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‘
When
you
asked
me
if
I
will
see
him
,
my
dear
,
’
said
Fanny
,
almost
as
well
composed
in
the
graceful
indifference
of
her
attitude
as
Mrs
Merdle
herself
,
‘
what
do
you
mean
?
’
‘
I
mean
,
’
said
Little
Dorrit
—
‘
I
think
I
rather
mean
what
do
you
mean
,
dear
Fanny
?
’
Fanny
laughed
again
,
in
a
manner
at
once
condescending
,
arch
,
and
affable
;
and
said
,
putting
her
arm
round
her
sister
in
a
playfully
affectionate
way
:
‘
Now
tell
me
,
my
little
pet
.
When
we
saw
that
woman
at
Martigny
,
how
did
you
think
she
carried
it
off
?
Did
you
see
what
she
decided
on
in
a
moment
?
’
‘
No
,
Fanny
.
’
‘
Then
I
’
ll
tell
you
,
Amy
.
She
settled
with
herself
,
now
I
’
ll
never
refer
to
that
meeting
under
such
different
circumstances
,
and
I
’
ll
never
pretend
to
have
any
idea
that
these
are
the
same
girls
.
That
’
s
her
way
out
of
a
difficulty
.
What
did
I
tell
you
when
we
came
away
from
Harley
Street
that
time
?
She
is
as
insolent
and
false
as
any
woman
in
the
world
.
But
in
the
first
capacity
,
my
love
,
she
may
find
people
who
can
match
her
.
’
A
significant
turn
of
the
Spanish
fan
towards
Fanny
’
s
bosom
,
indicated
with
great
expression
where
one
of
these
people
was
to
be
found
.
‘
Not
only
that
,
’
pursued
Fanny
,
‘
but
she
gives
the
same
charge
to
Young
Sparkler
;
and
doesn
’
t
let
him
come
after
me
until
she
has
got
it
thoroughly
into
his
most
ridiculous
of
all
ridiculous
noddles
(
for
one
really
can
’
t
call
it
a
head
)
,
that
he
is
to
pretend
to
have
been
first
struck
with
me
in
that
Inn
Yard
.
’
‘
Why
?
’
asked
Little
Dorrit
.
‘
Why
?
Good
gracious
,
my
love
!
’
(
again
very
much
in
the
tone
of
You
stupid
little
creature
)
‘
how
can
you
ask
?
Don
’
t
you
see
that
I
may
have
become
a
rather
desirable
match
for
a
noddle
?
And
don
’
t
you
see
that
she
puts
the
deception
upon
us
,
and
makes
a
pretence
,
while
she
shifts
it
from
her
own
shoulders
(
very
good
shoulders
they
are
too
,
I
must
say
)
,
’
observed
Miss
Fanny
,
glancing
complacently
at
herself
,
‘
of
considering
our
feelings
?
’
