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He
stopped
these
angry
reproaches
with
a
wave
of
his
hand
,
and
sobbed
out
,
raising
his
face
and
shaking
his
melancholy
head
at
his
younger
daughter
,
‘
Amy
,
I
know
that
you
are
innocent
in
intention
.
But
you
have
cut
me
to
the
soul
.
’
‘
Innocent
in
intention
!
’
the
implacable
Fanny
struck
in
.
‘
Stuff
in
intention
!
Low
in
intention
!
Lowering
of
the
family
in
intention
!
’
‘
Father
!
’
cried
Little
Dorrit
,
pale
and
trembling
.
‘
I
am
very
sorry
.
Pray
forgive
me
.
Tell
me
how
it
is
,
that
I
may
not
do
it
again
!
’
‘
How
it
is
,
you
prevaricating
little
piece
of
goods
!
’
cried
Fanny
.
‘
You
know
how
it
is
.
I
have
told
you
already
,
so
don
’
t
fly
in
the
face
of
Providence
by
attempting
to
deny
it
!
’
‘
Hush
!
Amy
,
’
said
the
father
,
passing
his
pocket
-
handkerchief
several
times
across
his
face
,
and
then
grasping
it
convulsively
in
the
hand
that
dropped
across
his
knee
,
‘
I
have
done
what
I
could
to
keep
you
select
here
;
I
have
done
what
I
could
to
retain
you
a
position
here
.
I
may
have
succeeded
;
I
may
not
.
You
may
know
it
;
you
may
not
.
I
give
no
opinion
.
I
have
endured
everything
here
but
humiliation
.
That
I
have
happily
been
spared
—
until
this
day
.
’
Here
his
convulsive
grasp
unclosed
itself
,
and
he
put
his
pocket
-
handkerchief
to
his
eyes
again
.
Little
Dorrit
,
on
the
ground
beside
him
,
with
her
imploring
hand
upon
his
arm
,
watched
him
remorsefully
.
Coming
out
of
his
fit
of
grief
,
he
clenched
his
pocket
-
handkerchief
once
more
.
‘
Humiliation
I
have
happily
been
spared
until
this
day
.
Through
all
my
troubles
there
has
been
that
—
Spirit
in
myself
,
and
that
—
that
submission
to
it
,
if
I
may
use
the
term
,
in
those
about
me
,
which
has
spared
me
—
ha
—
humiliation
.
But
this
day
,
this
minute
,
I
have
keenly
felt
it
.
’
‘
Of
course
!
How
could
it
be
otherwise
?
’
exclaimed
the
irrepressible
Fanny
.
‘
Careering
and
prancing
about
with
a
Pauper
!
’
(
air
-
gun
again
)
.
‘
But
,
dear
father
,
’
cried
Little
Dorrit
,
‘
I
don
’
t
justify
myself
for
having
wounded
your
dear
heart
—
no
!
Heaven
knows
I
don
’
t
!
’
She
clasped
her
hands
in
quite
an
agony
of
distress
.
