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‘
Always
so
much
older
,
so
much
rougher
,
and
so
much
less
worthy
,
even
what
I
was
must
be
dismissed
by
both
of
us
,
and
you
must
see
me
only
as
I
am
.
I
put
this
parting
kiss
upon
your
cheek
,
my
child
—
who
might
have
been
more
near
to
me
,
who
never
could
have
been
more
dear
—
a
ruined
man
far
removed
from
you
,
for
ever
separated
from
you
,
whose
course
is
run
while
yours
is
but
beginning
.
I
have
not
the
courage
to
ask
to
be
forgotten
by
you
in
my
humiliation
;
but
I
ask
to
be
remembered
only
as
I
am
.
’
The
bell
began
to
ring
,
warning
visitors
to
depart
.
He
took
her
mantle
from
the
wall
,
and
tenderly
wrapped
it
round
her
.
‘
One
other
word
,
my
Little
Dorrit
.
A
hard
one
to
me
,
but
it
is
a
necessary
one
.
The
time
when
you
and
this
prison
had
anything
in
common
has
long
gone
by
.
Do
you
understand
?
’
‘
O
!
you
will
never
say
to
me
,
’
she
cried
,
weeping
bitterly
,
and
holding
up
her
clasped
hands
in
entreaty
,
‘
that
I
am
not
to
come
back
any
more
!
You
will
surely
not
desert
me
so
!
’
‘
I
would
say
it
,
if
I
could
;
but
I
have
not
the
courage
quite
to
shut
out
this
dear
face
,
and
abandon
all
hope
of
its
return
.
But
do
not
come
soon
,
do
not
come
often
!
This
is
now
a
tainted
place
,
and
I
well
know
the
taint
of
it
clings
to
me
.
You
belong
to
much
brighter
and
better
scenes
.
You
are
not
to
look
back
here
,
my
Little
Dorrit
;
you
are
to
look
away
to
very
different
and
much
happier
paths
.
Again
,
GOD
bless
you
in
them
!
GOD
reward
you
!
’
Maggy
,
who
had
fallen
into
very
low
spirits
,
here
cried
,
‘
Oh
get
him
into
a
hospital
;
do
get
him
into
a
hospital
,
Mother
!
He
’
ll
never
look
like
hisself
again
,
if
he
an
’
t
got
into
a
hospital
.
And
then
the
little
woman
as
was
always
a
spinning
at
her
wheel
,
she
can
go
to
the
cupboard
with
the
Princess
,
and
say
,
what
do
you
keep
the
Chicking
there
for
?
and
then
they
can
take
it
out
and
give
it
to
him
,
and
then
all
be
happy
!
’
The
interruption
was
seasonable
,
for
the
bell
had
nearly
rung
itself
out
.
Again
tenderly
wrapping
her
mantle
about
her
,
and
taking
her
on
his
arm
(
though
,
but
for
her
visit
,
he
was
almost
too
weak
to
walk
)
,
Arthur
led
Little
Dorrit
down
-
stairs
.
She
was
the
last
visitor
to
pass
out
at
the
Lodge
,
and
the
gate
jarred
heavily
and
hopelessly
upon
her
.
With
the
funeral
clang
that
it
sounded
into
Arthur
’
s
heart
,
his
sense
of
weakness
returned
.
It
was
a
toilsome
journey
up
-
stairs
to
his
room
,
and
he
re
-
entered
its
dark
solitary
precincts
in
unutterable
misery
.
When
it
was
almost
midnight
,
and
the
prison
had
long
been
quiet
,
a
cautious
creak
came
up
the
stairs
,
and
a
cautious
tap
of
a
key
was
given
at
his
door
.
It
was
Young
John
.
He
glided
in
,
in
his
stockings
,
and
held
the
door
closed
,
while
he
spoke
in
a
whisper
.
