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Chapter 35. What was behind Mr Pancks on Little Dorrit’s Hand

           Tellme,MrDorrit,whatsurprisewouldbethemostunlookedforandthemostacceptabletoyou.Donotbeafraidtoimagineit,ortosaywhatitwouldbe.’

           HelookedsteadfastlyatClennam,and,solookingathim,seemedtochangeintoaveryoldhaggardman.Thesunwasbrightuponthewallbeyondthewindow,andonthespikesattop.Heslowlystretchedoutthehandthathadbeenuponhisheart,andpointedatthewall.

           ‘Itisdown,’saidClennam.‘Gone!’

           Heremainedinthesameattitude,lookingsteadfastlyathim.

           ‘Andinitsplace,’saidClennam,slowlyanddistinctly,‘arethemeanstopossessandenjoytheutmostthattheyhavesolongshutout.MrDorrit,thereisnotthesmallestdoubtthatwithinafewdaysyouwillbefree,andhighlyprosperous.Icongratulateyouwithallmysoulonthischangeoffortune,andonthehappyfutureintowhichyouaresoontocarrythetreasureyouhavebeenblestwithhere—thebestofalltherichesyoucanhaveelsewhere—thetreasureatyourside.’

           Withthosewords,hepressedhishandandreleasedit;andhisdaughter,layingherfaceagainsthis,encircledhiminthehourofhisprosperitywithherarms,asshehadinthelongyearsofhisadversityencircledhimwithherloveandtoilandtruth;andpouredoutherfullheartingratitude,hope,joy,blissfulecstasy,andallforhim.

           ‘IshallseehimasIneversawhimyet.Ishallseemydearlove,withthedarkcloudclearedaway.Ishallseehim,asmypoormothersawhimlongago.

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