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She
looked
embarrassed
,
but
said
,
if
he
pleased
.
He
made
a
pretence
of
having
mislaid
his
walking
-
stick
,
to
give
her
time
to
set
the
bedstead
right
,
to
answer
her
sister
’
s
impatient
knock
at
the
wall
,
and
to
say
a
word
softly
to
her
uncle
.
Then
he
found
it
,
and
they
went
down
-
stairs
;
she
first
,
he
following
;
the
uncle
standing
at
the
stair
-
head
,
and
probably
forgetting
them
before
they
had
reached
the
ground
floor
.
Mr
Cripples
’
s
pupils
,
who
were
by
this
time
coming
to
school
,
desisted
from
their
morning
recreation
of
cuffing
one
another
with
bags
and
books
,
to
stare
with
all
the
eyes
they
had
at
a
stranger
who
had
been
to
see
Dirty
Dick
.
They
bore
the
trying
spectacle
in
silence
,
until
the
mysterious
visitor
was
at
a
safe
distance
;
when
they
burst
into
pebbles
and
yells
,
and
likewise
into
reviling
dances
,
and
in
all
respects
buried
the
pipe
of
peace
with
so
many
savage
ceremonies
,
that
,
if
Mr
Cripples
had
been
the
chief
of
the
Cripplewayboo
tribe
with
his
war
-
paint
on
,
they
could
scarcely
have
done
greater
justice
to
their
education
.
In
the
midst
of
this
homage
,
Mr
Arthur
Clennam
offered
his
arm
to
Little
Dorrit
,
and
Little
Dorrit
took
it
.
‘
Will
you
go
by
the
Iron
Bridge
,
’
said
he
,
‘
where
there
is
an
escape
from
the
noise
of
the
street
?
’
Little
Dorrit
answered
,
if
he
pleased
,
and
presently
ventured
to
hope
that
he
would
‘
not
mind
’
Mr
Cripples
’
s
boys
,
for
she
had
herself
received
her
education
,
such
as
it
was
,
in
Mr
Cripples
’
s
evening
academy
.
He
returned
,
with
the
best
will
in
the
world
,
that
Mr
Cripples
’
s
boys
were
forgiven
out
of
the
bottom
of
his
soul
.
Thus
did
Cripples
unconsciously
become
a
master
of
the
ceremonies
between
them
,
and
bring
them
more
naturally
together
than
Beau
Nash
might
have
done
if
they
had
lived
in
his
golden
days
,
and
he
had
alighted
from
his
coach
and
six
for
the
purpose
.
The
morning
remained
squally
,
and
the
streets
were
miserably
muddy
,
but
no
rain
fell
as
they
walked
towards
the
Iron
Bridge
.
The
little
creature
seemed
so
young
in
his
eyes
,
that
there
were
moments
when
he
found
himself
thinking
of
her
,
if
not
speaking
to
her
,
as
if
she
were
a
child
.
Perhaps
he
seemed
as
old
in
her
eyes
as
she
seemed
young
in
his
.
‘
I
am
sorry
to
hear
you
were
so
inconvenienced
last
night
,
sir
,
as
to
be
locked
in
.
It
was
very
unfortunate
.
’
It
was
nothing
,
he
returned
.
He
had
had
a
very
good
bed
.
‘
Oh
yes
!
’
she
said
quickly
;
‘
she
believed
there
were
excellent
beds
at
the
coffee
-
house
.
’
He
noticed
that
the
coffee
-
house
was
quite
a
majestic
hotel
to
her
,
and
that
she
treasured
its
reputation
.
‘
I
believe
it
is
very
expensive
,
’
said
Little
Dorrit
,
‘
but
my
father
has
told
me
that
quite
beautiful
dinners
may
be
got
there
.
And
wine
,
’
she
added
timidly
.
