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‘
How
?
’
asked
her
sister
,
anxiously
.
‘
I
will
not
,
’
said
Fanny
,
without
answering
the
question
,
‘
submit
to
be
mother
-
in
-
lawed
by
Mrs
General
;
and
I
will
not
submit
to
be
,
in
any
respect
whatever
,
either
patronised
or
tormented
by
Mrs
Merdle
.
’
Little
Dorrit
laid
her
hand
upon
the
hand
that
held
the
bottle
of
sweet
water
,
with
a
still
more
anxious
look
.
Fanny
,
quite
punishing
her
own
forehead
with
the
vehement
dabs
she
now
began
to
give
it
,
fitfully
went
on
.
‘
That
he
has
somehow
or
other
,
and
how
is
of
no
consequence
,
attained
a
very
good
position
,
no
one
can
deny
.
That
it
is
a
very
good
connection
,
no
one
can
deny
.
And
as
to
the
question
of
clever
or
not
clever
,
I
doubt
very
much
whether
a
clever
husband
would
be
suitable
to
me
.
I
cannot
submit
.
I
should
not
be
able
to
defer
to
him
enough
.
’
‘
O
,
my
dear
Fanny
!
’
expostulated
Little
Dorrit
,
upon
whom
a
kind
of
terror
had
been
stealing
as
she
perceived
what
her
sister
meant
.
‘
If
you
loved
any
one
,
all
this
feeling
would
change
.
If
you
loved
any
one
,
you
would
no
more
be
yourself
,
but
you
would
quite
lose
and
forget
yourself
in
your
devotion
to
him
.
If
you
loved
him
,
Fanny
—
’
Fanny
had
stopped
the
dabbing
hand
,
and
was
looking
at
her
fixedly
.
‘
O
,
indeed
!
’
cried
Fanny
.
‘
Really
?
Bless
me
,
how
much
some
people
know
of
some
subjects
!
They
say
every
one
has
a
subject
,
and
I
certainly
seem
to
have
hit
upon
yours
,
Amy
.
There
,
you
little
thing
,
I
was
only
in
fun
,
’
dabbing
her
sister
’
s
forehead
;
‘
but
don
’
t
you
be
a
silly
puss
,
and
don
’
t
you
think
flightily
and
eloquently
about
degenerate
impossibilities
.
There
!
Now
,
I
’
ll
go
back
to
myself
.
’
‘
Dear
Fanny
,
let
me
say
first
,
that
I
would
far
rather
we
worked
for
a
scanty
living
again
than
I
would
see
you
rich
and
married
to
Mr
Sparkler
.
’
‘
Let
you
say
,
my
dear
?
’
retorted
Fanny
.
‘
Why
,
of
course
,
I
will
let
you
say
anything
.
There
is
no
constraint
upon
you
,
I
hope
.
We
are
together
to
talk
it
over
.
And
as
to
marrying
Mr
Sparkler
,
I
have
not
the
slightest
intention
of
doing
so
to
-
night
,
my
dear
,
or
to
-
morrow
morning
either
.
’
