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Chapter 18. A Castle in the Air

           Ohdearme!Onlytosay,Sir,thatIhopedyouwaswell,andonlytoaskifMissAmywasWell?’

           ‘What’sthattoyou,sir?’retortedMrDorrit.

           ‘It’snothingtome,sir,byrights.Ineverthoughtoflesseningthedistancebetwixtus,Iamsure.Iknowit’saliberty,sir,butIneverthoughtyou’dhavetakenitill.Uponmywordandhonour,sir,’saidYoungJohn,withemotion,‘inmypoorway,Iamtooproudtohavecome,Iassureyou,ifIhadthoughtso.’

           MrDorritwasashamed.Hewentbacktothewindow,andleanedhisforeheadagainsttheglassforsometime.Whenheturned,hehadhishandkerchiefinhishand,andhehadbeenwipinghiseyeswithit,andhelookedtiredandill.

           ‘YoungJohn,Iamverysorrytohavebeenhastywithyou,but—ha—someremembrancesarenothappyremembrances,and—hum—youshouldn’thavecome.’

           ‘Ifeelthatnow,sir,’returnedJohnChivery;‘butIdidn’tbefore,andHeavenknowsImeantnoharm,sir.’

           ‘No.No,’saidMrDorrit.‘Iam—hum—sureofthat.Ha.Givemeyourhand,YoungJohn,givemeyourhand.’

           YoungJohngaveit;butMrDorrithaddrivenhisheartoutofit,andnothingcouldchangehisfacenow,fromitswhite,shockedlook.

           ‘There!’saidMrDorrit,slowlyshakinghandswithhim.‘Sitdownagain,YoungJohn.’

           ‘Thankyou,sir—butI’dratherstand.’

           MrDorritsatdowninstead.

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