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If
Little
Dorrit
were
beyond
measure
perplexed
by
this
curious
conduct
on
the
part
of
her
new
acquaintance
,
and
by
finding
herself
involved
in
this
singular
treaty
,
her
perplexity
was
not
diminished
by
ensuing
circumstances
.
Besides
that
Mr
Pancks
took
every
opportunity
afforded
him
in
Mr
Casby
’
s
house
of
significantly
glancing
at
her
and
snorting
at
her
—
which
was
not
much
,
after
what
he
had
done
already
—
he
began
to
pervade
her
daily
life
.
She
saw
him
in
the
street
,
constantly
.
When
she
went
to
Mr
Casby
’
s
,
he
was
always
there
.
When
she
went
to
Mrs
Clennam
’
s
,
he
came
there
on
any
pretence
,
as
if
to
keep
her
in
his
sight
.
A
week
had
not
gone
by
,
when
she
found
him
to
her
astonishment
in
the
Lodge
one
night
,
conversing
with
the
turnkey
on
duty
,
and
to
all
appearance
one
of
his
familiar
companions
.
Her
next
surprise
was
to
find
him
equally
at
his
ease
within
the
prison
;
to
hear
of
his
presenting
himself
among
the
visitors
at
her
father
’
s
Sunday
levee
;
to
see
him
arm
in
arm
with
a
Collegiate
friend
about
the
yard
;
to
learn
,
from
Fame
,
that
he
had
greatly
distinguished
himself
one
evening
at
the
social
club
that
held
its
meetings
in
the
Snuggery
,
by
addressing
a
speech
to
the
members
of
the
institution
,
singing
a
song
,
and
treating
the
company
to
five
gallons
of
ale
—
report
madly
added
a
bushel
of
shrimps
.
The
effect
on
Mr
Plornish
of
such
of
these
phenomena
as
he
became
an
eye
-
witness
of
in
his
faithful
visits
,
made
an
impression
on
Little
Dorrit
only
second
to
that
produced
by
the
phenomena
themselves
.
They
seemed
to
gag
and
bind
him
.
He
could
only
stare
,
and
sometimes
weakly
mutter
that
it
wouldn
’
t
be
believed
down
Bleeding
Heart
Yard
that
this
was
Pancks
;
but
he
never
said
a
word
more
,
or
made
a
sign
more
,
even
to
Little
Dorrit
.
Mr
Pancks
crowned
his
mysteries
by
making
himself
acquainted
with
Tip
in
some
unknown
manner
,
and
taking
a
Sunday
saunter
into
the
College
on
that
gentleman
’
s
arm
.
Throughout
he
never
took
any
notice
of
Little
Dorrit
,
save
once
or
twice
when
he
happened
to
come
close
to
her
and
there
was
no
one
very
near
;
on
which
occasions
,
he
said
in
passing
,
with
a
friendly
look
and
a
puff
of
encouragement
,
‘
Pancks
the
gipsy
—
fortune
-
telling
.
’
Little
Dorrit
worked
and
strove
as
usual
,
wondering
at
all
this
,
but
keeping
her
wonder
,
as
she
had
from
her
earliest
years
kept
many
heavier
loads
,
in
her
own
breast
.
A
change
had
stolen
,
and
was
stealing
yet
,
over
the
patient
heart
.
Every
day
found
her
something
more
retiring
than
the
day
before
.
To
pass
in
and
out
of
the
prison
unnoticed
,
and
elsewhere
to
be
overlooked
and
forgotten
,
were
,
for
herself
,
her
chief
desires
.
To
her
own
room
too
,
strangely
assorted
room
for
her
delicate
youth
and
character
,
she
was
glad
to
retreat
as
often
as
she
could
without
desertion
of
any
duty
.
There
were
afternoon
times
when
she
was
unemployed
,
when
visitors
dropped
in
to
play
a
hand
at
cards
with
her
father
,
when
she
could
be
spared
and
was
better
away
.
Then
she
would
flit
along
the
yard
,
climb
the
scores
of
stairs
that
led
to
her
room
,
and
take
her
seat
at
the
window
.
Many
combinations
did
those
spikes
upon
the
wall
assume
,
many
light
shapes
did
the
strong
iron
weave
itself
into
,
many
golden
touches
fell
upon
the
rust
,
while
Little
Dorrit
sat
there
musing
.
New
zig
-
zags
sprung
into
the
cruel
pattern
sometimes
,
when
she
saw
it
through
a
burst
of
tears
;
but
beautified
or
hardened
still
,
always
over
it
and
under
it
and
through
it
,
she
was
fain
to
look
in
her
solitude
,
seeing
everything
with
that
ineffaceable
brand
.
A
garret
,
and
a
Marshalsea
garret
without
compromise
,
was
Little
Dorrit
’
s
room
.
Beautifully
kept
,
it
was
ugly
in
itself
,
and
had
little
but
cleanliness
and
air
to
set
it
off
;
for
what
embellishment
she
had
ever
been
able
to
buy
,
had
gone
to
her
father
’
s
room
.
Howbeit
,
for
this
poor
place
she
showed
an
increasing
love
;
and
to
sit
in
it
alone
became
her
favourite
rest
.
Insomuch
,
that
on
a
certain
afternoon
during
the
Pancks
mysteries
,
when
she
was
seated
at
her
window
,
and
heard
Maggy
’
s
well
-
known
step
coming
up
the
stairs
,
she
was
very
much
disturbed
by
the
apprehension
of
being
summoned
away
.
As
Maggy
’
s
step
came
higher
up
and
nearer
,
she
trembled
and
faltered
;
and
it
was
as
much
as
she
could
do
to
speak
,
when
Maggy
at
length
appeared
.
‘
Please
,
Little
Mother
,
’
said
Maggy
,
panting
for
breath
,
‘
you
must
come
down
and
see
him
.
He
’
s
here
.
’
‘
Who
,
Maggy
?
’
‘
Who
,
o
’
course
Mr
Clennam
.
He
’
s
in
your
father
’
s
room
,
and
he
says
to
me
,
Maggy
,
will
you
be
so
kind
and
go
and
say
it
’
s
only
me
.
’
