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I
must
always
be
much
worse
than
poor
,
with
you
distressed
.
Will
you
let
me
lend
you
all
I
have
?
Will
you
let
me
give
it
you
?
Will
you
let
me
show
you
that
I
have
never
forgotten
,
that
I
never
can
forget
,
your
protection
of
me
when
this
was
my
home
?
Dear
Mr
Clennam
,
make
me
of
all
the
world
the
happiest
,
by
saying
Yes
?
Make
me
as
happy
as
I
can
be
in
leaving
you
here
,
by
saying
nothing
to
-
night
,
and
letting
me
go
away
with
the
hope
that
you
will
think
of
it
kindly
;
and
that
for
my
sake
—
not
for
yours
,
for
mine
,
for
nobody
’
s
but
mine
!
—
you
will
give
me
the
greatest
joy
I
can
experience
on
earth
,
the
joy
of
knowing
that
I
have
been
serviceable
to
you
,
and
that
I
have
paid
some
little
of
the
great
debt
of
my
affection
and
gratitude
.
I
can
’
t
say
what
I
wish
to
say
.
I
can
’
t
visit
you
here
where
I
have
lived
so
long
,
I
can
’
t
think
of
you
here
where
I
have
seen
so
much
,
and
be
as
calm
and
comforting
as
I
ought
.
My
tears
will
make
their
way
.
I
cannot
keep
them
back
.
But
pray
,
pray
,
pray
,
do
not
turn
from
your
Little
Dorrit
,
now
,
in
your
affliction
!
Pray
,
pray
,
pray
,
I
beg
you
and
implore
you
with
all
my
grieving
heart
,
my
friend
—
my
dear
!
—
take
all
I
have
,
and
make
it
a
Blessing
to
me
!
’
The
star
had
shone
on
her
face
until
now
,
when
her
face
sank
upon
his
hand
and
her
own
.
It
had
grown
darker
when
he
raised
her
in
his
encircling
arm
,
and
softly
answered
her
.
‘
No
,
darling
Little
Dorrit
.
No
,
my
child
.
I
must
not
hear
of
such
a
sacrifice
.
Liberty
and
hope
would
be
so
dear
,
bought
at
such
a
price
,
that
I
could
never
support
their
weight
,
never
bear
the
reproach
of
possessing
them
.
But
with
what
ardent
thankfulness
and
love
I
say
this
,
I
may
call
Heaven
to
witness
!
’
‘
And
yet
you
will
not
let
me
be
faithful
to
you
in
your
affliction
?
’
‘
Say
,
dearest
Little
Dorrit
,
and
yet
I
will
try
to
be
faithful
to
you
.
If
,
in
the
bygone
days
when
this
was
your
home
and
when
this
was
your
dress
,
I
had
understood
myself
(
I
speak
only
of
myself
)
better
,
and
had
read
the
secrets
of
my
own
breast
more
distinctly
;
if
,
through
my
reserve
and
self
-
mistrust
,
I
had
discerned
a
light
that
I
see
brightly
now
when
it
has
passed
far
away
,
and
my
weak
footsteps
can
never
overtake
it
;
if
I
had
then
known
,
and
told
you
that
I
loved
and
honoured
you
,
not
as
the
poor
child
I
used
to
call
you
,
but
as
a
woman
whose
true
hand
would
raise
me
high
above
myself
and
make
me
a
far
happier
and
better
man
;
if
I
had
so
used
the
opportunity
there
is
no
recalling
—
as
I
wish
I
had
,
O
I
wish
I
had
!
—
and
if
something
had
kept
us
apart
then
,
when
I
was
moderately
thriving
,
and
when
you
were
poor
;
I
might
have
met
your
noble
offer
of
your
fortune
,
dearest
girl
,
with
other
words
than
these
,
and
still
have
blushed
to
touch
it
.
But
,
as
it
is
,
I
must
never
touch
it
,
never
!
’
She
besought
him
,
more
pathetically
and
earnestly
,
with
her
little
supplicatory
hand
,
than
she
could
have
done
in
any
words
.
‘
I
am
disgraced
enough
,
my
Little
Dorrit
.
I
must
not
descend
so
low
as
that
,
and
carry
you
—
so
dear
,
so
generous
,
so
good
—
down
with
me
.
GOD
bless
you
,
GOD
reward
you
!
It
is
past
.
’
He
took
her
in
his
arms
,
as
if
she
had
been
his
daughter
.
