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‘
I
asked
her
to
do
it
.
I
have
taken
such
an
odd
fancy
.
I
want
you
to
burn
something
for
me
.
’
‘
What
?
’
‘
Only
this
folded
paper
.
If
you
will
put
it
in
the
fire
with
your
own
hand
,
just
as
it
is
,
my
fancy
will
be
gratified
.
’
‘
Superstitious
,
darling
Little
Dorrit
?
Is
it
a
charm
?
’
‘
It
is
anything
you
like
best
,
my
own
,
’
she
answered
,
laughing
with
glistening
eyes
and
standing
on
tiptoe
to
kiss
him
,
‘
if
you
will
only
humour
me
when
the
fire
burns
up
.
’
So
they
stood
before
the
fire
,
waiting
:
Clennam
with
his
arm
about
her
waist
,
and
the
fire
shining
,
as
fire
in
that
same
place
had
often
shone
,
in
Little
Dorrit
’
s
eyes
.
‘
Is
it
bright
enough
now
?
’
said
Arthur
.
‘
Quite
bright
enough
now
,
’
said
Little
Dorrit
.
‘
Does
the
charm
want
any
words
to
be
said
?
’
asked
Arthur
,
as
he
held
the
paper
over
the
flame
.
‘
You
can
say
(
if
you
don
’
t
mind
)
“
I
love
you
!
”
’
answered
Little
Dorrit
.
So
he
said
it
,
and
the
paper
burned
away
.
They
passed
very
quietly
along
the
yard
;
for
no
one
was
there
,
though
many
heads
were
stealthily
peeping
from
the
windows
.
Only
one
face
,
familiar
of
old
,
was
in
the
Lodge
.
When
they
had
both
accosted
it
,
and
spoken
many
kind
words
,
Little
Dorrit
turned
back
one
last
time
with
her
hand
stretched
out
,
saying
,
‘
Good
-
bye
,
good
John
!
I
hope
you
will
live
very
happy
,
dear
!
’
Then
they
went
up
the
steps
of
the
neighbouring
Saint
George
’
s
Church
,
and
went
up
to
the
altar
,
where
Daniel
Doyce
was
waiting
in
his
paternal
character
.
And
there
was
Little
Dorrit
’
s
old
friend
who
had
given
her
the
Burial
Register
for
a
pillow
;
full
of
admiration
that
she
should
come
back
to
them
to
be
married
,
after
all
.
And
they
were
married
with
the
sun
shining
on
them
through
the
painted
figure
of
Our
Saviour
on
the
window
.
