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‘
Yes
,
sir
.
’
‘
I
have
heard
tell
,
Tatty
,
that
she
was
once
regularly
called
the
child
of
this
place
.
She
was
born
here
,
and
lived
here
many
years
.
I
can
’
t
breathe
here
.
A
doleful
place
to
be
born
and
bred
in
,
Tattycoram
?
’
‘
Yes
indeed
,
sir
!
’
‘
If
she
had
constantly
thought
of
herself
,
and
settled
with
herself
that
everybody
visited
this
place
upon
her
,
turned
it
against
her
,
and
cast
it
at
her
,
she
would
have
led
an
irritable
and
probably
an
useless
existence
.
Yet
I
have
heard
tell
,
Tattycoram
,
that
her
young
life
has
been
one
of
active
resignation
,
goodness
,
and
noble
service
.
Shall
I
tell
you
what
I
consider
those
eyes
of
hers
,
that
were
here
just
now
,
to
have
always
looked
at
,
to
get
that
expression
?
’
‘
Yes
,
if
you
please
,
sir
.
’
‘
Duty
,
Tattycoram
.
Begin
it
early
,
and
do
it
well
;
and
there
is
no
antecedent
to
it
,
in
any
origin
or
station
,
that
will
tell
against
us
with
the
Almighty
,
or
with
ourselves
.
’
They
remained
at
the
window
,
Mother
joining
them
and
pitying
the
prisoners
,
until
she
was
seen
coming
back
.
She
was
soon
in
the
room
,
and
recommended
that
Arthur
,
whom
she
had
left
calm
and
composed
,
should
not
be
visited
that
night
.
‘
Good
!
’
said
Mr
Meagles
,
cheerily
.
‘
I
have
not
a
doubt
that
’
s
best
.
I
shall
trust
my
remembrances
then
,
my
sweet
nurse
,
in
your
hands
,
and
I
well
know
they
couldn
’
t
be
in
better
.
I
am
off
again
to
-
morrow
morning
.
’
Little
Dorrit
,
surprised
,
asked
him
where
?
