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Chapter 24. Fortune-Telling

           

           LittleDorrit,herfaceverypale,satdownagaintolisten.‘Hadn’tIbetterworkthewhile?’sheasked.‘Icanworkandattendtoo.Iwouldrather,ifImay.’

           Herearnestnesswassoexpressiveofherbeinguneasywithoutherwork,thatFloraanswered,‘Wellmydearwhateveryoulikebest,’andproducedabasketofwhitehandkerchiefs.LittleDorritgladlyputitbyherside,tookoutherlittlepocket-housewife,threadedtheneedle,andbegantohem.

           ‘Whatnimblefingersyouhave,’saidFlora,‘butareyousureyouarewell?’

           ‘Ohyes,indeed!’

           Floraputherfeetuponthefender,andsettledherselfforathoroughgoodromanticdisclosure.Shestartedoffatscore,tossingherhead,sighinginthemostdemonstrativemanner,makingagreatdealofuseofhereyebrows,andoccasionally,butnotoften,glancingatthequietfacethatbentoverthework.

           ‘Youmustknowmydear,’saidFlora,‘butthatIhavenodoubtyouknowalreadynotonlybecauseIhavealreadythrownitoutinageneralwaybutbecauseIfeelIcarryitstampedinburningwhat’shisnamesuponmybrowthatbeforeIwasintroducedtothelateMrF.IhadbeenengagedtoArthurClennam—MrClennaminpublicwherereserveisnecessaryArthurhere—wewereallinalltooneanotheritwasthemorningoflifeitwasblissitwasfrenzyitwaseverythingelseofthatsortinthehighestdegree,whenrentasunderweturnedtostoneinwhichcapacityArthurwenttoChinaandIbecamethestatuebrideofthelateMrF.’

           Flora,utteringthesewordsinadeepvoice,enjoyedherselfimmensely.

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