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Before
her
ghostly
figure
,
so
long
unused
to
its
erect
attitude
,
and
so
stiffened
in
it
,
Rigaud
fell
back
and
dropped
his
voice
.
It
was
,
to
all
the
three
,
almost
as
if
a
dead
woman
had
risen
.
‘
Miss
Dorrit
,
’
answered
Rigaud
,
‘
the
little
niece
of
Monsieur
Frederick
,
whom
I
have
known
across
the
water
,
is
attached
to
the
prisoner
.
Miss
Dorrit
,
little
niece
of
Monsieur
Frederick
,
watches
at
this
moment
over
the
prisoner
,
who
is
ill
.
For
her
I
with
my
own
hands
left
a
packet
at
the
prison
,
on
my
way
here
,
with
a
letter
of
instructions
,
“
for
his
sake
”
—
she
will
do
anything
for
his
sake
—
to
keep
it
without
breaking
the
seal
,
in
case
of
its
being
reclaimed
before
the
hour
of
shutting
up
to
-
night
—
if
it
should
not
be
reclaimed
before
the
ringing
of
the
prison
bell
,
to
give
it
to
him
;
and
it
encloses
a
second
copy
for
herself
,
which
he
must
give
to
her
.
What
!
I
don
’
t
trust
myself
among
you
,
now
we
have
got
so
far
,
without
giving
my
secret
a
second
life
.
And
as
to
its
not
bringing
me
,
elsewhere
,
the
price
it
will
bring
here
,
say
then
,
madame
,
have
you
limited
and
settled
the
price
the
little
niece
will
give
—
for
his
sake
—
to
hush
it
up
?
Once
more
I
say
,
time
presses
.
The
packet
not
reclaimed
before
the
ringing
of
the
bell
to
-
night
,
you
cannot
buy
.
I
sell
,
then
,
to
the
little
girl
!
’
Once
more
the
stir
and
struggle
in
her
,
and
she
ran
to
a
closet
,
tore
the
door
open
,
took
down
a
hood
or
shawl
,
and
wrapped
it
over
her
head
.
Affery
,
who
had
watched
her
in
terror
,
darted
to
her
in
the
middle
of
the
room
,
caught
hold
of
her
dress
,
and
went
on
her
knees
to
her
.
‘
Don
’
t
,
don
’
t
,
don
’
t
!
What
are
you
doing
?
Where
are
you
going
?
You
’
re
a
fearful
woman
,
but
I
don
’
t
bear
you
no
ill
-
will
.
I
can
do
poor
Arthur
no
good
now
,
that
I
see
;
and
you
needn
’
t
be
afraid
of
me
.
I
’
ll
keep
your
secret
.
Don
’
t
go
out
,
you
’
ll
fall
dead
in
the
street
.
Only
promise
me
,
that
,
if
it
’
s
the
poor
thing
that
’
s
kept
here
secretly
,
you
’
ll
let
me
take
charge
of
her
and
be
her
nurse
.
Only
promise
me
that
,
and
never
be
afraid
of
me
.
’
Mrs
Clennam
stood
still
for
an
instant
,
at
the
height
of
her
rapid
haste
,
saying
in
stern
amazement
:
‘
Kept
here
?
She
has
been
dead
a
score
of
years
or
more
.
Ask
Flintwinch
—
ask
him
.
They
can
both
tell
you
that
she
died
when
Arthur
went
abroad
.
’
‘
So
much
the
worse
,
’
said
Affery
,
with
a
shiver
,
‘
for
she
haunts
the
house
,
then
.
Who
else
rustles
about
it
,
making
signals
by
dropping
dust
so
softly
?
Who
else
comes
and
goes
,
and
marks
the
walls
with
long
crooked
touches
when
we
are
all
a
-
bed
?
Who
else
holds
the
door
sometimes
?
But
don
’
t
go
out
—
don
’
t
go
out
!
Mistress
,
you
’
ll
die
in
the
street
!
’
Her
mistress
only
disengaged
her
dress
from
the
beseeching
hands
,
said
to
Rigaud
,
‘
Wait
here
till
I
come
back
!
’
and
ran
out
of
the
room
.
They
saw
her
,
from
the
window
,
run
wildly
through
the
court
-
yard
and
out
at
the
gateway
.
