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That
you
will
remember
me
only
as
the
little
shabby
girl
you
protected
with
so
much
tenderness
,
from
whose
threadbare
dress
you
have
kept
away
the
rain
,
and
whose
wet
feet
you
have
dried
at
your
fire
.
That
you
will
think
of
me
(
when
you
think
of
me
at
all
)
,
and
of
my
true
affection
and
devoted
gratitude
,
always
without
change
,
as
of
Your
poor
child
,
LITTLE
DORRIT
.
=
P
.
S
.
—
Particularly
remember
that
you
are
not
to
be
uneasy
about
Mrs
Gowan
.
Her
words
were
,
‘
Very
well
and
very
happy
.
’
And
she
looked
most
beautiful
.
The
family
had
been
a
month
or
two
at
Venice
,
when
Mr
Dorrit
,
who
was
much
among
Counts
and
Marquises
,
and
had
but
scant
leisure
,
set
an
hour
of
one
day
apart
,
beforehand
,
for
the
purpose
of
holding
some
conference
with
Mrs
General
.
The
time
he
had
reserved
in
his
mind
arriving
,
he
sent
Mr
Tinkler
,
his
valet
,
to
Mrs
General
’
s
apartment
(
which
would
have
absorbed
about
a
third
of
the
area
of
the
Marshalsea
)
,
to
present
his
compliments
to
that
lady
,
and
represent
him
as
desiring
the
favour
of
an
interview
.
It
being
that
period
of
the
forenoon
when
the
various
members
of
the
family
had
coffee
in
their
own
chambers
,
some
couple
of
hours
before
assembling
at
breakfast
in
a
faded
hall
which
had
once
been
sumptuous
,
but
was
now
the
prey
of
watery
vapours
and
a
settled
melancholy
,
Mrs
General
was
accessible
to
the
valet
.
That
envoy
found
her
on
a
little
square
of
carpet
,
so
extremely
diminutive
in
reference
to
the
size
of
her
stone
and
marble
floor
that
she
looked
as
if
she
might
have
had
it
spread
for
the
trying
on
of
a
ready
-
made
pair
of
shoes
;
or
as
if
she
had
come
into
possession
of
the
enchanted
piece
of
carpet
,
bought
for
forty
purses
by
one
of
the
three
princes
in
the
Arabian
Nights
,
and
had
that
moment
been
transported
on
it
,
at
a
wish
,
into
a
palatial
saloon
with
which
it
had
no
connection
.
Mrs
General
,
replying
to
the
envoy
,
as
she
set
down
her
empty
coffee
-
cup
,
that
she
was
willing
at
once
to
proceed
to
Mr
Dorrit
’
s
apartment
,
and
spare
him
the
trouble
of
coming
to
her
(
which
,
in
his
gallantry
,
he
had
proposed
)
,
the
envoy
threw
open
the
door
,
and
escorted
Mrs
General
to
the
presence
.
It
was
quite
a
walk
,
by
mysterious
staircases
and
corridors
,
from
Mrs
General
’
s
apartment
,
—
hoodwinked
by
a
narrow
side
street
with
a
low
gloomy
bridge
in
it
,
and
dungeon
-
like
opposite
tenements
,
their
walls
besmeared
with
a
thousand
downward
stains
and
streaks
,
as
if
every
crazy
aperture
in
them
had
been
weeping
tears
of
rust
into
the
Adriatic
for
centuries
—
to
Mr
Dorrit
’
s
apartment
:
with
a
whole
English
house
-
front
of
window
,
a
prospect
of
beautiful
church
-
domes
rising
into
the
blue
sky
sheer
out
of
the
water
which
reflected
them
,
and
a
hushed
murmur
of
the
Grand
Canal
laving
the
doorways
below
,
where
his
gondolas
and
gondoliers
attended
his
pleasure
,
drowsily
swinging
in
a
little
forest
of
piles
.
Mr
Dorrit
,
in
a
resplendent
dressing
-
gown
and
cap
—
the
dormant
grub
that
had
so
long
bided
its
time
among
the
Collegians
had
burst
into
a
rare
butterfly
—
rose
to
receive
Mrs
General
.
A
chair
to
Mrs
General
.
An
easier
chair
,
sir
;
what
are
you
doing
,
what
are
you
about
,
what
do
you
mean
?
Now
,
leave
us
!
‘
Mrs
General
,
’
said
Mr
Dorrit
,
‘
I
took
the
liberty
—
’
