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‘
Have
you
any
idea
of
its
contents
?
’
Frightened
by
her
being
there
with
that
new
power
Of
Movement
in
her
,
which
,
as
she
said
herself
,
was
not
strength
,
and
which
was
unreal
to
look
upon
,
as
though
a
picture
or
statue
had
been
animated
,
Little
Dorrit
answered
‘
No
.
’
‘
Read
them
.
’
Little
Dorrit
took
the
packet
from
the
still
outstretched
hand
,
and
broke
the
seal
.
Mrs
Clennam
then
gave
her
the
inner
packet
that
was
addressed
to
herself
,
and
held
the
other
.
The
shadow
of
the
wall
and
of
the
prison
buildings
,
which
made
the
room
sombre
at
noon
,
made
it
too
dark
to
read
there
,
with
the
dusk
deepening
apace
,
save
in
the
window
.
In
the
window
,
where
a
little
of
the
bright
summer
evening
sky
could
shine
upon
her
,
Little
Dorrit
stood
,
and
read
.
After
a
broken
exclamation
or
so
of
wonder
and
of
terror
,
she
read
in
silence
.
When
she
had
finished
,
she
looked
round
,
and
her
old
mistress
bowed
herself
before
her
.
‘
You
know
,
now
,
what
I
have
done
.
’
‘
I
think
so
.
I
am
afraid
so
;
though
my
mind
is
so
hurried
,
and
so
sorry
,
and
has
so
much
to
pity
that
it
has
not
been
able
to
follow
all
I
have
read
,
’
said
Little
Dorrit
tremulously
.
‘
I
will
restore
to
you
what
I
have
withheld
from
you
.
Forgive
me
.
Can
you
forgive
me
?
’
‘
I
can
,
and
Heaven
knows
I
do
!
Do
not
kiss
my
dress
and
kneel
to
me
;
you
are
too
old
to
kneel
to
me
;
I
forgive
you
freely
without
that
.
’
‘
I
have
more
yet
to
ask
.
’
