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Arthur
looked
at
Little
Dorrit
for
help
to
comprehend
this
,
and
was
struck
by
seeing
her
so
timid
and
red
.
But
,
when
she
told
him
that
it
was
only
a
Fairy
Tale
she
had
one
day
made
up
for
Maggy
,
and
that
there
was
nothing
in
it
which
she
wouldn
’
t
be
ashamed
to
tell
again
to
anybody
else
,
even
if
she
could
remember
it
,
he
left
the
subject
where
it
was
.
However
,
he
returned
to
his
own
subject
by
first
entreating
her
to
see
him
oftener
,
and
to
remember
that
it
was
impossible
to
have
a
stronger
interest
in
her
welfare
than
he
had
,
or
to
be
more
set
upon
promoting
it
than
he
was
.
When
she
answered
fervently
,
she
well
knew
that
,
she
never
forgot
it
,
he
touched
upon
his
second
and
more
delicate
point
—
the
suspicion
he
had
formed
.
‘
Little
Dorrit
,
’
he
said
,
taking
her
hand
again
,
and
speaking
lower
than
he
had
spoken
yet
,
so
that
even
Maggy
in
the
small
room
could
not
hear
him
,
‘
another
word
.
I
have
wanted
very
much
to
say
this
to
you
;
I
have
tried
for
opportunities
.
Don
’
t
mind
me
,
who
,
for
the
matter
of
years
,
might
be
your
father
or
your
uncle
.
Always
think
of
me
as
quite
an
old
man
.
I
know
that
all
your
devotion
centres
in
this
room
,
and
that
nothing
to
the
last
will
ever
tempt
you
away
from
the
duties
you
discharge
here
.
If
I
were
not
sure
of
it
,
I
should
,
before
now
,
have
implored
you
,
and
implored
your
father
,
to
let
me
make
some
provision
for
you
in
a
more
suitable
place
.
But
you
may
have
an
interest
—
I
will
not
say
,
now
,
though
even
that
might
be
—
may
have
,
at
another
time
,
an
interest
in
some
one
else
;
an
interest
not
incompatible
with
your
affection
here
.
’
She
was
very
,
very
pale
,
and
silently
shook
her
head
.
‘
It
may
be
,
dear
Little
Dorrit
.
’
‘
No
.
No
.
No
.
’
She
shook
her
head
,
after
each
slow
repetition
of
the
word
,
with
an
air
of
quiet
desolation
that
he
remembered
long
afterwards
.
The
time
came
when
he
remembered
it
well
,
long
afterwards
,
within
those
prison
walls
;
within
that
very
room
.
‘
But
,
if
it
ever
should
be
,
tell
me
so
,
my
dear
child
.
Entrust
the
truth
to
me
,
point
out
the
object
of
such
an
interest
to
me
,
and
I
will
try
with
all
the
zeal
,
and
honour
,
and
friendship
and
respect
that
I
feel
for
you
,
good
Little
Dorrit
of
my
heart
,
to
do
you
a
lasting
service
.
’
‘
O
thank
you
,
thank
you
!
But
,
O
no
,
O
no
,
O
no
!
’
She
said
this
,
looking
at
him
with
her
work
-
worn
hands
folded
together
,
and
in
the
same
resigned
accents
as
before
.
‘
I
press
for
no
confidence
now
.
I
only
ask
you
to
repose
unhesitating
trust
in
me
.
’
