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‘
If
this
house
was
blazing
from
the
roof
to
the
ground
,
’
she
returned
,
‘
I
would
stay
in
it
to
justify
myself
against
my
righteous
motives
being
classed
with
those
of
stabbers
and
thieves
.
’
Rigaud
snapped
his
fingers
tauntingly
in
her
face
.
‘
One
thousand
guineas
to
the
little
beauty
you
slowly
hunted
to
death
.
One
thousand
guineas
to
the
youngest
daughter
her
patron
might
have
at
fifty
,
or
(
if
he
had
none
)
brother
’
s
youngest
daughter
,
on
her
coming
of
age
,
“
as
the
remembrance
his
disinterestedness
may
like
best
,
of
his
protection
of
a
friendless
young
orphan
girl
.
”
Two
thousand
guineas
.
What
!
You
will
never
come
to
the
money
?
’
‘
That
patron
,
’
she
was
vehemently
proceeding
,
when
he
checked
her
.
‘
Names
!
Call
him
Mr
Frederick
Dorrit
.
No
more
evasions
.
’
‘
That
Frederick
Dorrit
was
the
beginning
of
it
all
.
If
he
had
not
been
a
player
of
music
,
and
had
not
kept
,
in
those
days
of
his
youth
and
prosperity
,
an
idle
house
where
singers
,
and
players
,
and
such
-
like
children
of
Evil
turned
their
backs
on
the
Light
and
their
faces
to
the
Darkness
,
she
might
have
remained
in
her
lowly
station
,
and
might
not
have
been
raised
out
of
it
to
be
cast
down
.
But
,
no
.
Satan
entered
into
that
Frederick
Dorrit
,
and
counselled
him
that
he
was
a
man
of
innocent
and
laudable
tastes
who
did
kind
actions
,
and
that
here
was
a
poor
girl
with
a
voice
for
singing
music
with
.
Then
he
is
to
have
her
taught
.
Then
Arthur
’
s
father
,
who
has
all
along
been
secretly
pining
in
the
ways
of
virtuous
ruggedness
for
those
accursed
snares
which
are
called
the
Arts
,
becomes
acquainted
with
her
.
And
so
,
a
graceless
orphan
,
training
to
be
a
singing
girl
,
carries
it
,
by
that
Frederick
Dorrit
’
s
agency
,
against
me
,
and
I
am
humbled
and
deceived
!
—
Not
I
,
that
is
to
say
,
’
she
added
quickly
,
as
colour
flushed
into
her
face
;
‘
a
greater
than
I
.
What
am
I
?
’
Jeremiah
Flintwinch
,
who
had
been
gradually
screwing
himself
towards
her
,
and
who
was
now
very
near
her
elbow
without
her
knowing
it
,
made
a
specially
wry
face
of
objection
when
she
said
these
words
,
and
moreover
twitched
his
gaiters
,
as
if
such
pretensions
were
equivalent
to
little
barbs
in
his
legs
.
‘
Lastly
,
’
she
continued
,
‘
for
I
am
at
the
end
of
these
things
,
and
I
will
say
no
more
of
them
,
and
you
shall
say
no
more
of
them
,
and
all
that
remains
will
be
to
determine
whether
the
knowledge
of
them
can
be
kept
among
us
who
are
here
present
;
lastly
,
when
I
suppressed
that
paper
,
with
the
knowledge
of
Arthur
’
s
father
—
’
‘
But
not
with
his
consent
,
you
know
,
’
said
Mr
Flintwinch
.
