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Updated: June 12, 2025
'From the unhappy suppression of my youngest days, through the rigid and unloving home that followed them, through my departure, my long exile, my return, my mother's welcome, my intercourse with her since, down to the afternoon of this day with poor Flora, said Arthur Clennam, 'what have I found!
'Mrs Clennam has been of great service to me; I don't know what we should have done without the employment she has given me; I am afraid it may not be a good return to become secret with her; I can say no more to-night, sir. I am sure you mean to be kind to us. Thank you, thank you. 'Let me ask you one question before I leave. Have you known my mother long?
'Please, Little Mother, said Maggy, panting for breath, 'you must come down and see him. He's here. 'Who, Maggy? 'Who, o' course Mr Clennam. He's in your father's room, and he says to me, Maggy, will you be so kind and go and say it's only me. 'I am not very well, Maggy. I had better not go. I am going to lie down. See! I lie down now, to ease my head.
The very core of our politics is expressed in the light and easy young Barnacle who told Clennam with a kindly frankness that he, Clennam, would "never go on with it."
So errant had the prisoner's attention already grown in solitude and dejection, and so accustomed had it become to commune with only one silent figure within the ever-frowning walls, that Clennam had to shake off a kind of stupor before he could look at Mr Rugg, recall the thread of his talk, and hurriedly say, 'I am unchanged, and unchangeable, in my decision.
Mr Flintwinch did as he was directed, and Mr Dorrit read it through, as if he had not previously seen it; glad enough of the opportunity of collecting his presence of mind, which the air of the house and of the people in it had a little disturbed. While his eyes were on the paper, he felt that the eyes of Mr Flintwinch and of Mrs Clennam were on him.
Amy opened a drawer in an old piece of furniture that was a chest of drawers above and a bedstead below, and produced two little bundles, which she handed to her brother and sister. 'Mended and made up? Clennam heard the sister ask in a whisper. To which Amy answered 'Yes. He had risen now, and took the opportunity of glancing round the room.
But, why not, why not? When I say to you, Mr Clennam, take care of yourself for some one else's sake, why not be open, though a turnkey? Why did I get you the room which I knew you'd like best? Why did I carry up your things? Not that I found 'em heavy; I don't mention 'em on that accounts; far from it. Why have I cultivated you in the manner I have done since the morning?
There is no merit in being that, said Little Dorrit. 'I am indeed. Mrs Clennam, with a gentleness of which the dreaming Affery had never dreamed her to be capable, drew down the face of her little seamstress, and kissed her on the forehead. 'Now go, Little Dorrit, said she,'or you will be late, poor child!
'Why, bless my heart alive! cried Clennam in amazement. 'What do you mean? 'Wouldn't count five-and-twenty, sir; couldn't be got to do it; stopped at eight, and took herself off. 'Left your house? 'Never to come back, said Mr Meagles, shaking his head. 'You don't know that girl's passionate and proud character.
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