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‘
Wonderful
fortune
!
’
They
stood
in
a
window
,
and
her
eyes
,
full
of
light
,
were
fixed
upon
his
face
.
He
put
an
arm
about
her
,
seeing
her
likely
to
sink
down
.
She
put
a
hand
upon
that
arm
,
partly
to
rest
upon
it
,
and
partly
so
to
preserve
their
relative
positions
as
that
her
intent
look
at
him
should
be
shaken
by
no
change
of
attitude
in
either
of
them
.
Her
lips
seemed
to
repeat
‘
Wonderful
fortune
?
’
He
repeated
it
again
,
aloud
.
‘
Dear
Little
Dorrit
!
Your
father
.
’
The
ice
of
the
pale
face
broke
at
the
word
,
and
little
lights
and
shoots
of
expression
passed
all
over
it
.
They
were
all
expressions
of
pain
.
Her
breath
was
faint
and
hurried
.
Her
heart
beat
fast
.
He
would
have
clasped
the
little
figure
closer
,
but
he
saw
that
the
eyes
appealed
to
him
not
to
be
moved
.
‘
Your
father
can
be
free
within
this
week
.
He
does
not
know
it
;
we
must
go
to
him
from
here
,
to
tell
him
of
it
.
Your
father
will
be
free
within
a
few
days
.
Your
father
will
be
free
within
a
few
hours
.
Remember
we
must
go
to
him
from
here
,
to
tell
him
of
it
!
’
That
brought
her
back
.
Her
eyes
were
closing
,
but
they
opened
again
.
‘
This
is
not
all
the
good
-
fortune
.
This
is
not
all
the
wonderful
good
-
fortune
,
my
dear
Little
Dorrit
.
Shall
I
tell
you
more
?
’
Her
lips
shaped
‘
Yes
.
’
‘
Your
father
will
be
no
beggar
when
he
is
free
.
He
will
want
for
nothing
.
Shall
I
tell
you
more
?
Remember
!
He
knows
nothing
of
it
;
we
must
go
to
him
,
from
here
,
to
tell
him
of
it
!
’
She
seemed
to
entreat
him
for
a
little
time
.
