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'It is the first night, said Little Dorrit, 'that I have ever been away from home. And London looks so large, so barren, and so wild. In Little Dorrit's eyes, its vastness under the black sky was awful; a tremor passed over her as she said the words. 'But this is not, she added, with the quiet effort again, 'what I have come to trouble you with, sir.
When the young people arrived last night, I was really surprised to see such charms. Mr Dorrit's gratification was such that he said ha he could not refrain from telling Mr Merdle verbally, as he had already done by letter, what honour and happiness he felt in this union of their families. And he offered his hand.
The Collegians were entertaining a considerable number of visitors that Sunday afternoon, and their Father kept his room for the purpose of receiving presentations. After making the tour of the yard, Little Dorrit's lover with a hurried heart went up-stairs, and knocked with his knuckles at the Father's door. 'Come in, come in! said a gracious voice.
O Mrs General, Mrs General, ask me, her father, what I owe her; and hear my testimony touching the life of this slighted little creature from her childhood up! No such adjuration entered Mr. Dorrit's head. He looked at Mrs General, seated in her usual erect attitude on her coach-box behind the proprieties, and he said in a thoughtful manner, 'True, madam.
Mr Dorrit's speech had had more hesitation in it than usual, as he approached the ticklish topic, for he was not perfectly clear how so exalted a potentate might take it. He had doubts whether reference to any individual capital, or fortune, might not seem a wretchedly retail affair to so wholesale a dealer.
'It's very gratifying, he said, often repeating the remark in the course of the evening. 'Such high company! What was behind Mr Pancks on Little Dorrit's Hand It was at this time that Mr Pancks, in discharge of his compact with Clennam, revealed to him the whole of his gipsy story, and told him Little Dorrit's fortune.
Her sister he considered somewhat vain and proud, but a young lady of infinite accomplishments, who could not forget the past. It was an instinctive testimony to Little Dorrit's worth and difference from all the rest, that the poor young fellow honoured and loved her for being simply what she was.
Arthur Clennam had returned to his mother's house a dark and gloomy place from the Far East. He had noticed that Little Dorrit appeared at eight, and left at eight. She let herself out to do needlework, he was told. What became of her between the two eights was a mystery. It was not easy for Arthur Clennam to make out Little Dorrit's face; she plied her needle in such retired corners.
The changes of a fevered room are slow and fluctuating; but the changes of the fevered world are rapid and irrevocable. It was Little Dorrit's lot to wait upon both kinds of change.
What I said was, that certain questions present themselves; and these are the questions. Little Dorrit's thoughtful eyes met hers, tenderly and quietly. 'Now, my own sweet girl, said Fanny, weighing her bonnet by the strings with considerable impatience, 'it's no use staring. A little owl could stare. I look to you for advice, Amy. What do you advise me to do?
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