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‘
Does
it
disgrace
anybody
,
’
said
Little
Dorrit
,
very
gently
,
‘
to
take
care
of
this
poor
old
man
?
’
‘
Yes
,
miss
,
’
returned
her
sister
,
‘
and
you
ought
to
know
it
does
.
And
you
do
know
it
does
,
and
you
do
it
because
you
know
it
does
.
The
principal
pleasure
of
your
life
is
to
remind
your
family
of
their
misfortunes
.
And
the
next
great
pleasure
of
your
existence
is
to
keep
low
company
.
But
,
however
,
if
you
have
no
sense
of
decency
,
I
have
.
You
’
ll
please
to
allow
me
to
go
on
the
other
side
of
the
way
,
unmolested
.
’
With
this
,
she
bounced
across
to
the
opposite
pavement
.
The
old
disgrace
,
who
had
been
deferentially
bowing
a
pace
or
two
off
(
for
Little
Dorrit
had
let
his
arm
go
in
her
wonder
,
when
Fanny
began
)
,
and
who
had
been
hustled
and
cursed
by
impatient
passengers
for
stopping
the
way
,
rejoined
his
companion
,
rather
giddy
,
and
said
,
‘
I
hope
nothing
’
s
wrong
with
your
honoured
father
,
Miss
?
I
hope
there
’
s
nothing
the
matter
in
the
honoured
family
?
’
‘
No
,
no
,
’
returned
Little
Dorrit
.
‘
No
,
thank
you
.
Give
me
your
arm
again
,
Mr
Nandy
.
We
shall
soon
be
there
now
.
’
So
she
talked
to
him
as
she
had
talked
before
,
and
they
came
to
the
Lodge
and
found
Mr
Chivery
on
the
lock
,
and
went
in
.
Now
,
it
happened
that
the
Father
of
the
Marshalsea
was
sauntering
towards
the
Lodge
at
the
moment
when
they
were
coming
out
of
it
,
entering
the
prison
arm
in
arm
.
As
the
spectacle
of
their
approach
met
his
view
,
he
displayed
the
utmost
agitation
and
despondency
of
mind
;
and
—
altogether
regardless
of
Old
Nandy
,
who
,
making
his
reverence
,
stood
with
his
hat
in
his
hand
,
as
he
always
did
in
that
gracious
presence
—
turned
about
,
and
hurried
in
at
his
own
doorway
and
up
the
staircase
.
Leaving
the
old
unfortunate
,
whom
in
an
evil
hour
she
had
taken
under
her
protection
,
with
a
hurried
promise
to
return
to
him
directly
,
Little
Dorrit
hastened
after
her
father
,
and
,
on
the
staircase
,
found
Fanny
following
her
,
and
flouncing
up
with
offended
dignity
.
The
three
came
into
the
room
almost
together
;
and
the
Father
sat
down
in
his
chair
,
buried
his
face
in
his
hands
,
and
uttered
a
groan
.
‘
Of
course
,
’
said
Fanny
.
‘
Very
proper
.
Poor
,
afflicted
Pa
!
Now
,
I
hope
you
believe
me
,
Miss
?
’
‘
What
is
it
,
father
?
’
cried
Little
Dorrit
,
bending
over
him
.
‘
Have
I
made
you
unhappy
,
father
?
Not
I
,
I
hope
!
’
‘
You
hope
,
indeed
!
I
dare
say
!
Oh
,
you
’
—
Fanny
paused
for
a
sufficiently
strong
expression
—
‘
you
Common
-
minded
little
Amy
!
You
complete
prison
-
child
!
’
