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Chapter 19. The Storming of the Castle in the Air

           HesaidthatpoorFrederick—hahum—drivelled.Therewasnootherwordtoexpressit;drivelled.Poorfellow!ItwasmelancholytoreflectwhatAmymusthaveundergonefromtheexcessivetediousnessofhisSociety—wanderingandbabblingon,poordearestimablecreature,wanderingandbabblingon—ifithadnotbeenforthereliefshehadhadinMrsGeneral.Extremelysorry,hethenrepeatedwithhisformersatisfaction,thatthat—ha—superiorwomanwaspoorly.

           LittleDorrit,inherwatchfullove,wouldhaverememberedthelightestthinghesaidordidthatnight,thoughshehadhadnosubsequentreasontorecallthatnight.Shealwaysrememberedthat,whenhelookedabouthimunderthestronginfluenceoftheoldassociation,hetriedtokeepitoutofhermind,andperhapsoutofhisowntoo,byimmediatelyexpatiatingonthegreatrichesandgreatcompanythathadencompassedhiminhisabsence,andontheloftypositionheandhisfamilyhadtosustain.Nordidshefailtorecallthatthereweretwounder-currents,sidebyside,pervadingallhisdiscourseandallhismanner;oneshowingherhowwellhehadgotonwithouther,andhowindependenthewasofher;theother,inafitfulandunintelligiblewayalmostcomplainingofher,asifithadbeenpossiblethatshehadneglectedhimwhilehewasaway.

           HistellingherofthegloriousstatethatMrMerdlekept,andofthecourtthatbowedbeforehim,naturallybroughthimtoMrsMerdle.Sonaturallyindeed,thatalthoughtherewasanunusualwantofsequenceinthegreaterpartofhisremarks,hepassedtoheratonce,andaskedhowshewas.

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