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‘
My
dear
Frederick
!
’
exclaimed
Mr
Dorrit
faintly
.
‘
What
is
wrong
?
What
is
the
matter
?
’
‘
How
dare
you
,
’
said
the
old
man
,
turning
round
on
Fanny
,
‘
how
dare
you
do
it
?
Have
you
no
memory
?
Have
you
no
heart
?
’
‘
Uncle
?
’
cried
Fanny
,
affrighted
and
bursting
into
tears
,
‘
why
do
you
attack
me
in
this
cruel
manner
?
What
have
I
done
?
’
‘
Done
?
’
returned
the
old
man
,
pointing
to
her
sister
’
s
place
,
‘
where
’
s
your
affectionate
invaluable
friend
?
Where
’
s
your
devoted
guardian
?
Where
’
s
your
more
than
mother
?
How
dare
you
set
up
superiorities
against
all
these
characters
combined
in
your
sister
?
For
shame
,
you
false
girl
,
for
shame
!
’
‘
I
love
Amy
,
’
cried
Miss
Fanny
,
sobbing
and
weeping
,
‘
as
well
as
I
love
my
life
—
better
than
I
love
my
life
.
I
don
’
t
deserve
to
be
so
treated
.
I
am
as
grateful
to
Amy
,
and
as
fond
of
Amy
,
as
it
’
s
possible
for
any
human
being
to
be
.
I
wish
I
was
dead
.
I
never
was
so
wickedly
wronged
.
And
only
because
I
am
anxious
for
the
family
credit
.
’
‘
To
the
winds
with
the
family
credit
!
’
cried
the
old
man
,
with
great
scorn
and
indignation
.
‘
Brother
,
I
protest
against
pride
.
I
protest
against
ingratitude
.
I
protest
against
any
one
of
us
here
who
have
known
what
we
have
known
,
and
have
seen
what
we
have
seen
,
setting
up
any
pretension
that
puts
Amy
at
a
moment
’
s
disadvantage
,
or
to
the
cost
of
a
moment
’
s
pain
.
We
may
know
that
it
’
s
a
base
pretension
by
its
having
that
effect
.
It
ought
to
bring
a
judgment
on
us
.
Brother
,
I
protest
against
it
in
the
sight
of
God
!
’
As
his
hand
went
up
above
his
head
and
came
down
on
the
table
,
it
might
have
been
a
blacksmith
’
s
.
After
a
few
moments
’
silence
,
it
had
relaxed
into
its
usual
weak
condition
.
He
went
round
to
his
brother
with
his
ordinary
shuffling
step
,
put
the
hand
on
his
shoulder
,
and
said
,
in
a
softened
voice
,
‘
William
,
my
dear
,
I
felt
obliged
to
say
it
;
forgive
me
,
for
I
felt
obliged
to
say
it
!
’
and
then
went
,
in
his
bowed
way
,
out
of
the
palace
hall
,
just
as
he
might
have
gone
out
of
the
Marshalsea
room
.
All
this
time
Fanny
had
been
sobbing
and
crying
,
and
still
continued
to
do
so
.
Edward
,
beyond
opening
his
mouth
in
amazement
,
had
not
opened
his
lips
,
and
had
done
nothing
but
stare
.
Mr
Dorrit
also
had
been
utterly
discomfited
,
and
quite
unable
to
assert
himself
in
any
way
.
Fanny
was
now
the
first
to
speak
.
