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supposed hers to be superior. This gave him a little comfort.

ā€œMiss Amy,ā€ he then stammered, ā€œI have had for a long timeā ā€”ages they seem to meā ā€”revolving agesā ā€”a heart-cherished wish to say something to you. May I say it?ā€

Little Dorrit involuntarily started from his side again, with the faintest shadow of her former look; conquering that, she went on at great speed half across the Bridge without replying!

ā€œMay Iā ā€”Miss Amy, I but ask the question humblyā ā€”may I say it? I have been so unlucky already in giving you pain without having any such intentions, before the holy Heavens! that there is no fear of my saying it unless I have your leave. I can be miserable alone, I can be cut up by myself, why should I also make miserable and cut up one that I would fling myself off that parapet to give half a momentā€™s joy to! Not that thatā€™s much to do, for Iā€™d do it for twopence.ā€

The mournfulness of his spirits, and the gorgeousness of his appearance, might have made him ridiculous, but that his delicacy made him respectable. Little Dorrit learnt from it what to do.

ā€œIf you please, John Chivery,ā€ she returned, trembling, but in a quiet way, ā€œsince you are so considerate as to ask me whether you shall say any moreā ā€”if you please, no.ā€

ā€œNever, Miss Amy?ā€

ā€œNo, if you please. Never.ā€

ā€œO Lord!ā€ gasped Young John.

ā€œBut perhaps you will let me, instead, say something to you. I want to say it earnestly, and with as plain a meaning as it is possible to express. When you think of us, Johnā ā€”I mean my brother, and sister, and meā ā€”donā€™t think of us as being any different from the rest; for, whatever we once were (which I hardly know) we ceased to be long ago, and never can be any more. It will be much better for you, and much better for others, if you will do that instead of what you are doing now.ā€

Young John dolefully protested that he would try to bear it in mind, and would be heartily glad to do anything she wished.

ā€œAs to me,ā€ said Little Dorrit, ā€œthink as little of me as you can; the less, the better. When you think of me at all, John, let it only be as the child you have seen grow up in the prison with one set of duties always occupying her; as a weak, retired, contented, unprotected girl. I particularly want you to remember, that when I come outside the gate, I am unprotected and solitary.ā€

He would try to do anything she wished. But why did Miss Amy so much want him to remember that?

ā€œBecause,ā€ returned Little Dorrit, ā€œI know I can then quite trust you not to forget today, and not to say any more to me. You are so generous that I know I can trust to you for that; and I do and I always will. I am going to show you, at once, that I fully trust you. I like this place where we are speaking better than any place I know;ā€ her slight colour had faded, but her lover thought he saw it coming back just then; ā€œand I may be often here. I know it is only necessary for me to tell you so, to be quite sure that you will never come here again in search of me. And I amā ā€”quite sure!ā€

She might rely upon it, said Young John. He was a miserable wretch, but her word was more than a law for him.

ā€œAnd goodbye, John,ā€ said Little Dorrit. ā€œAnd I hope you will have a good wife one day, and be a happy man. I am sure you will deserve to be happy, and you will be, John.ā€

As she held out her hand to him with these words, the heart that was under the waistcoat of sprigsā ā€”mere slop-work, if the truth must be knownā ā€”swelled to the size of the heart of a gentleman; and the poor common little fellow, having no room to hold it, burst into tears.

ā€œOh, donā€™t cry,ā€ said Little Dorrit piteously. ā€œDonā€™t, donā€™t! Goodbye, John. God bless you!ā€

ā€œGoodbye, Miss Amy. Goodbye!ā€

And so he left her: first observing that she sat down on the corner of a seat, and not only rested her little hand upon the rough wall, but laid her face against it too, as if her head were heavy, and her mind were sad.

It was an affecting illustration of the fallacy of human projects, to behold her lover, with the great hat pulled over his eyes, the velvet collar turned up as if it rained, the plum-coloured coat buttoned to conceal the silken waistcoat of golden sprigs, and the little direction-post pointing inexorably home, creeping along by the worst back-streets, and composing, as he went, the following new inscription for a tombstone in St. Georgeā€™s Churchyard:

ā€œHere lie the mortal remains of John Chivery, Never anything worth mentioning, Who died about the end of the year one thousand eight hundred and twenty-six, Of a broken heart, Requesting with his last breath that the word Amy might be inscribed over his ashes, which was accordingly directed to be done, By his afflicted Parents.ā€

XIX The Father of the Marshalsea in Two or Three Relations

The brothers William and Frederick Dorrit, walking up and down the College-yardā ā€”of course on the aristocratic or Pump side, for the Father made it a point of his state to be chary of going among his children on the Poor side, except on Sunday mornings, Christmas Days, and other occasions of ceremony, in the observance whereof he was very punctual, and at which times he laid his hand upon the heads of their infants, and blessed those young insolvents with a benignity that was highly edifyingā ā€”the brothers, walking up and down the College-yard together, were a memorable sight. Frederick the free, was so humbled, bowed, withered, and faded; William the bond, was so courtly, condescending, and benevolently conscious of a position; that in this regard only, if in no

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