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Portrait of Charles Dickens Charles Dickens,  Little Dorrit — Book 1, Chapter 35 (1857)

“ Her lips seemed to repeat ‘Wonderful fortune?’ He repeated it again, aloud.
‘Dear Little Dorrit! Your father.’
The ice of the pale face broke at the word, and little lights and shoots of expression passed all over it. They were all expressions of pain. Her breath was faint and hurried. Her heart beat fast. He would have clasped the little figure closer, but he saw that the eyes appealed to him not to be moved.
‘Your father can be free within this week. He does not know it; we must go to him from here, to tell him of it. Your father will be free within a few days.
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Portrait of Charles Dickens Charles Dickens,  Little Dorrit — Book 1, Chapter 35 (1857)

“ How long do you suppose, sir, that an hour is to a man who is choking for want of air?’
It was his last demonstration for that time; as, after shedding some more tears and querulously complaining that he couldn’t breathe, he slowly fell into a slumber. Clennam had abundant occupation for his thoughts, as he sat in the quiet room watching the father on his bed, and the daughter fanning his face.
Little Dorrit had been thinking too.
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Portrait of Charles Dickens Charles Dickens,  Little Dorrit — Book 1, Chapter 35 (1857)

“ How it had at length become plain to Mr Pancks that he had made a real discovery of the heir-at-law to a great fortune, and that his discovery had but to be ripened to legal fullness and perfection. How he had, thereupon, sworn his landlord, Mr Rugg, to secrecy in a solemn manner, and taken him into Moleing partnership. How they had employed John Chivery as their sole clerk and agent, seeing to whom he was devoted. And how, until the present hour, when authorities mighty in the Bank and learned in the law declared their successful labours ended, they had confided in no other human being. ”
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