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Chapter 18. Little Dorrit’s Lover

           

           ‘Sosoon?Goodday,YoungJohn.Nay,nay,’withtheutmostcondescension,‘nevermindyourglove,John.Shakehandswithiton.Youarenostrangerhere,youknow.’

           Highlygratifiedbythekindnessofhisreception,YoungJohndescendedthestaircase.OnhiswaydownhemetsomeCollegiansbringingupvisitorstobepresented,andatthatmomentMrDorrithappenedtocalloverthebanisterswithparticulardistinctness,‘Muchobligedtoyouforyourlittletestimonial,John!’

           LittleDorrit’sloververysoonlaiddownhispennyonthetollplateoftheIronBridge,andcameuponitlookingabouthimforthewell-knownandwell-belovedfigure.Atfirsthefearedshewasnotthere;butashewalkedontowardstheMiddlesexside,hesawherstandingstill,lookingatthewater.Shewasabsorbedinthought,andhewonderedwhatshemightbethinkingabout.Therewerethepilesofcityroofsandchimneys,morefreefromsmokethanonweek-days;andtherewerethedistantmastsandsteeples.Perhapsshewasthinkingaboutthem.

           LittleDorritmusedsolong,andwassoentirelypreoccupied,thatalthoughherloverstoodquietforwhathethoughtwasalongtime,andtwiceorthriceretiredandcamebackagaintotheformerspot,stillshedidnotmove.So,intheend,hemadeuphismindtogoon,andseemtocomeuponhercasuallyinpassing,andspeaktoher.Theplacewasquiet,andnoworneverwasthetimetospeaktoher.

           Hewalkedon,andshedidnotappeartohearhisstepsuntilhewascloseuponher.

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