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‘
I
don
’
t
understand
what
he
has
said
,
he
is
so
strange
.
But
nothing
rough
or
disagreeable
.
’
‘
Why
does
he
come
here
to
see
you
?
’
‘
I
don
’
t
know
,
ma
’
am
,
’
said
Little
Dorrit
,
with
perfect
frankness
.
‘
You
know
that
he
does
come
here
to
see
you
?
’
‘
I
have
fancied
so
,
’
said
Little
Dorrit
.
‘
But
why
he
should
come
here
or
anywhere
for
that
,
ma
’
am
,
I
can
’
t
think
.
’
Mrs
Clennam
cast
her
eyes
towards
the
ground
,
and
with
her
strong
,
set
face
,
as
intent
upon
a
subject
in
her
mind
as
it
had
lately
been
upon
the
form
that
seemed
to
pass
out
of
her
view
,
sat
absorbed
.
Some
minutes
elapsed
before
she
came
out
of
this
thoughtfulness
,
and
resumed
her
hard
composure
.
Little
Dorrit
in
the
meanwhile
had
been
waiting
to
go
,
but
afraid
to
disturb
her
by
moving
.
She
now
ventured
to
leave
the
spot
where
she
had
been
standing
since
she
had
risen
,
and
to
pass
gently
round
by
the
wheeled
chair
.
She
stopped
at
its
side
to
say
‘
Good
night
,
ma
’
am
.
’
Mrs
Clennam
put
out
her
hand
,
and
laid
it
on
her
arm
.
Little
Dorrit
,
confused
under
the
touch
,
stood
faltering
.
Perhaps
some
momentary
recollection
of
the
story
of
the
Princess
may
have
been
in
her
mind
.
‘
Tell
me
,
Little
Dorrit
,
’
said
Mrs
Clennam
,
‘
have
you
many
friends
now
?
’
