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‘
Secret
?
No
,
I
have
no
secret
,
’
said
Little
Dorrit
in
some
trouble
.
They
had
been
speaking
in
low
voices
;
more
because
it
was
natural
to
what
they
said
to
adopt
that
tone
,
than
with
any
care
to
reserve
it
from
Maggy
at
her
work
.
All
of
a
sudden
Maggy
stared
again
,
and
this
time
spoke
:
‘
I
say
!
Little
Mother
!
’
‘
Yes
,
Maggy
.
’
‘
If
you
an
’
t
got
no
secret
of
your
own
to
tell
him
,
tell
him
that
about
the
Princess
.
She
had
a
secret
,
you
know
.
’
‘
The
Princess
had
a
secret
?
’
said
Clennam
,
in
some
surprise
.
‘
What
Princess
was
that
,
Maggy
?
’
‘
Lor
!
How
you
do
go
and
bother
a
gal
of
ten
,
’
said
Maggy
,
‘
catching
the
poor
thing
up
in
that
way
.
Whoever
said
the
Princess
had
a
secret
?
I
never
said
so
.
’
‘
I
beg
your
pardon
.
I
thought
you
did
.
’
‘
No
,
I
didn
’
t
.
How
could
I
,
when
it
was
her
as
wanted
to
find
it
out
?
It
was
the
little
woman
as
had
the
secret
,
and
she
was
always
a
spinning
at
her
wheel
.
And
so
she
says
to
her
,
why
do
you
keep
it
there
?
And
so
the
t
’
other
one
says
to
her
,
no
I
don
’
t
;
and
so
the
t
’
other
one
says
to
her
,
yes
you
do
;
and
then
they
both
goes
to
the
cupboard
,
and
there
it
is
.
And
she
wouldn
’
t
go
into
the
Hospital
,
and
so
she
died
.
You
know
,
Little
Mother
;
tell
him
that
.
For
it
was
a
reg
’
lar
good
secret
,
that
was
!
’
cried
Maggy
,
hugging
herself
.
