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‘
I
do
nothing
but
beg
and
pray
you
to
be
comforted
and
overlook
it
.
But
if
I
had
not
known
that
you
were
kind
to
the
old
man
yourself
,
and
took
much
notice
of
him
,
and
were
always
glad
to
see
him
,
I
would
not
have
come
here
with
him
,
father
,
I
would
not
,
indeed
.
What
I
have
been
so
unhappy
as
to
do
,
I
have
done
in
mistake
.
I
would
not
wilfully
bring
a
tear
to
your
eyes
,
dear
love
!
’
said
Little
Dorrit
,
her
heart
well
-
nigh
broken
,
‘
for
anything
the
world
could
give
me
,
or
anything
it
could
take
away
.
’
Fanny
,
with
a
partly
angry
and
partly
repentant
sob
,
began
to
cry
herself
,
and
to
say
—
as
this
young
lady
always
said
when
she
was
half
in
passion
and
half
out
of
it
,
half
spiteful
with
herself
and
half
spiteful
with
everybody
else
—
that
she
wished
she
were
dead
.
The
Father
of
the
Marshalsea
in
the
meantime
took
his
younger
daughter
to
his
breast
,
and
patted
her
head
.
‘
There
,
there
!
Say
no
more
,
Amy
,
say
no
more
,
my
child
.
I
will
forget
it
as
soon
as
I
can
.
I
,
’
with
hysterical
cheerfulness
,
‘
I
—
shall
soon
be
able
to
dismiss
it
.
It
is
perfectly
true
,
my
dear
,
that
I
am
always
glad
to
see
my
old
pensioner
—
as
such
,
as
such
—
and
that
I
do
—
ha
—
extend
as
much
protection
and
kindness
to
the
—
hum
—
the
bruised
reed
—
I
trust
I
may
so
call
him
without
impropriety
—
as
in
my
circumstances
,
I
can
.
It
is
quite
true
that
this
is
the
case
,
my
dear
child
.
At
the
same
time
,
I
preserve
in
doing
this
,
if
I
may
—
ha
—
if
I
may
use
the
expression
—
Spirit
.
Becoming
Spirit
.
And
there
are
some
things
which
are
,
’
he
stopped
to
sob
,
‘
irreconcilable
with
that
,
and
wound
that
—
wound
it
deeply
.
It
is
not
that
I
have
seen
my
good
Amy
attentive
,
and
—
ha
—
condescending
to
my
old
pensioner
—
it
is
not
that
that
hurts
me
.
It
is
,
if
I
am
to
close
the
painful
subject
by
being
explicit
,
that
I
have
seen
my
child
,
my
own
child
,
my
own
daughter
,
coming
into
this
College
out
of
the
public
streets
—
smiling
!
smiling
!
—
arm
in
arm
with
—
O
my
God
,
a
livery
!
’
This
reference
to
the
coat
of
no
cut
and
no
time
,
the
unfortunate
gentleman
gasped
forth
,
in
a
scarcely
audible
voice
,
and
with
his
clenched
pocket
-
handkerchief
raised
in
the
air
.
His
excited
feelings
might
have
found
some
further
painful
utterance
,
but
for
a
knock
at
the
door
,
which
had
been
already
twice
repeated
,
and
to
which
Fanny
(
still
wishing
herself
dead
,
and
indeed
now
going
so
far
as
to
add
,
buried
)
cried
‘
Come
in
!
’
‘
Ah
,
Young
John
!
’
said
the
Father
,
in
an
altered
and
calmed
voice
.
‘
What
is
it
,
Young
John
?
’
‘
A
letter
for
you
,
sir
,
being
left
in
the
Lodge
just
this
minute
,
and
a
message
with
it
,
I
thought
,
happening
to
be
there
myself
,
sir
,
I
would
bring
it
to
your
room
.
’
The
speaker
’
s
attention
was
much
distracted
by
the
piteous
spectacle
of
Little
Dorrit
at
her
father
’
s
feet
,
with
her
head
turned
away
.
‘
Indeed
,
John
?
Thank
you
.
’
‘
The
letter
is
from
Mr
Clennam
,
sir
—
it
’
s
the
answer
—
and
the
message
was
,
sir
,
that
Mr
Clennam
also
sent
his
compliments
,
and
word
that
he
would
do
himself
the
pleasure
of
calling
this
afternoon
,
hoping
to
see
you
,
and
likewise
,
’
attention
more
distracted
than
before
,
‘
Miss
Amy
.
