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‘
Stuff
and
nonsense
!
’
replied
the
young
lady
,
turning
angry
again
;
‘
I
am
as
well
as
you
are
.
Perhaps
I
might
say
better
,
and
yet
make
no
boast
of
it
.
’
Poor
Little
Dorrit
,
not
seeing
her
way
to
the
offering
of
any
soothing
words
that
would
escape
repudiation
,
deemed
it
best
to
remain
quiet
.
At
first
,
Fanny
took
this
ill
,
too
;
protesting
to
her
looking
-
glass
,
that
of
all
the
trying
sisters
a
girl
could
have
,
she
did
think
the
most
trying
sister
was
a
flat
sister
.
That
she
knew
she
was
at
times
a
wretched
temper
;
that
she
knew
she
made
herself
hateful
;
that
when
she
made
herself
hateful
,
nothing
would
do
her
half
the
good
as
being
told
so
;
but
that
,
being
afflicted
with
a
flat
sister
,
she
never
was
told
so
,
and
the
consequence
resulted
that
she
was
absolutely
tempted
and
goaded
into
making
herself
disagreeable
.
Besides
(
she
angrily
told
her
looking
-
glass
)
,
she
didn
’
t
want
to
be
forgiven
.
It
was
not
a
right
example
,
that
she
should
be
constantly
stooping
to
be
forgiven
by
a
younger
sister
.
And
this
was
the
Art
of
it
—
that
she
was
always
being
placed
in
the
position
of
being
forgiven
,
whether
she
liked
it
or
not
.
Finally
she
burst
into
violent
weeping
,
and
,
when
her
sister
came
and
sat
close
at
her
side
to
comfort
her
,
said
,
‘
Amy
,
you
’
re
an
Angel
!
’
‘
But
,
I
tell
you
what
,
my
Pet
,
’
said
Fanny
,
when
her
sister
’
s
gentleness
had
calmed
her
,
‘
it
now
comes
to
this
;
that
things
cannot
and
shall
not
go
on
as
they
are
at
present
going
on
,
and
that
there
must
be
an
end
of
this
,
one
way
or
another
.
’
As
the
announcement
was
vague
,
though
very
peremptory
,
Little
Dorrit
returned
,
‘
Let
us
talk
about
it
.
’
‘
Quite
so
,
my
dear
,
’
assented
Fanny
,
as
she
dried
her
eyes
.
‘
Let
us
talk
about
it
.
I
am
rational
again
now
,
and
you
shall
advise
me
.
Will
you
advise
me
,
my
sweet
child
?
’
Even
Amy
smiled
at
this
notion
,
but
she
said
,
‘
I
will
,
Fanny
,
as
well
as
I
can
.
’
‘
Thank
you
,
dearest
Amy
,
’
returned
Fanny
,
kissing
her
.
‘
You
are
my
anchor
.
’
Having
embraced
her
Anchor
with
great
affection
,
Fanny
took
a
bottle
of
sweet
toilette
water
from
the
table
,
and
called
to
her
maid
for
a
fine
handkerchief
.
She
then
dismissed
that
attendant
for
the
night
,
and
went
on
to
be
advised
;
dabbing
her
eyes
and
forehead
from
time
to
time
to
cool
them
.
