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One
of
my
frequent
thoughts
is
this
:
—
Old
as
these
cities
are
,
their
age
itself
is
hardly
so
curious
,
to
my
reflections
,
as
that
they
should
have
been
in
their
places
all
through
those
days
when
I
did
not
even
know
of
the
existence
of
more
than
two
or
three
of
them
,
and
when
I
scarcely
knew
of
anything
outside
our
old
walls
.
There
is
something
melancholy
in
it
,
and
I
don
’
t
know
why
.
When
we
went
to
see
the
famous
leaning
tower
at
Pisa
,
it
was
a
bright
sunny
day
,
and
it
and
the
buildings
near
it
looked
so
old
,
and
the
earth
and
the
sky
looked
so
young
,
and
its
shadow
on
the
ground
was
so
soft
and
retired
!
I
could
not
at
first
think
how
beautiful
it
was
,
or
how
curious
,
but
I
thought
,
‘
O
how
many
times
when
the
shadow
of
the
wall
was
falling
on
our
room
,
and
when
that
weary
tread
of
feet
was
going
up
and
down
the
yard
—
O
how
many
times
this
place
was
just
as
quiet
and
lovely
as
it
is
to
-
day
!
’
It
quite
overpowered
me
.
My
heart
was
so
full
that
tears
burst
out
of
my
eyes
,
though
I
did
what
I
could
to
restrain
them
.
And
I
have
the
same
feeling
often
—
often
.
Do
you
know
that
since
the
change
in
our
fortunes
,
though
I
appear
to
myself
to
have
dreamed
more
than
before
,
I
have
always
dreamed
of
myself
as
very
young
indeed
!
I
am
not
very
old
,
you
may
say
.
No
,
but
that
is
not
what
I
mean
.
I
have
always
dreamed
of
myself
as
a
child
learning
to
do
needlework
.
I
have
often
dreamed
of
myself
as
back
there
,
seeing
faces
in
the
yard
little
known
,
and
which
I
should
have
thought
I
had
quite
forgotten
;
but
,
as
often
as
not
,
I
have
been
abroad
here
—
in
Switzerland
,
or
France
,
or
Italy
—
somewhere
where
we
have
been
—
yet
always
as
that
little
child
.
I
have
dreamed
of
going
down
to
Mrs
General
,
with
the
patches
on
my
clothes
in
which
I
can
first
remember
myself
.
I
have
over
and
over
again
dreamed
of
taking
my
place
at
dinner
at
Venice
when
we
have
had
a
large
company
,
in
the
mourning
for
my
poor
mother
which
I
wore
when
I
was
eight
years
old
,
and
wore
long
after
it
was
threadbare
and
would
mend
no
more
.
It
has
been
a
great
distress
to
me
to
think
how
irreconcilable
the
company
would
consider
it
with
my
father
’
s
wealth
,
and
how
I
should
displease
and
disgrace
him
and
Fanny
and
Edward
by
so
plainly
disclosing
what
they
wished
to
keep
secret
.
But
I
have
not
grown
out
of
the
little
child
in
thinking
of
it
;
and
at
the
self
-
same
moment
I
have
dreamed
that
I
have
sat
with
the
heart
-
ache
at
table
,
calculating
the
expenses
of
the
dinner
,
and
quite
distracting
myself
with
thinking
how
they
were
ever
to
be
made
good
.
I
have
never
dreamed
of
the
change
in
our
fortunes
itself
;
I
have
never
dreamed
of
your
coming
back
with
me
that
memorable
morning
to
break
it
;
I
have
never
even
dreamed
of
you
.
Dear
Mr
Clennam
,
it
is
possible
that
I
have
thought
of
you
—
and
others
—
so
much
by
day
,
that
I
have
no
thoughts
left
to
wander
round
you
by
night
For
I
must
now
confess
to
you
that
I
suffer
from
home
-
sickness
—
that
I
long
so
ardently
and
earnestly
for
home
,
as
sometimes
,
when
no
one
sees
me
,
to
pine
for
it
.
I
cannot
bear
to
turn
my
face
further
away
from
it
.
My
heart
is
a
little
lightened
when
we
turn
towards
it
,
even
for
a
few
miles
,
and
with
the
knowledge
that
we
are
soon
to
turn
away
again
.
So
dearly
do
I
love
the
scene
of
my
poverty
and
your
kindness
.
O
so
dearly
,
O
so
dearly
!
Heaven
knows
when
your
poor
child
will
see
England
again
.
We
are
all
fond
of
the
life
here
(
except
me
)
,
and
there
are
no
plans
for
our
return
.
My
dear
father
talks
of
a
visit
to
London
late
in
this
next
spring
,
on
some
affairs
connected
with
the
property
,
but
I
have
no
hope
that
he
will
bring
me
with
him
.
I
have
tried
to
get
on
a
little
better
under
Mrs
General
’
s
instruction
,
and
I
hope
I
am
not
quite
so
dull
as
I
used
to
be
.
I
have
begun
to
speak
and
understand
,
almost
easily
,
the
hard
languages
I
told
you
about
.
I
did
not
remember
,
at
the
moment
when
I
wrote
last
,
that
you
knew
them
both
;
but
I
remembered
it
afterwards
,
and
it
helped
me
on
.
God
bless
you
,
dear
Mr
Clennam
.
Do
not
forget
Your
ever
grateful
and
affectionate
LITTLE
DORRIT
.
=
P
.
S
.
—
Particularly
remember
that
Minnie
Gowan
deserves
the
best
remembrance
in
which
you
can
hold
her
.
You
cannot
think
too
generously
or
too
highly
of
her
.
I
forgot
Mr
Pancks
last
time
.
Please
,
if
you
should
see
him
,
give
him
your
Little
Dorrit
’
s
kind
regard
.
He
was
very
good
to
Little
D
.
