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Chapter 31. Spirit

           Iamquitemyselfagain,mylove,quitemyself.Gotoyourroom,Amy,andmakeyourselflookcomfortableandpleasanttoreceiveMrClennam.’

           ‘Iwouldratherstayinmyownroom,Father,’returnedLittleDorrit,findingitmoredifficultthanbeforetoregainhercomposure.‘IwouldfarrathernotseeMrClennam.’

           ‘Oh,fie,fie,mydear,that’sfolly.MrClennamisaverygentlemanlyman—verygentlemanly.Alittlereservedattimes;butIwillsayextremelygentlemanly.Icouldn’tthinkofyournotbeingheretoreceiveMrClennam,mydear,especiallythisafternoon.Sogoandfreshenyourselfup,Amy;goandfreshenyourselfup,likeagoodgirl.’

           Thusdirected,LittleDorritdutifullyroseandobeyed:onlypausingforamomentasshewentoutoftheroom,togivehersisterakissofreconciliation.Uponwhich,thatyounglady,feelingmuchharassedinhermind,andhavingforthetimewornoutthewishwithwhichshegenerallyrelievedit,conceivedandexecutedthebrilliantideaofwishingOldNandydead,ratherthanthatheshouldcomebotheringtherelikeadisgusting,tiresome,wickedwretch,andmakingmischiefbetweentwosisters.

           TheFatheroftheMarshalsea,evenhummingatune,andwearinghisblackvelvetcapalittleononeside,somuchimprovedwerehisspirits,wentdownintotheyard,andfoundhisoldpensionerstandingtherehatinhandjustwithinthegate,ashehadstoodallthistime.‘Come,Nandy!’saidhe,withgreatsuavity.

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