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Chapter 18. Little Dorrit’s Lover

           

           Totheinexpressibleconsternationofherlover,LittleDorrit,withherhandstoheravertedface,androckingherselfwhereshestoodasifshewereinpain,murmured,‘Ofather,howcanyou!Odear,dearfather,howcanyou,canyou,doit!’

           Thepoorfellowstoodgazingather,overflowingwithsympathy,butnotknowingwhattomakeofthis,until,havingtakenoutherhandkerchiefandputittoherstillavertedface,shehurriedaway.Atfirstheremainedstockstill;thenhurriedafterher.

           ‘MissAmy,pray!Willyouhavethegoodnesstostopamoment?MissAmy,ifitcomestothat,letmego.Ishallgooutofmysenses,ifIhavetothinkthatIhavedrivenyouawaylikethis.’

           HistremblingvoiceandunfeignedearnestnessbroughtLittleDorrittoastop.‘Oh,Idon’tknowwhattodo,’shecried,‘Idon’tknowwhattodo!’

           ToYoungJohn,whohadneverseenherbereftofherquietself-command,whohadseenherfromherinfancyeversoreliableandself-suppressed,therewasashockinherdistress,andinhavingtoassociatehimselfwithitasitscause,thatshookhimfromhisgreathattothepavement.Hefeltitnecessarytoexplainhimself.Hemightbemisunderstood—supposedtomeansomething,ortohavedonesomething,thathadneverenteredintohisimagination.Hebeggedhertohearhimexplainhimself,asthegreatestfavourshecouldshowhim.

           ‘MissAmy,Iknowverywellthatyourfamilyisfarabovemine.Itwerevaintoconcealit.

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