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With this, she bounced across to the opposite pavement. The old disgrace, who had been deferentially bowing a pace or two off (for Little Dorrit had let his arm go in her wonder, when Fanny began), and who had been hustled and cursed by impatient passengers for stopping the way, rejoined his companion, rather giddy, and said, I hope nothings wrong with your honoured father, Miss? I hope theres nothing the matter in the honoured family? No, no, returned Little Dorrit. No, thank you. Give me your arm again, Mr Nandy. We shall soon be there now. So she talked to him as she had talked before, and they came to the Lodge and found Mr Chivery on the lock, and went in. Now, it happened that the Father of the Marshalsea was sauntering towards the Lodge at the moment when they were coming out of it, entering the prison arm in arm. As the spectacle of their approach met his view, he displayed the utmost agitation and despondency of mind; andaltogether regardless of Old Nandy, who, making his reverence, stood with his hat in his hand, as he always did in that gracious presenceturned about, and hurried in at his own doorway and up the staircase. Leaving the old unfortunate, whom in an evil hour she had taken under her protection, with a hurried promise to return to him directly, Little Dorrit hastened after her father, and, on the staircase, found Fanny following her, and flouncing up with offended dignity. The three came into the room almost together; and the Father sat down in his chair, buried his face in his hands, and uttered a groan. Of course, said Fanny. Very proper. Poor, afflicted Pa! Now, I hope you believe me, Miss? What is it, father? cried Little Dorrit, bending over him. Have I made you unhappy, father? Not I, I hope! You hope, indeed! I dare say! Oh, youFanny paused for a sufficiently strong expressionyou Common- minded little Amy! You complete prison-child! He stopped these angry reproaches with a wave of his hand, and sobbed out, raising his face and shaking his melancholy head at his younger daughter, Amy, I know that you are innocent in intention. But you have cut me to the soul. Innocent in intention! the implacable Fanny struck in. Stuff in intention! Low in intention! Lowering of the family in intention! Father! cried Little Dorrit, pale and trembling. I am very sorry. Pray forgive me. Tell me how it is, that I may not do it again! How it is, you prevaricating little piece of goods! cried Fanny. You know how it is. I have told you already, so dont fly in the face of Providence by attempting to deny it! Hush! Amy, said the father, passing his pocket-handkerchief several times across his face, and then grasping it convulsively in the hand that dropped across his knee, I have done what I could to keep you select here; I have done what I could to retain you a position here. I may have succeeded; I may not. You may know it; you may not. I give no opinion. I have endured everything here but humiliation. That I have happily been spareduntil this day. Here his convulsive grasp unclosed itself, and he put his pocket- handkerchief to his eyes again. Little Dorrit, on the ground beside him, with her imploring hand upon his arm, watched him remorsefully. Coming out of his fit of grief, he clenched his pocket-handkerchief once more. Humiliation I have happily been spared until this day. Through all my troubles there has been thatSpirit in myself, and that that submission to it, if I may use the term, in those about me, which has spared mehahumiliation. But this day, this minute, I have keenly felt it. |
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