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As
they
sat
side
by
side
in
the
shadow
of
the
wall
,
the
shadow
fell
like
light
upon
him
.
She
would
not
let
him
speak
much
,
and
he
lay
back
in
his
chair
,
looking
at
her
.
Now
and
again
she
would
rise
and
give
him
the
glass
that
he
might
drink
,
or
would
smooth
the
resting
-
place
of
his
head
;
then
she
would
gently
resume
her
seat
by
him
,
and
bend
over
her
work
again
.
The
shadow
moved
with
the
sun
,
but
she
never
moved
from
his
side
,
except
to
wait
upon
him
.
The
sun
went
down
and
she
was
still
there
.
She
had
done
her
work
now
,
and
her
hand
,
faltering
on
the
arm
of
his
chair
since
its
last
tending
of
him
,
was
hesitating
there
yet
.
He
laid
his
hand
upon
it
,
and
it
clasped
him
with
a
trembling
supplication
.
‘
Dear
Mr
Clennam
,
I
must
say
something
to
you
before
I
go
.
I
have
put
it
off
from
hour
to
hour
,
but
I
must
say
it
.
’
‘
I
too
,
dear
Little
Dorrit
.
I
have
put
off
what
I
must
say
.
’
She
nervously
moved
her
hand
towards
his
lips
as
if
to
stop
him
;
then
it
dropped
,
trembling
,
into
its
former
place
.
‘
I
am
not
going
abroad
again
.
My
brother
is
,
but
I
am
not
.
He
was
always
attached
to
me
,
and
he
is
so
grateful
to
me
now
—
so
much
too
grateful
,
for
it
is
only
because
I
happened
to
be
with
him
in
his
illness
—
that
he
says
I
shall
be
free
to
stay
where
I
like
best
,
and
to
do
what
I
like
best
.
He
only
wishes
me
to
be
happy
,
he
says
.
’
There
was
one
bright
star
shining
in
the
sky
.
She
looked
up
at
it
while
she
spoke
,
as
if
it
were
the
fervent
purpose
of
her
own
heart
shining
above
her
.
‘
You
will
understand
,
I
dare
say
,
without
my
telling
you
,
that
my
brother
has
come
home
to
find
my
dear
father
’
s
will
,
and
to
take
possession
of
his
property
.
He
says
,
if
there
is
a
will
,
he
is
sure
I
shall
be
left
rich
;
and
if
there
is
none
,
that
he
will
make
me
so
.
’
He
would
have
spoken
;
but
she
put
up
her
trembling
hand
again
,
and
he
stopped
.
‘
I
have
no
use
for
money
,
I
have
no
wish
for
it
.
It
would
be
of
no
value
at
all
to
me
but
for
your
sake
.
I
could
not
be
rich
,
and
you
here
.
