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‘
What
else
did
you
come
for
,
Sir
?
’
‘
Nothing
else
in
the
world
,
sir
.
Oh
dear
me
!
Only
to
say
,
Sir
,
that
I
hoped
you
was
well
,
and
only
to
ask
if
Miss
Amy
was
Well
?
’
‘
What
’
s
that
to
you
,
sir
?
’
retorted
Mr
Dorrit
.
‘
It
’
s
nothing
to
me
,
sir
,
by
rights
.
I
never
thought
of
lessening
the
distance
betwixt
us
,
I
am
sure
.
I
know
it
’
s
a
liberty
,
sir
,
but
I
never
thought
you
’
d
have
taken
it
ill
.
Upon
my
word
and
honour
,
sir
,
’
said
Young
John
,
with
emotion
,
‘
in
my
poor
way
,
I
am
too
proud
to
have
come
,
I
assure
you
,
if
I
had
thought
so
.
’
Mr
Dorrit
was
ashamed
.
He
went
back
to
the
window
,
and
leaned
his
forehead
against
the
glass
for
some
time
.
When
he
turned
,
he
had
his
handkerchief
in
his
hand
,
and
he
had
been
wiping
his
eyes
with
it
,
and
he
looked
tired
and
ill
.
‘
Young
John
,
I
am
very
sorry
to
have
been
hasty
with
you
,
but
—
ha
—
some
remembrances
are
not
happy
remembrances
,
and
—
hum
—
you
shouldn
’
t
have
come
.
’
‘
I
feel
that
now
,
sir
,
’
returned
John
Chivery
;
‘
but
I
didn
’
t
before
,
and
Heaven
knows
I
meant
no
harm
,
sir
.
’
‘
No
.
No
,
’
said
Mr
Dorrit
.
‘
I
am
—
hum
—
sure
of
that
.
Ha
.
Give
me
your
hand
,
Young
John
,
give
me
your
hand
.
’
Young
John
gave
it
;
but
Mr
Dorrit
had
driven
his
heart
out
of
it
,
and
nothing
could
change
his
face
now
,
from
its
white
,
shocked
look
.
