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It was his last de so that he couldn't breathe, he

slowly fell into a sluhts, as he sat in the quiet roo his face Little Dorrit had been thinking too

After softly putting his grey hair aside, and touching his forehead with

her lips, she looked towards Arthur, who came nearer to her, and pursued

in a lohisper the subject of her thoughts

'Mr Clennam, will he pay all his debts before he leaves here?' 'No doubt All' 'All the debts for which he had been ier?' 'No doubt' There was so of uncertainty and re that was not all satisfaction He wondered to detect it, and

said: 'You are glad that he should do so?' 'Are you?' asked Little Dorrit, wistfully 'Aht to be' 'And are you not?'

'It seems to me hard,' said Little Dorrit, 'that he should have lost so

many years and suffered so much, and at last pay all the debts as well

It seems to me hard that he should pay in life and'Yes, I know I a,' she pleaded tirown up with s, had tainted Little

Dorrit's endered as the confusion was, in

compassion for the poor prisoner, her father, it was the first speck

Clennam had ever seen, it was the last speck Clennaht this, and forebore to say another word With the thought, her

purity and goodness caht The little

spot made them theto the silence of the roo movement, and her

head dropped down on the pillow at her father's side Clennam rose

softly, opened and closed the door without a sound, and passed fro the quiet with him into the turbulent streets