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

           

           ‘Andareyounot?’

           ‘Itseemstomehard,’saidLittleDorrit,‘thatheshouldhavelostsomanyyearsandsufferedsomuch,andatlastpayallthedebtsaswell.Itseemstomehardthatheshouldpayinlifeandmoneyboth.’

           ‘Mydearchild—’Clennamwasbeginning.

           ‘Yes,IknowIamwrong,’shepleadedtimidly,‘don’tthinkanyworseofme;ithasgrownupwithmehere.’

           Theprison,whichcouldspoilsomanythings,hadtaintedLittleDorrit’smindnomorethanthis.Engenderedastheconfusionwas,incompassionforthepoorprisoner,herfather,itwasthefirstspeckClennamhadeverseen,itwasthelastspeckClennameversaw,oftheprisonatmosphereuponher.

           Hethoughtthis,andforboretosayanotherword.Withthethought,herpurityandgoodnesscamebeforehimintheirbrightestlight.Thelittlespotmadethemthemorebeautiful.

           Wornoutwithherownemotions,andyieldingtothesilenceoftheroom,herhandslowlyslackenedandfailedinitsfanningmovement,andherheaddroppeddownonthepillowatherfather’sside.Clennamrosesoftly,openedandclosedthedoorwithoutasound,andpassedfromtheprison,carryingthequietwithhimintotheturbulentstreets.

           

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