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She
suffered
it
to
run
down
;
but
he
was
still
uneasy
,
and
showed
that
was
not
what
he
wanted
.
At
length
he
roused
himself
to
explain
that
he
wanted
money
to
be
raised
on
this
watch
.
He
was
quite
pleased
when
she
pretended
to
take
it
away
for
the
purpose
,
and
afterwards
had
a
relish
for
his
little
tastes
of
wine
and
jelly
,
that
he
had
not
had
before
.
He
soon
made
it
plain
that
this
was
so
;
for
,
in
another
day
or
two
he
sent
off
his
sleeve
-
buttons
and
finger
-
rings
.
He
had
an
amazing
satisfaction
in
entrusting
her
with
these
errands
,
and
appeared
to
consider
it
equivalent
to
making
the
most
methodical
and
provident
arrangements
.
After
his
trinkets
,
or
such
of
them
as
he
had
been
able
to
see
about
him
,
were
gone
,
his
clothes
engaged
his
attention
;
and
it
is
as
likely
as
not
that
he
was
kept
alive
for
some
days
by
the
satisfaction
of
sending
them
,
piece
by
piece
,
to
an
imaginary
pawnbroker
’
s
.
Thus
for
ten
days
Little
Dorrit
bent
over
his
pillow
,
laying
her
cheek
against
his
.
Sometimes
she
was
so
worn
out
that
for
a
few
minutes
they
would
slumber
together
.
Then
she
would
awake
;
to
recollect
with
fast
-
flowing
silent
tears
what
it
was
that
touched
her
face
,
and
to
see
,
stealing
over
the
cherished
face
upon
the
pillow
,
a
deeper
shadow
than
the
shadow
of
the
Marshalsea
Wall
.
Quietly
,
quietly
,
all
the
lines
of
the
plan
of
the
great
Castle
melted
one
after
another
.
Quietly
,
quietly
,
the
ruled
and
cross
-
ruled
countenance
on
which
they
were
traced
,
became
fair
and
blank
.
Quietly
,
quietly
,
the
reflected
marks
of
the
prison
bars
and
of
the
zig
-
zag
iron
on
the
wall
-
top
,
faded
away
.
Quietly
,
quietly
,
the
face
subsided
into
a
far
younger
likeness
of
her
own
than
she
had
ever
seen
under
the
grey
hair
,
and
sank
to
rest
.
At
first
her
uncle
was
stark
distracted
.
‘
O
my
brother
!
O
William
,
William
!
You
to
go
before
me
;
you
to
go
alone
;
you
to
go
,
and
I
to
remain
!
You
,
so
far
superior
,
so
distinguished
,
so
noble
;
I
,
a
poor
useless
creature
fit
for
nothing
,
and
whom
no
one
would
have
missed
!
’
It
did
her
,
for
the
time
,
the
good
of
having
him
to
think
of
and
to
succour
.
‘
Uncle
,
dear
uncle
,
spare
yourself
,
spare
me
!
’
The
old
man
was
not
deaf
to
the
last
words
.
When
he
did
begin
to
restrain
himself
,
it
was
that
he
might
spare
her
.
He
had
no
care
for
himself
;
but
,
with
all
the
remaining
power
of
the
honest
heart
,
stunned
so
long
and
now
awaking
to
be
broken
,
he
honoured
and
blessed
her
.
‘
O
God
,
’
he
cried
,
before
they
left
the
room
,
with
his
wrinkled
hands
clasped
over
her
.
‘
Thou
seest
this
daughter
of
my
dear
dead
brother
!
All
that
I
have
looked
upon
,
with
my
half
-
blind
and
sinful
eyes
,
Thou
hast
discerned
clearly
,
brightly
.
Not
a
hair
of
her
head
shall
be
harmed
before
Thee
.
Thou
wilt
uphold
her
here
to
her
last
hour
.
And
I
know
Thou
wilt
reward
her
hereafter
!
’
