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‘
No
,
sir
.
’
He
felt
,
from
the
tone
in
which
she
spoke
,
that
she
was
glancing
up
at
him
with
those
parted
lips
;
therefore
he
looked
before
him
,
rather
than
make
her
heart
beat
quicker
still
by
embarrassing
her
afresh
.
Thus
they
emerged
upon
the
Iron
Bridge
,
which
was
as
quiet
after
the
roaring
streets
as
though
it
had
been
open
country
.
The
wind
blew
roughly
,
the
wet
squalls
came
rattling
past
them
,
skimming
the
pools
on
the
road
and
pavement
,
and
raining
them
down
into
the
river
.
The
clouds
raced
on
furiously
in
the
lead
-
coloured
sky
,
the
smoke
and
mist
raced
after
them
,
the
dark
tide
ran
fierce
and
strong
in
the
same
direction
.
Little
Dorrit
seemed
the
least
,
the
quietest
,
and
weakest
of
Heaven
’
s
creatures
.
‘
Let
me
put
you
in
a
coach
,
’
said
Clennam
,
very
nearly
adding
‘
my
poor
child
.
’
She
hurriedly
declined
,
saying
that
wet
or
dry
made
little
difference
to
her
;
she
was
used
to
go
about
in
all
weathers
.
He
knew
it
to
be
so
,
and
was
touched
with
more
pity
;
thinking
of
the
slight
figure
at
his
side
,
making
its
nightly
way
through
the
damp
dark
boisterous
streets
to
such
a
place
of
rest
.
‘
You
spoke
so
feelingly
to
me
last
night
,
sir
,
and
I
found
afterwards
that
you
had
been
so
generous
to
my
father
,
that
I
could
not
resist
your
message
,
if
it
was
only
to
thank
you
;
especially
as
I
wished
very
much
to
say
to
you
—
’
she
hesitated
and
trembled
,
and
tears
rose
in
her
eyes
,
but
did
not
fall
.
‘
To
say
to
me
—
?
’
‘
That
I
hope
you
will
not
misunderstand
my
father
.
Don
’
t
judge
him
,
sir
,
as
you
would
judge
others
outside
the
gates
.
He
has
been
there
so
long
!
I
never
saw
him
outside
,
but
I
can
understand
that
he
must
have
grown
different
in
some
things
since
.
’
‘
My
thoughts
will
never
be
unjust
or
harsh
towards
him
,
believe
me
.
’
‘
Not
,
’
she
said
,
with
a
prouder
air
,
as
the
misgiving
evidently
crept
upon
her
that
she
might
seem
to
be
abandoning
him
,
‘
not
that
he
has
anything
to
be
ashamed
of
for
himself
,
or
that
I
have
anything
to
be
ashamed
of
for
him
.
He
only
requires
to
be
understood
.
I
only
ask
for
him
that
his
life
may
be
fairly
remembered
.
All
that
he
said
was
quite
true
.
It
all
happened
just
as
he
related
it
.
He
is
very
much
respected
.
Everybody
who
comes
in
,
is
glad
to
know
him
.
He
is
more
courted
than
anyone
else
.
He
is
far
more
thought
of
than
the
Marshal
is
.
’
