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Clennam
gently
put
his
hand
upon
her
work
,
and
said
,
‘
Dear
Little
Dorrit
,
let
me
lay
it
down
.
’
She
yielded
it
to
him
,
and
he
put
it
aside
.
Her
hands
were
then
nervously
clasping
together
,
but
he
took
one
of
them
.
‘
How
seldom
I
have
seen
you
lately
,
Little
Dorrit
!
’
‘
I
have
been
busy
,
sir
.
’
‘
But
I
heard
only
to
-
day
,
’
said
Clennam
,
‘
by
mere
accident
,
of
your
having
been
with
those
good
people
close
by
me
.
Why
not
come
to
me
,
then
?
’
‘
I
—
I
don
’
t
know
.
Or
rather
,
I
thought
you
might
be
busy
too
.
You
generally
are
now
,
are
you
not
?
’
He
saw
her
trembling
little
form
and
her
downcast
face
,
and
the
eyes
that
drooped
the
moment
they
were
raised
to
his
—
he
saw
them
almost
with
as
much
concern
as
tenderness
.
‘
My
child
,
your
manner
is
so
changed
!
’
The
trembling
was
now
quite
beyond
her
control
.
Softly
withdrawing
her
hand
,
and
laying
it
in
her
other
hand
,
she
sat
before
him
with
her
head
bent
and
her
whole
form
trembling
.
‘
My
own
Little
Dorrit
,
’
said
Clennam
,
compassionately
.
