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She
was
pale
and
frightened
;
but
she
had
no
other
care
than
to
soothe
him
and
get
him
away
,
for
his
own
dear
sake
.
She
was
between
him
and
the
wondering
faces
,
turned
round
upon
his
breast
with
her
own
face
raised
to
his
.
He
held
her
clasped
in
his
left
arm
,
and
between
whiles
her
low
voice
was
heard
tenderly
imploring
him
to
go
away
with
her
.
‘
Born
here
,
’
he
repeated
,
shedding
tears
.
‘
Bred
here
.
Ladies
and
gentlemen
,
my
daughter
.
Child
of
an
unfortunate
father
,
but
—
ha
—
always
a
gentleman
.
Poor
,
no
doubt
,
but
—
hum
—
proud
.
Always
proud
.
It
has
become
a
—
hum
—
not
infrequent
custom
for
my
—
ha
—
personal
admirers
—
personal
admirers
solely
—
to
be
pleased
to
express
their
desire
to
acknowledge
my
semi
-
official
position
here
,
by
offering
—
ha
—
little
tributes
,
which
usually
take
the
form
of
—
ha
—
voluntary
recognitions
of
my
humble
endeavours
to
—
hum
—
to
uphold
a
Tone
here
—
a
Tone
—
I
beg
it
to
be
understood
that
I
do
not
consider
myself
compromised
.
Ha
.
Not
compromised
.
Ha
.
Not
a
beggar
.
No
;
I
repudiate
the
title
!
At
the
same
time
far
be
it
from
me
to
—
hum
—
to
put
upon
the
fine
feelings
by
which
my
partial
friends
are
actuated
,
the
slight
of
scrupling
to
admit
that
those
offerings
are
—
hum
—
highly
acceptable
.
On
the
contrary
,
they
are
most
acceptable
.
In
my
child
’
s
name
,
if
not
in
my
own
,
I
make
the
admission
in
the
fullest
manner
,
at
the
same
time
reserving
—
ha
—
shall
I
say
my
personal
dignity
?
Ladies
and
gentlemen
,
God
bless
you
all
!
’
By
this
time
,
the
exceeding
mortification
undergone
by
the
Bosom
had
occasioned
the
withdrawal
of
the
greater
part
of
the
company
into
other
rooms
.
The
few
who
had
lingered
thus
long
followed
the
rest
,
and
Little
Dorrit
and
her
father
were
left
to
the
servants
and
themselves
.
Dearest
and
most
precious
to
her
,
he
would
come
with
her
now
,
would
he
not
?
He
replied
to
her
fervid
entreaties
,
that
he
would
never
be
able
to
get
up
the
narrow
stairs
without
Bob
;
where
was
Bob
,
would
nobody
fetch
Bob
?
Under
pretence
of
looking
for
Bob
,
she
got
him
out
against
the
stream
of
gay
company
now
pouring
in
for
the
evening
assembly
,
and
got
him
into
a
coach
that
had
just
set
down
its
load
,
and
got
him
home
.
The
broad
stairs
of
his
Roman
palace
were
contracted
in
his
failing
sight
to
the
narrow
stairs
of
his
London
prison
;
and
he
would
suffer
no
one
but
her
to
touch
him
,
his
brother
excepted
.
They
got
him
up
to
his
room
without
help
,
and
laid
him
down
on
his
bed
.
And
from
that
hour
his
poor
maimed
spirit
,
only
remembering
the
place
where
it
had
broken
its
wings
,
cancelled
the
dream
through
which
it
had
since
groped
,
and
knew
of
nothing
beyond
the
Marshalsea
.
When
he
heard
footsteps
in
the
street
,
he
took
them
for
the
old
weary
tread
in
the
yards
.
When
the
hour
came
for
locking
up
,
he
supposed
all
strangers
to
be
excluded
for
the
night
.
When
the
time
for
opening
came
again
,
he
was
so
anxious
to
see
Bob
,
that
they
were
fain
to
patch
up
a
narrative
how
that
Bob
—
many
a
year
dead
then
,
gentle
turnkey
—
had
taken
cold
,
but
hoped
to
be
out
to
-
morrow
,
or
the
next
day
,
or
the
next
at
furthest
.
He
fell
away
into
a
weakness
so
extreme
that
he
could
not
raise
his
hand
.
But
he
still
protected
his
brother
according
to
his
long
usage
;
and
would
say
with
some
complacency
,
fifty
times
a
day
,
when
he
saw
him
standing
by
his
bed
,
‘
My
good
Frederick
,
sit
down
.
You
are
very
feeble
indeed
.
’
They
tried
him
with
Mrs
General
,
but
he
had
not
the
faintest
knowledge
of
her
.
Some
injurious
suspicion
lodged
itself
in
his
brain
,
that
she
wanted
to
supplant
Mrs
Bangham
,
and
that
she
was
given
to
drinking
.
He
charged
her
with
it
in
no
measured
terms
;
and
was
so
urgent
with
his
daughter
to
go
round
to
the
Marshal
and
entreat
him
to
turn
her
out
,
that
she
was
never
reproduced
after
the
first
failure
.
Saving
that
he
once
asked
‘
if
Tip
had
gone
outside
?
’
the
remembrance
of
his
two
children
not
present
seemed
to
have
departed
from
him
.
But
the
child
who
had
done
so
much
for
him
and
had
been
so
poorly
repaid
,
was
never
out
of
his
mind
.
Not
that
he
spared
her
,
or
was
fearful
of
her
being
spent
by
watching
and
fatigue
;
he
was
not
more
troubled
on
that
score
than
he
had
usually
been
.
No
;
he
loved
her
in
his
old
way
.
They
were
in
the
jail
again
,
and
she
tended
him
,
and
he
had
constant
need
of
her
,
and
could
not
turn
without
her
;
and
he
even
told
her
,
sometimes
,
that
he
was
content
to
have
undergone
a
great
deal
for
her
sake
.
As
to
her
,
she
bent
over
his
bed
with
her
quiet
face
against
his
,
and
would
have
laid
down
her
own
life
to
restore
him
.
When
he
had
been
sinking
in
this
painless
way
for
two
or
three
days
,
she
observed
him
to
be
troubled
by
the
ticking
of
his
watch
—
a
pompous
gold
watch
that
made
as
great
a
to
-
do
about
its
going
as
if
nothing
else
went
but
itself
and
Time
.
