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‘
You
needn
’
t
call
me
Tip
,
Amy
child
,
’
returned
that
young
gentleman
with
a
frown
;
‘
because
that
’
s
an
old
habit
,
and
one
you
may
as
well
lay
aside
.
’
‘
I
didn
’
t
mean
to
say
so
,
Edward
dear
.
I
forgot
.
It
was
so
natural
once
,
that
it
seemed
at
the
moment
the
right
word
.
’
‘
Oh
yes
!
’
Miss
Fanny
struck
in
.
‘
Natural
,
and
right
word
,
and
once
,
and
all
the
rest
of
it
!
Nonsense
,
you
little
thing
!
I
know
perfectly
well
why
you
have
been
taking
such
an
interest
in
this
Mrs
Gowan
.
You
can
’
t
blind
me
.
’
‘
I
will
not
try
to
,
Fanny
.
Don
’
t
be
angry
.
’
‘
Oh
!
angry
!
’
returned
that
young
lady
with
a
flounce
.
‘
I
have
no
patience
’
(
which
indeed
was
the
truth
)
.
‘
Pray
,
Fanny
,
’
said
Mr
Dorrit
,
raising
his
eyebrows
,
‘
what
do
you
mean
?
Explain
yourself
.
’
‘
Oh
!
Never
mind
,
Pa
,
’
replied
Miss
Fanny
,
‘
it
’
s
no
great
matter
.
Amy
will
understand
me
.
She
knew
,
or
knew
of
,
this
Mrs
Gowan
before
yesterday
,
and
she
may
as
well
admit
that
she
did
.
’
‘
My
child
,
’
said
Mr
Dorrit
,
turning
to
his
younger
daughter
,
‘
has
your
sister
—
any
—
ha
—
authority
for
this
curious
statement
?
’
‘
However
meek
we
are
,
’
Miss
Fanny
struck
in
before
she
could
answer
,
‘
we
don
’
t
go
creeping
into
people
’
s
rooms
on
the
tops
of
cold
mountains
,
and
sitting
perishing
in
the
frost
with
people
,
unless
we
know
something
about
them
beforehand
.
It
’
s
not
very
hard
to
divine
whose
friend
Mrs
Gowan
is
.
’
