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Mrs
General
,
always
on
her
coach
-
box
keeping
the
proprieties
well
together
,
took
pains
to
form
a
surface
on
her
very
dear
young
friend
,
and
Mrs
General
’
s
very
dear
young
friend
tried
hard
to
receive
it
.
Hard
as
she
had
tried
in
her
laborious
life
to
attain
many
ends
,
she
had
never
tried
harder
than
she
did
now
,
to
be
varnished
by
Mrs
General
.
It
made
her
anxious
and
ill
at
ease
to
be
operated
upon
by
that
smoothing
hand
,
it
is
true
;
but
she
submitted
herself
to
the
family
want
in
its
greatness
as
she
had
submitted
herself
to
the
family
want
in
its
littleness
,
and
yielded
to
her
own
inclinations
in
this
thing
no
more
than
she
had
yielded
to
her
hunger
itself
,
in
the
days
when
she
had
saved
her
dinner
that
her
father
might
have
his
supper
.
One
comfort
that
she
had
under
the
Ordeal
by
General
was
more
sustaining
to
her
,
and
made
her
more
grateful
than
to
a
less
devoted
and
affectionate
spirit
,
not
habituated
to
her
struggles
and
sacrifices
,
might
appear
quite
reasonable
;
and
,
indeed
,
it
may
often
be
observed
in
life
,
that
spirits
like
Little
Dorrit
do
not
appear
to
reason
half
as
carefully
as
the
folks
who
get
the
better
of
them
.
The
continued
kindness
of
her
sister
was
this
comfort
to
Little
Dorrit
.
It
was
nothing
to
her
that
the
kindness
took
the
form
of
tolerant
patronage
;
she
was
used
to
that
.
It
was
nothing
to
her
that
it
kept
her
in
a
tributary
position
,
and
showed
her
in
attendance
on
the
flaming
car
in
which
Miss
Fanny
sat
on
an
elevated
seat
,
exacting
homage
;
she
sought
no
better
place
.
Always
admiring
Fanny
’
s
beauty
,
and
grace
,
and
readiness
,
and
not
now
asking
herself
how
much
of
her
disposition
to
be
strongly
attached
to
Fanny
was
due
to
her
own
heart
,
and
how
much
to
Fanny
’
s
,
she
gave
her
all
the
sisterly
fondness
her
great
heart
contained
.
The
wholesale
amount
of
Prunes
and
Prism
which
Mrs
General
infused
into
the
family
life
,
combined
with
the
perpetual
plunges
made
by
Fanny
into
society
,
left
but
a
very
small
residue
of
any
natural
deposit
at
the
bottom
of
the
mixture
.
This
rendered
confidences
with
Fanny
doubly
precious
to
Little
Dorrit
,
and
heightened
the
relief
they
afforded
her
.
‘
Amy
,
’
said
Fanny
to
her
one
night
when
they
were
alone
,
after
a
day
so
tiring
that
Little
Dorrit
was
quite
worn
out
,
though
Fanny
would
have
taken
another
dip
into
society
with
the
greatest
pleasure
in
life
,
‘
I
am
going
to
put
something
into
your
little
head
.
You
won
’
t
guess
what
it
is
,
I
suspect
.
’
‘
I
don
’
t
think
that
’
s
likely
,
dear
,
’
said
Little
Dorrit
.
‘
Come
,
I
’
ll
give
you
a
clue
,
child
,
’
said
Fanny
.
‘
Mrs
General
.
’
Prunes
and
Prism
,
in
a
thousand
combinations
,
having
been
wearily
in
the
ascendant
all
day
—
everything
having
been
surface
and
varnish
and
show
without
substance
—
Little
Dorrit
looked
as
if
she
had
hoped
that
Mrs
General
was
safely
tucked
up
in
bed
for
some
hours
.
‘
Now
,
can
you
guess
,
Amy
?
’
said
Fanny
.
‘
No
,
dear
.
Unless
I
have
done
anything
,
’
said
Little
Dorrit
,
rather
alarmed
,
and
meaning
anything
calculated
to
crack
varnish
and
ruffle
surface
.
