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‘
He
is
less
—
ha
—
coherent
,
and
his
conversation
is
more
—
hum
—
broken
,
than
I
have
—
ha
,
hum
—
ever
known
.
Has
he
had
any
illness
since
I
have
been
gone
?
’
‘
No
,
father
.
’
‘
You
—
ha
—
see
a
great
change
in
him
,
Amy
?
’
‘
I
have
not
observed
it
,
dear
.
’
‘
Greatly
broken
,
’
said
Mr
Dorrit
.
‘
Greatly
broken
.
My
poor
,
affectionate
,
failing
Frederick
!
Ha
.
Even
taking
into
account
what
he
was
before
,
he
is
—
hum
—
sadly
broken
!
’
His
supper
,
which
was
brought
to
him
there
,
and
spread
upon
the
little
table
where
he
had
seen
her
working
,
diverted
his
attention
.
She
sat
at
his
side
as
in
the
days
that
were
gone
,
for
the
first
time
since
those
days
ended
.
They
were
alone
,
and
she
helped
him
to
his
meat
and
poured
out
his
drink
for
him
,
as
she
had
been
used
to
do
in
the
prison
.
All
this
happened
now
,
for
the
first
time
since
their
accession
to
wealth
.
She
was
afraid
to
look
at
him
much
,
after
the
offence
he
had
taken
;
but
she
noticed
two
occasions
in
the
course
of
his
meal
,
when
he
all
of
a
sudden
looked
at
her
,
and
looked
about
him
,
as
if
the
association
were
so
strong
that
he
needed
assurance
from
his
sense
of
sight
that
they
were
not
in
the
old
prison
-
room
.
Both
times
,
he
put
his
hand
to
his
head
as
if
he
missed
his
old
black
cap
—
though
it
had
been
ignominiously
given
away
in
the
Marshalsea
,
and
had
never
got
free
to
that
hour
,
but
still
hovered
about
the
yards
on
the
head
of
his
successor
.
He
took
very
little
supper
,
but
was
a
long
time
over
it
,
and
often
reverted
to
his
brother
’
s
declining
state
.
Though
he
expressed
the
greatest
pity
for
him
,
he
was
almost
bitter
upon
him
.
He
said
that
poor
Frederick
—
ha
hum
—
drivelled
.
There
was
no
other
word
to
express
it
;
drivelled
.
Poor
fellow
!
It
was
melancholy
to
reflect
what
Amy
must
have
undergone
from
the
excessive
tediousness
of
his
Society
—
wandering
and
babbling
on
,
poor
dear
estimable
creature
,
wandering
and
babbling
on
—
if
it
had
not
been
for
the
relief
she
had
had
in
Mrs
General
.
Extremely
sorry
,
he
then
repeated
with
his
former
satisfaction
,
that
that
—
ha
—
superior
woman
was
poorly
.
Little
Dorrit
,
in
her
watchful
love
,
would
have
remembered
the
lightest
thing
he
said
or
did
that
night
,
though
she
had
had
no
subsequent
reason
to
recall
that
night
.
She
always
remembered
that
,
when
he
looked
about
him
under
the
strong
influence
of
the
old
association
,
he
tried
to
keep
it
out
of
her
mind
,
and
perhaps
out
of
his
own
too
,
by
immediately
expatiating
on
the
great
riches
and
great
company
that
had
encompassed
him
in
his
absence
,
and
on
the
lofty
position
he
and
his
family
had
to
sustain
.
Nor
did
she
fail
to
recall
that
there
were
two
under
-
currents
,
side
by
side
,
pervading
all
his
discourse
and
all
his
manner
;
one
showing
her
how
well
he
had
got
on
without
her
,
and
how
independent
he
was
of
her
;
the
other
,
in
a
fitful
and
unintelligible
way
almost
complaining
of
her
,
as
if
it
had
been
possible
that
she
had
neglected
him
while
he
was
away
.
His
telling
her
of
the
glorious
state
that
Mr
Merdle
kept
,
and
of
the
court
that
bowed
before
him
,
naturally
brought
him
to
Mrs
Merdle
.
So
naturally
indeed
,
that
although
there
was
an
unusual
want
of
sequence
in
the
greater
part
of
his
remarks
,
he
passed
to
her
at
once
,
and
asked
how
she
was
.
