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the　prison's　raggedness。　He　had　heard　the　gates　open；　and　the　badly　shod
feet　that　waited　outside　shuffle　in；　and　the　sweeping；　and　pumping；
and　moving　about；　begin；　which　menced　the　prison　morning。　So　ill　and
faint　that　he　was　obliged　to　rest　many　times　in　the　process　of　getting
himself　washed；　he　had　at　length　crept　to　his　chair　by　the　open　window。
In　it　he　sat　dozing；　while　the　old　woman　who　arranged　his　room　went
through　her　morning's　work。

Light　of　head　with　want　of　sleep　and　want　of　food　（his　appetite；　and
even　his　sense　of　taste；　having　forsaken　him）；　he　had　been　two　or　three
times　conscious；　in　the　night；　of　going　astray。　He　had　heard　fragments
of　tunes　and　songs　in　the　warm　wind；　which　he　knew　had　no　existence。
Now　that　he　began　to　doze　in　exhaustion；　he　heard　them　again；　and　voices
seemed　to　address　him；　and　he　answered；　and　started。

Dozing　and　dreaming；　without　the　power　of　reckoning　time；　so　that
a　minute　might　have　been　an　hour　and　an　hour　a　minute；　some　abiding
impression　of　a　garden　stole　over　him……a　garden　of　flowers；　with　a
damp　warm　wind　gently　stirring　their　scents。　It　required　such　a　painful
effort　to　lift　his　head　for　the　purpose　of　inquiring　into　this；　or
inquiring　into　anything；　that　the　impression　appeared　to　have　bee
quite　an　old　and　importunate　one　when　he　looked　round。　Beside　the
tea…cup　on　his　table　he　saw；　then；　a　blooming　nosegay：　a　wonderful
handful　of　the　choicest　and　most　lovely　flowers。

Nothing　had　ever　appeared　so　beautiful　in　his　sight。　He　took　them　up　and
inhaled　their　fragrance；　and　he　lifted　them　to　his　hot　head；　and　he　put
them　down　and　opened　his　parched　hands　to　them；　as　cold　hands　are　opened
to　receive　the　cheering　of　a　fire。　It　was　not　until　he　had　delighted　in
them　for　some　time；　that　he　wondered　who　had　sent　them；　and　opened　his
door　to　ask　the　woman　who　must　have　put　them　there；　how　they　had　e
into　her　hands。　But　she　was　gone；　and　seemed　to　have　been　long　gone；　for
the　tea　she　had　left　for　him　on　the　table　was　cold。　He　tried　to　drink
some；　but　could　not　bear　the　odour　of　it：　so　he　crept　back　to　his　chair
by　the　open　window；　and　put　the　flowers　on　the　little　round　table　of
old。

When　the　first　faintness　consequent　on　having　moved　about　had　left　him；
he　subsided　into　his　former　state。　One　of　the　night…tunes　was　playing
in　the　wind；　when　the　door　of　his　room　seemed　to　open　to　a　light　touch；
and；　after　a　moment's　pause；　a　quiet　figure　seemed　to　stand　there；　with
a　black　mantle　on　it。　It　seemed　to　draw　the　mantle　off　and　drop　it　on
the　ground；　and　then　it　seemed　to　be　his　Little　Dorrit　in　her　old；　worn
dress。　It　seemed　to　tremble；　and　to　clasp　its　hands；　and　to　smile；　and
to　burst　into　tears。

He　roused　himself；　and　cried　out。　And　then　he　saw；　in　the　loving；
pitying；　sorrowing；　dear　face；　as　in　a　mirror；　how　changed　he　was；　and
she　came　towards　him；　and　with　her　hands　laid　on　his　breast　to　keep　him
in　his　chair；　and　with　her　knees　upon　the　floor　at　his　feet；　and　with
her　lips　raised　up　to　kiss　him；　and　with　her　tears　dropping　on　him　as
the　rain　from　Heaven　had　dropped　upon　the　flowers；　Little　Dorrit；　a
living　presence；　called　him　by　his　name。

'O；　my　best　friend！　Dear　Mr　Clennam；　don't　let　me　see　you　weep！　Unless
you　weep　with　pleasure　to　see　me。　I　hope　you　do。　Your　own　poor　child
e　back！'　So　faithful；　tender；　and　unspoiled　by　Fortune。　In　the　sound
of　her　voice；　in　the　light　of　her　eyes；　in　the　touch　of　her　hands；　so
Angelically　forting　and　true！

As　he　embraced　her；　she　said　to　him；　'They　never　told　me　you　were　ill；'
and　drawing　an　arm　softly　round　his　neck；　laid　his　head　upon　her　bosom；
put　a　hand　upon　his　head；　and　resting　her　cheek　upon　that　hand；　nursed
him　as　lovingly；　and　GOD　knows　as　innocently；　as　she　had　nursed　her
father　in　that　room　when　she　had　been　but　a　baby；　needing　all　the　care
from　others　that　she　took　of　them。

When　he　could　speak；　he　said；　'Is　it　possible　that　you　have　e　to　me？
And　in　this　dress？'

'I　hoped　you　would　like　me　better　in　this　dress　than　any　other。　I　have
always　kept　it　by　me；　to　remind　me：　though　I　wanted　no　reminding。　I　am
not　alone；　you　see。　I　have　brought　an　old　friend　with　me。'

Looking　round；　he　saw　Maggy　in　her　big　cap　which　had　been　long
abandoned；　with　a　basket　on　her　arm　as　in　the　bygone　days；　chuckling
rapturously。

'It　was　only　yesterday　evening　that　I　came　to　London　with　my　brother。
I　sent　round　to　Mrs　Plornish　almost　as　soon　as　we　arrived；　that　I　might
hear　of　you　and　let　you　know　I　had　e。　Then　I　heard　that　you　were
here。　Did　you　happen　to　think　of　me　in　the　night？　I　almost　believe　you
must　have　thought　of　me　a　little。　I　thought　of　you　so　anxiously；　and　it
appeared　so　long　to　morning。'

'I　have　thought　of　you……'　he　hesitated　what　to　call　her。　She　perceived
it　in　an　instant。

'You　have　not　spoken　to　me　by　my　right　name　yet。　You　know　what　my　right
name　always　is　with　you。'

'I　have　thought　of　you；　Little　Dorrit；　every　day；　every　hour；　every
minute；　since　I　have　been　here。'

'Have　you？　Have　you？'

He　saw　the　bright　delight　of　her　face；　and　the　flush　that　kindled　in
it；　with　a　feeling　of　shame。　He；　a　broken；　bankrupt；　sick；　dishonoured
prisoner。

'I　was　here　before　the　gates　were　opened；　but　I　was　afraid　to　e
straight　to　you。　I　should　have　done　you　more　harm　than　good；　at　first；
for　the　prison　was　so　familiar　and　yet　so　strange；　and　it　brought　back
so　many　remembrances　of　my　poor　father；　and　of　you　too；　that　at　first
it　overpowered　me。　But　we　went　to　Mr　Chivery　before　we　came　to　the　gate；
and　he　brought　us　in；　and　got　john's　room　for　us……my　poor　old　room；　you
know……and　we　waited　there　a　little。　I　brought　the　flowers　to　the　door；
but　you　didn't　hear　me。'　She　looked　something　more　womanly　than　when
she　had　gone　away；　and　the　ripening　touch　of　the　Italian　sun　was　visible
upon　her　face。　But；　otherwise；　she　was　quite　unchanged。　The　same　deep；
timid　earnestness　that　he　had　always　seen　in　her；　and　never　without
emotion；　he　saw　still。　If　it　had　a　new　meaning　that　smote　him　to　the
heart；　the　change　was　in　his　perception；　not　in　her。

She　took　off　her　old　bon；　hung　it　in　the　old　place；　and　noiselessly
began；　with　Maggy's　help；　to　make　his　room　as　fresh　and　neat　as　it　could
be　made；　and　to　sprinkle　it　with　a　pleasant…smelling　water。　When　that
was　done；　the　basket；　which　was　filled　with　grapes　and　other　fruit；
was　unpacked；　and　all　its　contents　were　quietly　put　away。　When　that　was
done；　a　moment's　whisper　despatched　Maggy　to　despatch　somebody　else　to
fill　the　basket　again；　which　soon　came　back　replenished　with　new
stores；　from　which　a　present　provision　of　cooling　drink　and　jelly；　and
a　prospective　supply　of　roast　chicken　and　wine　and　water；　were　the　first
extracts。　These　various　arrangements　pleted；　she　took　out　her　old
needle…case　to　make　him　a　curtain　for　his　window；　and　thus；　with　a　quiet
reigning　in　the　room；　that　seemed　to　diffuse　itself　through　the　else
noisy　prison；　he　found　himself　posed　in　his　chair；　with　Little　Dorrit
working　at　his　side。

To　see　the　modest　head　again　bent　down　over　its　task；　and　the　nimble
fingers　busy　at　their　old　work……though　she　was　not　so　absorbed　in　it；
but　that　her　passionate　eyes　were　often　raised　to　his　face；　and；　when
they　drooped　again　had　tears　in　them……to　be　so　consoled　and　forted；
and　to　believe　that　all　the　devotion　of　this　great　nature　was　turned　to
him　in　his　adversity　to　pour　out　its　inexhaustible　wealth　of　goodness
upon　him；　did　not　steady　Clennam's　trembling　voice　or　hand；　or
strengthen　him　in　his　weakness。　Yet　it　inspired　him　with　an　inward
fortitude；　that　rose　with　his　love。　And　how　dearly　he　loved　her　now；
what　words　can　tell！

As　they　sat　side　by　side　in　the　shadow　of　the　wall；　the　shadow　fell　like
light　upon　him。　She　would　not　let　him　speak　much；　and　he　lay　back　in
his　chair；　looking　at　her。　Now　and　again　she　would　rise　and　give　him
the　glass　that　he　might　drink；　or　would　smooth　the　resting…place　of　his
head；　then　she　would　gently　resume　her　seat　by　him；　and　bend　over　her
work　again。

The　shadow　moved　with　the　sun；　but　she　never　moved　from　his　side；　except
to　wait　upon　him。　The　sun　went　down　and　she　was　still　there。　She　had
done　her　work　now；　and　her　hand；　faltering　on　the　arm　of　his　chair　since
its　last　tending　of　him；　was　hesitating　there　yet。　He　laid　his　hand　upon
it；　and　it　clasped　him　with　a　trembling　supplication。

'Dear　Mr　Clennam；　I　must　say　something　to　you　before　I　go。　I　have　put　it
off　from　hour　to　hour；　but　I　must　say　it。'

'I　too；　dear　Little　Dorrit。　I　have　put　off　what　I　must　say。'　She
nervously　moved　her　hand　towards　his　lips　as　if　to　stop　him；　then　it
dropped；　trembling；　into　its　former　place。

'I　am　not　going　abroad　again。　My　brother　is；　but　I　am　not。　He　was　always
attached　to　me；　and　he　is　so　grateful　to　me　now……so　much　too　grateful；
for　it　is　only　because　I　happened　to　be　with　him　in　his　illness……that
he　says　I　shall　be　free　to　stay　where　I　like　best；　and　to　do　what　I　like
best。　He　only　wishes　me　to　be　happy；　he　says。'

There　was　one　bright　star　shining　in　the　sky。　She　looked　up　at　it　While
she　spoke；　as　if　it　were　the　fervent　purpose　of　her　own　heart　shining
above　her。

'You　will　understand；　I　dare　say；　without　my　telling　you；