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I
am
quite
myself
again
,
my
love
,
quite
myself
.
Go
to
your
room
,
Amy
,
and
make
yourself
look
comfortable
and
pleasant
to
receive
Mr
Clennam
.
’
‘
I
would
rather
stay
in
my
own
room
,
Father
,
’
returned
Little
Dorrit
,
finding
it
more
difficult
than
before
to
regain
her
composure
.
‘
I
would
far
rather
not
see
Mr
Clennam
.
’
‘
Oh
,
fie
,
fie
,
my
dear
,
that
’
s
folly
.
Mr
Clennam
is
a
very
gentlemanly
man
—
very
gentlemanly
.
A
little
reserved
at
times
;
but
I
will
say
extremely
gentlemanly
.
I
couldn
’
t
think
of
your
not
being
here
to
receive
Mr
Clennam
,
my
dear
,
especially
this
afternoon
.
So
go
and
freshen
yourself
up
,
Amy
;
go
and
freshen
yourself
up
,
like
a
good
girl
.
’
Thus
directed
,
Little
Dorrit
dutifully
rose
and
obeyed
:
only
pausing
for
a
moment
as
she
went
out
of
the
room
,
to
give
her
sister
a
kiss
of
reconciliation
.
Upon
which
,
that
young
lady
,
feeling
much
harassed
in
her
mind
,
and
having
for
the
time
worn
out
the
wish
with
which
she
generally
relieved
it
,
conceived
and
executed
the
brilliant
idea
of
wishing
Old
Nandy
dead
,
rather
than
that
he
should
come
bothering
there
like
a
disgusting
,
tiresome
,
wicked
wretch
,
and
making
mischief
between
two
sisters
.
The
Father
of
the
Marshalsea
,
even
humming
a
tune
,
and
wearing
his
black
velvet
cap
a
little
on
one
side
,
so
much
improved
were
his
spirits
,
went
down
into
the
yard
,
and
found
his
old
pensioner
standing
there
hat
in
hand
just
within
the
gate
,
as
he
had
stood
all
this
time
.
‘
Come
,
Nandy
!
’
said
he
,
with
great
suavity
.
‘
Come
up
-
stairs
,
Nandy
;
you
know
the
way
;
why
don
’
t
you
come
up
-
stairs
?
’
He
went
the
length
,
on
this
occasion
,
of
giving
him
his
hand
and
saying
,
‘
How
are
you
,
Nandy
?
Are
you
pretty
well
?
’
To
which
that
vocalist
returned
,
‘
I
thank
you
,
honoured
sir
,
I
am
all
the
better
for
seeing
your
honour
.
’
As
they
went
along
the
yard
,
the
Father
of
the
Marshalsea
presented
him
to
a
Collegian
of
recent
date
.
‘
An
old
acquaintance
of
mine
,
sir
,
an
old
pensioner
.
’
And
then
said
,
‘
Be
covered
,
my
good
Nandy
;
put
your
hat
on
,
’
with
great
consideration
.
His
patronage
did
not
stop
here
;
for
he
charged
Maggy
to
get
the
tea
ready
,
and
instructed
her
to
buy
certain
tea
-
cakes
,
fresh
butter
,
eggs
,
cold
ham
,
and
shrimps
:
to
purchase
which
collation
he
gave
her
a
bank
-
note
for
ten
pounds
,
laying
strict
injunctions
on
her
to
be
careful
of
the
change
.
These
preparations
were
in
an
advanced
stage
of
progress
,
and
his
daughter
Amy
had
come
back
with
her
work
,
when
Clennam
presented
himself
;
whom
he
most
graciously
received
,
and
besought
to
join
their
meal
.
‘
Amy
,
my
love
,
you
know
Mr
Clennam
even
better
than
I
have
the
happiness
of
doing
.
Fanny
,
my
dear
,
you
are
acquainted
with
Mr
Clennam
.
’
Fanny
acknowledged
him
haughtily
;
the
position
she
tacitly
took
up
in
all
such
cases
being
that
there
was
a
vast
conspiracy
to
insult
the
family
by
not
understanding
it
,
or
sufficiently
deferring
to
it
,
and
here
was
one
of
the
conspirators
.
‘
This
,
Mr
Clennam
,
you
must
know
,
is
an
old
pensioner
of
mine
,
Old
Nandy
,
a
very
faithful
old
man
.
’
(
He
always
spoke
of
him
as
an
object
of
great
antiquity
,
but
he
was
two
or
three
years
younger
than
himself
.
)
‘
Let
me
see
.
You
know
Plornish
,
I
think
?
I
think
my
daughter
Amy
has
mentioned
to
me
that
you
know
poor
Plornish
?
’
‘
O
yes
!
’
said
Arthur
Clennam
.
