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Her
agitation
was
exceedingly
great
,
and
the
tears
rolled
down
her
face
.
He
put
his
hand
suddenly
to
his
heart
,
and
looked
at
Clennam
.
‘
Compose
yourself
,
sir
,
’
said
Clennam
,
‘
and
take
a
little
time
to
think
.
To
think
of
the
brightest
and
most
fortunate
accidents
of
life
.
We
have
all
heard
of
great
surprises
of
joy
.
They
are
not
at
an
end
,
sir
.
They
are
rare
,
but
not
at
an
end
.
’
‘
Mr
Clennam
?
Not
at
an
end
?
Not
at
an
end
for
—
’
He
touched
himself
upon
the
breast
,
instead
of
saying
‘
me
.
’
‘
No
,
’
returned
Clennam
.
‘
What
surprise
,
’
he
asked
,
keeping
his
left
hand
over
his
heart
,
and
there
stopping
in
his
speech
,
while
with
his
right
hand
he
put
his
glasses
exactly
level
on
the
table
:
‘
what
such
surprise
can
be
in
store
for
me
?
’
‘
Let
me
answer
with
another
question
.
Tell
me
,
Mr
Dorrit
,
what
surprise
would
be
the
most
unlooked
for
and
the
most
acceptable
to
you
.
Do
not
be
afraid
to
imagine
it
,
or
to
say
what
it
would
be
.
’
He
looked
steadfastly
at
Clennam
,
and
,
so
looking
at
him
,
seemed
to
change
into
a
very
old
haggard
man
.
The
sun
was
bright
upon
the
wall
beyond
the
window
,
and
on
the
spikes
at
top
.
He
slowly
stretched
out
the
hand
that
had
been
upon
his
heart
,
and
pointed
at
the
wall
.
‘
It
is
down
,
’
said
Clennam
.
‘
Gone
!
’
He
remained
in
the
same
attitude
,
looking
steadfastly
at
him
.
