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‘
No
,
sir
,
’
returned
John
,
shortly
.
‘
Never
heard
of
such
a
thing
.
’
‘
But
I
did
.
Can
you
imagine
why
?
’
‘
No
,
sir
,
’
returned
John
,
shortly
.
‘
I
can
’
t
imagine
why
.
’
‘
I
will
tell
you
.
I
was
solicitous
to
promote
Miss
Dorrit
’
s
happiness
;
and
if
I
could
have
supposed
that
Miss
Dorrit
returned
your
affection
—
’
Poor
John
Chivery
turned
crimson
to
the
tips
of
his
ears
.
‘
Miss
Dorrit
never
did
,
sir
.
I
wish
to
be
honourable
and
true
,
so
far
as
in
my
humble
way
I
can
,
and
I
would
scorn
to
pretend
for
a
moment
that
she
ever
did
,
or
that
she
ever
led
me
to
believe
she
did
;
no
,
nor
even
that
it
was
ever
to
be
expected
in
any
cool
reason
that
she
would
or
could
.
She
was
far
above
me
in
all
respects
at
all
times
.
As
likewise
,
’
added
John
,
‘
similarly
was
her
gen
-
teel
family
.
’
His
chivalrous
feeling
towards
all
that
belonged
to
her
made
him
so
very
respectable
,
in
spite
of
his
small
stature
and
his
rather
weak
legs
,
and
his
very
weak
hair
,
and
his
poetical
temperament
,
that
a
Goliath
might
have
sat
in
his
place
demanding
less
consideration
at
Arthur
’
s
hands
.
‘
You
speak
,
John
,
’
he
said
,
with
cordial
admiration
,
‘
like
a
Man
.
’
‘
Well
,
sir
,
’
returned
John
,
brushing
his
hand
across
his
eyes
,
‘
then
I
wish
you
’
d
do
the
same
.
’
He
was
quick
with
this
unexpected
retort
,
and
it
again
made
Arthur
regard
him
with
a
wondering
expression
of
face
.
