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
come 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 comforting 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 come 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 come. 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 come
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