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‘
In
times
for
ever
fled
I
was
going
to
say
it
would
have
sounded
strange
indeed
for
Arthur
Clennam
—
Doyce
and
Clennam
naturally
quite
different
—
to
make
apologies
for
coming
here
at
any
time
,
but
that
is
past
and
what
is
past
can
never
be
recalled
except
in
his
own
case
as
poor
Mr
F
.
said
when
he
was
in
spirits
Cucumber
and
therefore
never
ate
it
.
’
She
was
making
the
tea
when
Arthur
came
in
,
and
now
hastily
finished
that
operation
.
‘
Papa
,
’
she
said
,
all
mystery
and
whisper
,
as
she
shut
down
the
tea
-
pot
lid
,
‘
is
sitting
prosingly
breaking
his
new
laid
egg
in
the
back
parlour
over
the
City
article
exactly
like
the
Woodpecker
Tapping
and
need
never
know
that
you
are
here
,
and
our
little
friend
you
are
well
aware
may
be
fully
trusted
when
she
comes
down
from
cutting
out
on
the
large
table
overhead
.
’
Arthur
then
told
her
,
in
the
fewest
words
,
that
it
was
their
little
friend
he
came
to
see
;
and
what
he
had
to
announce
to
their
little
friend
.
At
which
astounding
intelligence
,
Flora
clasped
her
hands
,
fell
into
a
tremble
,
and
shed
tears
of
sympathy
and
pleasure
,
like
the
good
-
natured
creature
she
really
was
.
‘
For
gracious
sake
let
me
get
out
of
the
way
first
,
’
said
Flora
,
putting
her
hands
to
her
ears
and
moving
towards
the
door
,
‘
or
I
know
I
shall
go
off
dead
and
screaming
and
make
everybody
worse
,
and
the
dear
little
thing
only
this
morning
looking
so
nice
and
neat
and
good
and
yet
so
poor
and
now
a
fortune
is
she
really
and
deserves
it
too
!
and
might
I
mention
it
to
Mr
F
.
‘
s
Aunt
Arthur
not
Doyce
and
Clennam
for
this
once
or
if
objectionable
not
on
any
account
.
’
Arthur
nodded
his
free
permission
,
since
Flora
shut
out
all
verbal
communication
.
Flora
nodded
in
return
to
thank
him
,
and
hurried
out
of
the
room
.
Little
Dorrit
’
s
step
was
already
on
the
stairs
,
and
in
another
moment
she
was
at
the
door
.
Do
what
he
could
to
compose
his
face
,
he
could
not
convey
so
much
of
an
ordinary
expression
into
it
,
but
that
the
moment
she
saw
it
she
dropped
her
work
,
and
cried
,
‘
Mr
Clennam
!
What
’
s
the
matter
?
’
‘
Nothing
,
nothing
.
That
is
,
no
misfortune
has
happened
.
I
have
come
to
tell
you
something
,
but
it
is
a
piece
of
great
good
-
fortune
.
’
‘
Good
-
fortune
?
’
