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‘
Very
few
,
ma
’
am
.
Besides
you
,
only
Miss
Flora
and
—
one
more
.
’
‘
Meaning
,
’
said
Mrs
Clennam
,
with
her
unbent
finger
again
pointing
to
the
door
,
‘
that
man
?
’
‘
Oh
no
,
ma
’
am
!
’
‘
Some
friend
of
his
,
perhaps
?
’
‘
No
ma
’
am
.
’
Little
Dorrit
earnestly
shook
her
head
.
‘
Oh
no
!
No
one
at
all
like
him
,
or
belonging
to
him
.
’
‘
Well
!
’
said
Mrs
Clennam
,
almost
smiling
.
‘
It
is
no
affair
of
mine
.
I
ask
,
because
I
take
an
interest
in
you
;
and
because
I
believe
I
was
your
friend
when
you
had
no
other
who
could
serve
you
.
Is
that
so
?
’
‘
Yes
,
ma
’
am
;
indeed
it
is
.
I
have
been
here
many
a
time
when
,
but
for
you
and
the
work
you
gave
me
,
we
should
have
wanted
everything
.
’
‘
We
,
’
repeated
Mrs
Clennam
,
looking
towards
the
watch
,
once
her
dead
husband
’
s
,
which
always
lay
upon
her
table
.
‘
Are
there
many
of
you
?
’
‘
Only
father
and
I
,
now
.
I
mean
,
only
father
and
I
to
keep
regularly
out
of
what
we
get
.
’
‘
Have
you
undergone
many
privations
?
You
and
your
father
and
who
else
there
may
be
of
you
?
’
asked
Mrs
Clennam
,
speaking
deliberately
,
and
meditatively
turning
the
watch
over
and
over
.
