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Little
Dorrit
had
been
thinking
too
.
After
softly
putting
his
grey
hair
aside
,
and
touching
his
forehead
with
her
lips
,
she
looked
towards
Arthur
,
who
came
nearer
to
her
,
and
pursued
in
a
low
whisper
the
subject
of
her
thoughts
.
‘
Mr
Clennam
,
will
he
pay
all
his
debts
before
he
leaves
here
?
’
‘
No
doubt
.
All
.
’
‘
All
the
debts
for
which
he
had
been
imprisoned
here
,
all
my
life
and
longer
?
’
‘
No
doubt
.
’
There
was
something
of
uncertainty
and
remonstrance
in
her
look
;
something
that
was
not
all
satisfaction
.
He
wondered
to
detect
it
,
and
said
:
‘
You
are
glad
that
he
should
do
so
?
’
‘
Are
you
?
’
asked
Little
Dorrit
,
wistfully
.
‘
Am
I
?
Most
heartily
glad
!
’
‘
Then
I
know
I
ought
to
be
