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‘
Yes
.
It
is
all
gone
.
I
am
very
sorry
for
Fanny
;
very
,
very
,
very
sorry
for
poor
Fanny
.
My
poor
brother
too
!
’
‘
Had
he
property
in
the
same
hands
?
’
‘
Yes
!
And
it
’
s
all
gone
.
—
How
much
do
you
think
my
own
great
fortune
is
?
’
As
Arthur
looked
at
her
inquiringly
,
with
a
new
apprehension
on
him
,
she
withdrew
her
hand
,
and
laid
her
face
down
on
the
spot
where
it
had
rested
.
‘
I
have
nothing
in
the
world
.
I
am
as
poor
as
when
I
lived
here
.
When
papa
came
over
to
England
,
he
confided
everything
he
had
to
the
same
hands
,
and
it
is
all
swept
away
.
O
my
dearest
and
best
,
are
you
quite
sure
you
will
not
share
my
fortune
with
me
now
?
’
Locked
in
his
arms
,
held
to
his
heart
,
with
his
manly
tears
upon
her
own
cheek
,
she
drew
the
slight
hand
round
his
neck
,
and
clasped
it
in
its
fellow
-
hand
.
‘
Never
to
part
,
my
dearest
Arthur
;
never
any
more
,
until
the
last
!
I
never
was
rich
before
,
I
never
was
proud
before
,
I
never
was
happy
before
,
I
am
rich
in
being
taken
by
you
,
I
am
proud
in
having
been
resigned
by
you
,
I
am
happy
in
being
with
you
in
this
prison
,
as
I
should
be
happy
in
coming
back
to
it
with
you
,
if
it
should
be
the
will
of
GOD
,
and
comforting
and
serving
you
with
all
my
love
and
truth
.
I
am
yours
anywhere
,
everywhere
!
I
love
you
dearly
!
I
would
rather
pass
my
life
here
with
you
,
and
go
out
daily
,
working
for
our
bread
,
than
I
would
have
the
greatest
fortune
that
ever
was
told
,
and
be
the
greatest
lady
that
ever
was
honoured
.
O
,
if
poor
papa
may
only
know
how
blest
at
last
my
heart
is
,
in
this
room
where
he
suffered
for
so
many
years
!
’
Maggy
had
of
course
been
staring
from
the
first
,
and
had
of
course
been
crying
her
eyes
out
long
before
this
.
Maggy
was
now
so
overjoyed
that
,
after
hugging
her
little
mother
with
all
her
might
,
she
went
down
-
stairs
like
a
clog
-
hornpipe
to
find
somebody
or
other
to
whom
to
impart
her
gladness
.
Whom
should
Maggy
meet
but
Flora
and
Mr
F
.
‘
s
Aunt
opportunely
coming
in
?
And
whom
else
,
as
a
consequence
of
that
meeting
,
should
Little
Dorrit
find
waiting
for
herself
,
when
,
a
good
two
or
three
hours
afterwards
,
she
went
out
?
Flora
’
s
eyes
were
a
little
red
,
and
she
seemed
rather
out
of
spirits
.
Mr
F
.
‘
s
Aunt
was
so
stiffened
that
she
had
the
appearance
of
being
past
bending
by
any
means
short
of
powerful
mechanical
pressure
.
Her
bonnet
was
cocked
up
behind
in
a
terrific
manner
;
and
her
stony
reticule
was
as
rigid
as
if
it
had
been
petrified
by
the
Gorgon
’
s
head
,
and
had
got
it
at
that
moment
inside
.
With
these
imposing
attributes
,
Mr
F
.
‘
s
Aunt
,
publicly
seated
on
the
steps
of
the
Marshal
’
s
official
residence
,
had
been
for
the
two
or
three
hours
in
question
a
great
boon
to
the
younger
inhabitants
of
the
Borough
,
whose
sallies
of
humour
she
had
considerably
flushed
herself
by
resenting
at
the
point
of
her
umbrella
,
from
time
to
time
.
