yellow
pocket
-
handkerchief
in
the
dining
-
room
.
At
this
quiet
time
,
Mr
Pancks
softly
appeared
before
her
,
urbanely
nodding
.
‘
Find
it
a
little
dull
,
Miss
Dorrit
?
’
inquired
Pancks
in
a
low
voice
.
