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that she had been innocently the means of exposing me to such treatment! But Ill never tell her! No, good darling, Ill never tell her! This helped Mr Dorrit to break his silence. My dear, said he, Ihaapprove of your resolution. It will beha hummuch better not to speak of this to Amy. It might humit might distress her. Ha. No doubt it would distress her greatly. It is considerate and right to avoid doing so. We will hakeep this to ourselves. But the cruelty of Uncle! cried Miss Fanny. O, I never can forgive the wanton cruelty of Uncle! My dear, said Mr Dorrit, recovering his tone, though he remained unusually pale, I must request you not to say so. You must remember that your uncle ishanot what he formerly was. You must remember that your uncles state requireshumgreat forbearance from us, great forbearance. I am sure, cried Fanny, piteously, it is only charitable to suppose that there Must be something wrong in him somewhere, or he never could have so attacked Me, of all the people in the world. Fanny, returned Mr Dorrit in a deeply fraternal tone, you know, with his innumerable good points, what ahumwreck your uncle is; and I entreat you by the fondness that I have for him, and by the fidelity that you know I have always shown him, tohato draw your own conclusions, and to spare my brotherly feelings. This ended the scene; Edward Dorrit, Esquire, saying nothing throughout, but looking, to the last, perplexed and doubtful. Miss Fanny awakened much affectionate uneasiness in her sisters mind that day by passing the greater part of it in violent fits of embracing her, and in alternately giving her brooches, and wishing herself dead. |
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