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‘
You
furious
brute
,
’
said
Gowan
,
striking
him
with
his
foot
again
.
‘
You
shall
do
penance
for
this
.
’
And
he
struck
him
again
,
and
yet
again
.
‘
O
,
pray
don
’
t
punish
him
any
more
,
’
cried
Little
Dorrit
.
‘
Don
’
t
hurt
him
.
See
how
gentle
he
is
!
’
At
her
entreaty
,
Gowan
spared
him
;
and
he
deserved
her
intercession
,
for
truly
he
was
as
submissive
,
and
as
sorry
,
and
as
wretched
as
a
dog
could
be
.
It
was
not
easy
to
recover
this
shock
and
make
the
visit
unrestrained
,
even
though
Fanny
had
not
been
,
under
the
best
of
circumstances
,
the
least
trifle
in
the
way
.
In
such
further
communication
as
passed
among
them
before
the
sisters
took
their
departure
,
Little
Dorrit
fancied
it
was
revealed
to
her
that
Mr
Gowan
treated
his
wife
,
even
in
his
very
fondness
,
too
much
like
a
beautiful
child
.
He
seemed
so
unsuspicious
of
the
depths
of
feeling
which
she
knew
must
lie
below
that
surface
,
that
she
doubted
if
there
could
be
any
such
depths
in
himself
.
She
wondered
whether
his
want
of
earnestness
might
be
the
natural
result
of
his
want
of
such
qualities
,
and
whether
it
was
with
people
as
with
ships
,
that
,
in
too
shallow
and
rocky
waters
,
their
anchors
had
no
hold
,
and
they
drifted
anywhere
.
He
attended
them
down
the
staircase
,
jocosely
apologising
for
the
poor
quarters
to
which
such
poor
fellows
as
himself
were
limited
,
and
remarking
that
when
the
high
and
mighty
Barnacles
,
his
relatives
,
who
would
be
dreadfully
ashamed
of
them
,
presented
him
with
better
,
he
would
live
in
better
to
oblige
them
.
At
the
water
’
s
edge
they
were
saluted
by
Blandois
,
who
looked
white
enough
after
his
late
adventure
,
but
who
made
very
light
of
it
notwithstanding
,
—
laughing
at
the
mention
of
Lion
.
Leaving
the
two
together
under
the
scrap
of
vine
upon
the
causeway
,
Gowan
idly
scattering
the
leaves
from
it
into
the
water
,
and
Blandois
lighting
a
cigarette
,
the
sisters
were
paddled
away
in
state
as
they
had
come
.
They
had
not
glided
on
for
many
minutes
,
when
Little
Dorrit
became
aware
that
Fanny
was
more
showy
in
manner
than
the
occasion
appeared
to
require
,
and
,
looking
about
for
the
cause
through
the
window
and
through
the
open
door
,
saw
another
gondola
evidently
in
waiting
on
them
.
As
this
gondola
attended
their
progress
in
various
artful
ways
;
sometimes
shooting
on
a
-
head
,
and
stopping
to
let
them
pass
;
sometimes
,
when
the
way
was
broad
enough
,
skimming
along
side
by
side
with
them
;
and
sometimes
following
close
astern
;
and
as
Fanny
gradually
made
no
disguise
that
she
was
playing
off
graces
upon
somebody
within
it
,
of
whom
she
at
the
same
time
feigned
to
be
unconscious
;
Little
Dorrit
at
length
asked
who
it
was
?
To
which
Fanny
made
the
short
answer
,
‘
That
gaby
.
’
‘
Who
?
’
said
Little
Dorrit
.
‘
My
dear
child
,
’
returned
Fanny
(
in
a
tone
suggesting
that
before
her
Uncle
’
s
protest
she
might
have
said
,
You
little
fool
,
instead
)
,
‘
how
slow
you
are
!
Young
Sparkler
.
’
She
lowered
the
window
on
her
side
,
and
,
leaning
back
and
resting
her
elbow
on
it
negligently
,
fanned
herself
with
a
rich
Spanish
fan
of
black
and
gold
.
The
attendant
gondola
,
having
skimmed
forward
again
,
with
some
swift
trace
of
an
eye
in
the
window
,
Fanny
laughed
coquettishly
and
said
,
‘
Did
you
ever
see
such
a
fool
,
my
love
?
’
