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Chapter 9. Little Mother

           

           ‘Whatdidyouthinkofmybrother,sir?’heasked,whenheby-and-bydiscoveredwhathewasdoing,leftoff,reachedovertothechimney-piece,andtookhisclarionetcasedown.

           ‘Iwasglad,’saidArthur,verymuchataloss,forhisthoughtswereonthebrotherbeforehim;‘tofindhimsowellandcheerful.’

           ‘Ha!’mutteredtheoldman,‘yes,yes,yes,yes,yes!’

           Arthurwonderedwhathecouldpossiblywantwiththeclarionetcase.Hedidnotwantitatall.Hediscovered,induetime,thatitwasnotthelittlepaperofsnuff(whichwasalsoonthechimney-piece),putitbackagain,tookdownthesnuffinstead,andsolacedhimselfwithapinch.Hewasasfeeble,spare,andslowinhispinchesasineverythingelse,butacertainlittletricklingofenjoymentofthemplayedinthepoorwornnervesaboutthecornersofhiseyesandmouth.

           ‘Amy,MrClennam.Whatdoyouthinkofher?’

           ‘Iammuchimpressed,MrDorrit,byallthatIhaveseenofherandthoughtofher.’

           ‘MybrotherwouldhavebeenquitelostwithoutAmy,’hereturned.‘WeshouldallhavebeenlostwithoutAmy.Sheisaverygoodgirl,Amy.Shedoesherduty.’

           Arthurfanciedthatheheardinthesepraisesacertaintoneofcustom,whichhehadheardfromthefatherlastnightwithaninwardprotestandfeelingofantagonism.Itwasnotthattheystintedherpraises,orwereinsensibletowhatshedidforthem;butthattheywerelazilyhabituatedtoher,astheyweretoalltherestoftheircondition.

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