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a
martyr
with
his
leg
upon
a
rest
and
the
wine
trade
in
itself
inflammatory
for
they
will
do
it
more
or
less
among
themselves
and
who
can
wonder
,
it
seems
like
a
dream
I
am
sure
to
think
of
nothing
at
all
this
morning
and
now
Mines
of
money
is
it
really
,
but
you
must
know
my
darling
love
because
you
never
will
be
strong
enough
to
tell
him
all
about
it
upon
teaspoons
,
mightn
’
t
it
be
even
best
to
try
the
directions
of
my
own
medical
man
for
though
the
flavour
is
anything
but
agreeable
still
I
force
myself
to
do
it
as
a
prescription
and
find
the
benefit
,
you
’
d
rather
not
why
no
my
dear
I
’
d
rather
not
but
still
I
do
it
as
a
duty
,
everybody
will
congratulate
you
some
in
earnest
and
some
not
and
many
will
congratulate
you
with
all
their
hearts
but
none
more
so
I
do
assure
you
from
the
bottom
of
my
own
I
do
myself
though
sensible
of
blundering
and
being
stupid
,
and
will
be
judged
by
Arthur
not
Doyce
and
Clennam
for
this
once
so
good
-
bye
darling
and
God
bless
you
and
may
you
be
very
happy
and
excuse
the
liberty
,
vowing
that
the
dress
shall
never
be
finished
by
anybody
else
but
shall
be
laid
by
for
a
keepsake
just
as
it
is
and
called
Little
Dorrit
though
why
that
strangest
of
denominations
at
any
time
I
never
did
myself
and
now
I
never
shall
!
’
Thus
Flora
,
in
taking
leave
of
her
favourite
.
Little
Dorrit
thanked
her
,
and
embraced
her
,
over
and
over
again
;
and
finally
came
out
of
the
house
with
Clennam
,
and
took
coach
for
the
Marshalsea
.
It
was
a
strangely
unreal
ride
through
the
old
squalid
streets
,
with
a
sensation
of
being
raised
out
of
them
into
an
airy
world
of
wealth
and
grandeur
.
When
Arthur
told
her
that
she
would
soon
ride
in
her
own
carriage
through
very
different
scenes
,
when
all
the
familiar
experiences
would
have
vanished
away
,
she
looked
frightened
.
But
when
he
substituted
her
father
for
herself
,
and
told
her
how
he
would
ride
in
his
carriage
,
and
how
great
and
grand
he
would
be
,
her
tears
of
joy
and
innocent
pride
fell
fast
.
Seeing
that
the
happiness
her
mind
could
realise
was
all
shining
upon
him
,
Arthur
kept
that
single
figure
before
her
;
and
so
they
rode
brightly
through
the
poor
streets
in
the
prison
neighbourhood
to
carry
him
the
great
news
.
When
Mr
Chivery
,
who
was
on
duty
,
admitted
them
into
the
Lodge
,
he
saw
something
in
their
faces
which
filled
him
with
astonishment
.
He
stood
looking
after
them
,
when
they
hurried
into
the
prison
,
as
though
he
perceived
that
they
had
come
back
accompanied
by
a
ghost
a
-
piece
.
Two
or
three
Collegians
whom
they
passed
,
looked
after
them
too
,
and
presently
joining
Mr
Chivery
,
formed
a
little
group
on
the
Lodge
steps
,
in
the
midst
of
which
there
spontaneously
originated
a
whisper
that
the
Father
was
going
to
get
his
discharge
.
Within
a
few
minutes
,
it
was
heard
in
the
remotest
room
in
the
College
.
Little
Dorrit
opened
the
door
from
without
,
and
they
both
entered
.
He
was
sitting
in
his
old
grey
gown
and
his
old
black
cap
,
in
the
sunlight
by
the
window
,
reading
his
newspaper
.
His
glasses
were
in
his
hand
,
and
he
had
just
looked
round
;
surprised
at
first
,
no
doubt
,
by
her
step
upon
the
stairs
,
not
expecting
her
until
night
;
surprised
again
,
by
seeing
Arthur
Clennam
in
her
company
.
As
they
came
in
,
the
same
unwonted
look
in
both
of
them
which
had
already
caught
attention
in
the
yard
below
,
struck
him
.
He
did
not
rise
or
speak
,
but
laid
down
his
glasses
and
his
newspaper
on
the
table
beside
him
,
and
looked
at
them
with
his
mouth
a
little
open
and
his
lips
trembling
.
When
Arthur
put
out
his
hand
,
he
touched
it
,
but
not
with
his
usual
state
;
and
then
he
turned
to
his
daughter
,
who
had
sat
down
close
beside
him
with
her
hands
upon
his
shoulder
,
and
looked
attentively
in
her
face
.
‘
Father
!
I
have
been
made
so
happy
this
morning
!
’
‘
You
have
been
made
so
happy
,
my
dear
?
’
‘
By
Mr
Clennam
,
father
.
He
brought
me
such
joyful
and
wonderful
intelligence
about
you
!
If
he
had
not
with
his
great
kindness
and
gentleness
,
prepared
me
for
it
,
father
—
prepared
me
for
it
,
father
—
I
think
I
could
not
have
borne
it
.
’
