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‘
Do
you
think
he
means
to
follow
you
all
the
way
?
’
asked
Little
Dorrit
.
‘
My
precious
child
,
’
returned
Fanny
,
‘
I
can
’
t
possibly
answer
for
what
an
idiot
in
a
state
of
desperation
may
do
,
but
I
should
think
it
highly
probable
.
It
’
s
not
such
an
enormous
distance
.
All
Venice
would
scarcely
be
that
,
I
imagine
,
if
he
’
s
dying
for
a
glimpse
of
me
.
’
‘
And
is
he
?
’
asked
Little
Dorrit
in
perfect
simplicity
.
‘
Well
,
my
love
,
that
really
is
an
awkward
question
for
me
to
answer
,
’
said
her
sister
.
‘
I
believe
he
is
.
You
had
better
ask
Edward
.
He
tells
Edward
he
is
,
I
believe
.
I
understand
he
makes
a
perfect
spectacle
of
himself
at
the
Casino
,
and
that
sort
of
places
,
by
going
on
about
me
.
But
you
had
better
ask
Edward
if
you
want
to
know
.
’
‘
I
wonder
he
doesn
’
t
call
,
’
said
Little
Dorrit
after
thinking
a
moment
.
‘
My
dear
Amy
,
your
wonder
will
soon
cease
,
if
I
am
rightly
informed
.
I
should
not
be
at
all
surprised
if
he
called
to
-
day
.
The
creature
has
only
been
waiting
to
get
his
courage
up
,
I
suspect
.
’
‘
Will
you
see
him
?
’
‘
Indeed
,
my
darling
,
’
said
Fanny
,
‘
that
’
s
just
as
it
may
happen
.
Here
he
is
again
.
Look
at
him
.
O
,
you
simpleton
!
’
Mr
Sparkler
had
,
undeniably
,
a
weak
appearance
;
with
his
eye
in
the
window
like
a
knot
in
the
glass
,
and
no
reason
on
earth
for
stopping
his
bark
suddenly
,
except
the
real
reason
.
