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He
held
her
in
his
arm
,
and
,
after
a
pause
,
bent
down
his
ear
to
listen
.
‘
Did
you
ask
me
to
go
on
?
’
‘
Yes
.
’
‘
He
will
be
a
rich
man
.
He
is
a
rich
man
.
A
great
sum
of
money
is
waiting
to
be
paid
over
to
him
as
his
inheritance
;
you
are
all
henceforth
very
wealthy
.
Bravest
and
best
of
children
,
I
thank
Heaven
that
you
are
rewarded
!
’
As
he
kissed
her
,
she
turned
her
head
towards
his
shoulder
,
and
raised
her
arm
towards
his
neck
;
cried
out
‘
Father
!
Father
!
Father
!
’
and
swooned
away
.
Upon
which
Flora
returned
to
take
care
of
her
,
and
hovered
about
her
on
a
sofa
,
intermingling
kind
offices
and
incoherent
scraps
of
conversation
in
a
manner
so
confounding
,
that
whether
she
pressed
the
Marshalsea
to
take
a
spoonful
of
unclaimed
dividends
,
for
it
would
do
her
good
;
or
whether
she
congratulated
Little
Dorrit
’
s
father
on
coming
into
possession
of
a
hundred
thousand
smelling
-
bottles
;
or
whether
she
explained
that
she
put
seventy
-
five
thousand
drops
of
spirits
of
lavender
on
fifty
thousand
pounds
of
lump
sugar
,
and
that
she
entreated
Little
Dorrit
to
take
that
gentle
restorative
;
or
whether
she
bathed
the
foreheads
of
Doyce
and
Clennam
in
vinegar
,
and
gave
the
late
Mr
F
.
more
air
;
no
one
with
any
sense
of
responsibility
could
have
undertaken
to
decide
.
A
tributary
stream
of
confusion
,
moreover
,
poured
in
from
an
adjoining
bedroom
,
where
Mr
F
.
‘
s
Aunt
appeared
,
from
the
sound
of
her
voice
,
to
be
in
a
horizontal
posture
,
awaiting
her
breakfast
;
and
from
which
bower
that
inexorable
lady
snapped
off
short
taunts
,
whenever
she
could
get
a
hearing
,
as
,
‘
Don
’
t
believe
it
’
s
his
doing
!
’
and
‘
He
needn
’
t
take
no
credit
to
himself
for
it
!
’
and
‘
It
’
ll
be
long
enough
,
I
expect
,
afore
he
’
ll
give
up
any
of
his
own
money
!
’
all
designed
to
disparage
Clennam
’
s
share
in
the
discovery
,
and
to
relieve
those
inveterate
feelings
with
which
Mr
F
.
‘
s
Aunt
regarded
him
.
But
Little
Dorrit
’
s
solicitude
to
get
to
her
father
,
and
to
carry
the
joyful
tidings
to
him
,
and
not
to
leave
him
in
his
jail
a
moment
with
this
happiness
in
store
for
him
and
still
unknown
to
him
,
did
more
for
her
speedy
restoration
than
all
the
skill
and
attention
on
earth
could
have
done
.
‘
Come
with
me
to
my
dear
father
.
Pray
come
and
tell
my
dear
father
!
’
were
the
first
words
she
said
.
Her
father
,
her
father
.
She
spoke
of
nothing
but
him
,
thought
of
nothing
but
him
.
Kneeling
down
and
pouring
out
her
thankfulness
with
uplifted
hands
,
her
thanks
were
for
her
father
.
Flora
’
s
tenderness
was
quite
overcome
by
this
,
and
she
launched
out
among
the
cups
and
saucers
into
a
wonderful
flow
of
tears
and
speech
.
‘
I
declare
,
’
she
sobbed
,
‘
I
never
was
so
cut
up
since
your
mama
and
my
papa
not
Doyce
and
Clennam
for
this
once
but
give
the
precious
little
thing
a
cup
of
tea
and
make
her
put
it
to
her
lips
at
least
pray
Arthur
do
,
not
even
Mr
F
.
‘
s
last
illness
for
that
was
of
another
kind
and
gout
is
not
a
child
’
s
affection
though
very
painful
for
all
parties
and
Mr
F
.
