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The
two
had
not
been
together
five
minutes
,
and
the
peculiar
manner
seemed
to
convey
to
them
,
‘
You
were
going
to
talk
about
me
.
Ha
!
Behold
me
here
to
prevent
it
!
’
‘
Gowan
is
coming
here
?
’
said
Blandois
,
with
a
smile
.
Mrs
Gowan
replied
he
was
not
coming
.
‘
Not
coming
!
’
said
Blandois
.
‘
Permit
your
devoted
servant
,
when
you
leave
here
,
to
escort
you
home
.
’
‘
Thank
you
:
I
am
not
going
home
.
’
‘
Not
going
home
!
’
said
Blandois
.
‘
Then
I
am
forlorn
.
’
That
he
might
be
;
but
he
was
not
so
forlorn
as
to
roam
away
and
leave
them
together
.
He
sat
entertaining
them
with
his
finest
compliments
,
and
his
choicest
conversation
;
but
he
conveyed
to
them
,
all
the
time
,
‘
No
,
no
,
no
,
dear
ladies
.
Behold
me
here
expressly
to
prevent
it
!
’
He
conveyed
it
to
them
with
so
much
meaning
,
and
he
had
such
a
diabolical
persistency
in
him
,
that
at
length
,
Mrs
Gowan
rose
to
depart
.
On
his
offering
his
hand
to
Mrs
Gowan
to
lead
her
down
the
staircase
,
she
retained
Little
Dorrit
’
s
hand
in
hers
,
with
a
cautious
pressure
,
and
said
,
‘
No
,
thank
you
.
But
,
if
you
will
please
to
see
if
my
boatman
is
there
,
I
shall
be
obliged
to
you
.
’
It
left
him
no
choice
but
to
go
down
before
them
.
As
he
did
so
,
hat
in
hand
,
Mrs
Gowan
whispered
:
‘
He
killed
the
dog
.
’
