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Meeting
an
earnest
and
imploring
look
in
Amy
’
s
face
,
she
brought
the
four
hands
down
,
and
laid
only
one
on
Amy
’
s
lips
.
‘
Now
,
don
’
t
argue
with
me
,
child
,
’
she
said
in
a
sterner
way
,
‘
because
it
is
of
no
use
.
I
understand
these
subjects
much
better
than
you
do
.
I
have
not
nearly
made
up
my
mind
,
but
it
may
be
.
Now
we
have
talked
this
over
comfortably
,
and
may
go
to
bed
.
You
best
and
dearest
little
mouse
,
Good
night
!
’
With
those
words
Fanny
weighed
her
Anchor
,
and
—
having
taken
so
much
advice
—
left
off
being
advised
for
that
occasion
.
Thenceforward
,
Amy
observed
Mr
Sparkler
’
s
treatment
by
his
enslaver
,
with
new
reasons
for
attaching
importance
to
all
that
passed
between
them
.
There
were
times
when
Fanny
appeared
quite
unable
to
endure
his
mental
feebleness
,
and
when
she
became
so
sharply
impatient
of
it
that
she
would
all
but
dismiss
him
for
good
.
There
were
other
times
when
she
got
on
much
better
with
him
;
when
he
amused
her
,
and
when
her
sense
of
superiority
seemed
to
counterbalance
that
opposite
side
of
the
scale
.
If
Mr
Sparkler
had
been
other
than
the
faithfullest
and
most
submissive
of
swains
,
he
was
sufficiently
hard
pressed
to
have
fled
from
the
scene
of
his
trials
,
and
have
set
at
least
the
whole
distance
from
Rome
to
London
between
himself
and
his
enchantress
.
But
he
had
no
greater
will
of
his
own
than
a
boat
has
when
it
is
towed
by
a
steam
-
ship
;
and
he
followed
his
cruel
mistress
through
rough
and
smooth
,
on
equally
strong
compulsion
.
Mrs
Merdle
,
during
these
passages
,
said
little
to
Fanny
,
but
said
more
about
her
.
She
was
,
as
it
were
,
forced
to
look
at
her
through
her
eye
-
glass
,
and
in
general
conversation
to
allow
commendations
of
her
beauty
to
be
wrung
from
her
by
its
irresistible
demands
.
The
defiant
character
it
assumed
when
Fanny
heard
these
extollings
(
as
it
generally
happened
that
she
did
)
,
was
not
expressive
of
concessions
to
the
impartial
bosom
;
but
the
utmost
revenge
the
bosom
took
was
,
to
say
audibly
,
‘
A
spoilt
beauty
—
but
with
that
face
and
shape
,
who
could
wonder
?
’
It
might
have
been
about
a
month
or
six
weeks
after
the
night
of
the
new
advice
,
when
Little
Dorrit
began
to
think
she
detected
some
new
understanding
between
Mr
Sparkler
and
Fanny
.
Mr
Sparkler
,
as
if
in
attendance
to
some
compact
,
scarcely
ever
spoke
without
first
looking
towards
Fanny
for
leave
.
That
young
lady
was
too
discreet
ever
to
look
back
again
;
but
,
if
Mr
Sparkler
had
permission
to
speak
,
she
remained
silent
;
if
he
had
not
,
she
herself
spoke
.
Moreover
,
it
became
plain
whenever
Henry
Gowan
attempted
to
perform
the
friendly
office
of
drawing
him
out
,
that
he
was
not
to
be
drawn
.
And
not
only
that
,
but
Fanny
would
presently
,
without
any
pointed
application
in
the
world
,
chance
to
say
something
with
such
a
sting
in
it
that
Gowan
would
draw
back
as
if
he
had
put
his
hand
into
a
bee
-
hive
.
There
was
yet
another
circumstance
which
went
a
long
way
to
confirm
Little
Dorrit
in
her
fears
,
though
it
was
not
a
great
circumstance
in
itself
.
Mr
Sparkler
’
s
demeanour
towards
herself
changed
.
It
became
fraternal
.
Sometimes
,
when
she
was
in
the
outer
circle
of
assemblies
—
at
their
own
residence
,
at
Mrs
Merdle
’
s
,
or
elsewhere
—
she
would
find
herself
stealthily
supported
round
the
waist
by
Mr
Sparkler
’
s
arm
.
Mr
Sparkler
never
offered
the
slightest
explanation
of
this
attention
;
but
merely
smiled
with
an
air
of
blundering
,
contented
,
good
-
natured
proprietorship
,
which
,
in
so
heavy
a
gentleman
,
was
ominously
expressive
.
Little
Dorrit
was
at
home
one
day
,
thinking
about
Fanny
with
a
heavy
heart
.
They
had
a
room
at
one
end
of
their
drawing
-
room
suite
,
nearly
all
irregular
bay
-
window
,
projecting
over
the
street
,
and
commanding
all
the
picturesque
life
and
variety
of
the
Corso
,
both
up
and
down
.
At
three
or
four
o
’
clock
in
the
afternoon
,
English
time
,
the
view
from
this
window
was
very
bright
and
peculiar
;
and
Little
Dorrit
used
to
sit
and
muse
here
,
much
as
she
had
been
used
to
while
away
the
time
in
her
balcony
at
Venice
.
Seated
thus
one
day
,
she
was
softly
touched
on
the
shoulder
,
and
Fanny
said
,
‘
Well
,
Amy
dear
,
’
and
took
her
seat
at
her
side
.
Their
seat
was
a
part
of
the
window
;
when
there
was
anything
in
the
way
of
a
procession
going
on
,
they
used
to
have
bright
draperies
hung
out
of
the
window
,
and
used
to
kneel
or
sit
on
this
seat
,
and
look
out
at
it
,
leaning
on
the
brilliant
colour
.
But
there
was
no
procession
that
day
,
and
Little
Dorrit
was
rather
surprised
by
Fanny
’
s
being
at
home
at
that
hour
,
as
she
was
generally
out
on
horseback
then
.
