Little Dorrit Vol.1 f.027 recto

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[??????????] would must change in that direction of when it changed at all, would have been its peculiar impression
upon most observers. [?????? as the owner of this face was there] It was dressed and trimmed into no
[????] [????] ceremony of expression. Although not an open face, there was no pretence in it. “I am self-contained and
self-reliant; your opinion is nothing to me; I have no interest in you, care nothing for you, and see
and hear you with indifference’—this it [???? of ???????????] said plainly. It said it [?????] so in the [??? it?]
[???? ????????] proud [?????] eyes, in the lifted nostril, in the handsome but compressed and even cruel mouth. Cover
either two of those channels of expression, and the third would have said so still. Mask them
all, and the mere turn of the head would have shown an unsubduable nature.

Pet had moved up to her (she had been the subject of remark among her family and Mr Clennam, who were now the only other occupants of the room), and was standing at her side.

“Are you’ —she turned her eyes, and Pet faltered—’expecting any one to meet you here, Miss Wade?”

“I? No.”

“Father is sending to the Poste Restante. Shall he have the pleasure of directing the messenger to ask if there are any letters for you?”

“I thank him, but I know there can be none.”

“We are afraid,” said Pet, sitting down beside her, shyly and half tenderly, “that you will feel quite deserted when we are all gone.”

“Indeed!”

“Not,” said Pet, apologetically and embarrassed by her eyes, “not, of course, that we are any company to you, or that we have been able to be so, or that we thought you wished it.”

“I have not intended to make it understood that I did wish it.”

“No. Of course. But—in short,” said Pet, timidly touching her hand as it lay impassive on the sofa between them, “will you not allow Father to tender you any slight assistance or service? He will be very glad.”

“Very glad,” said Mr Meagles, coming forward with his wife and Clennam. “Anything short of speaking the language, I shall be delighted to undertake, I am sure.”

“I am obliged to you,” she returned, “but my arrangements are made, and I prefer to go my own way in my own manner.”

“Do you?” said Mr Meagles to himself, as he surveyed her with a puzzled look. “Well! There’s character in that, too.”

“I am not much used to the society of young ladies, and I am afraid I may not show my appreciation of it as others might. A pleasant journey to you. Good-bye!”

She would not have put out her hand, it seemed, but that Mr Meagles put out his so straight before her that she could not pass it. She put hers in it, and it lay there just as it had lain upon the couch.

“Good-bye!” said Mr Meagles. “This is the last good-bye upon the list, for Mother and I have just said it to Mr Clennam here, and he only waits to say it to Pet. Good-bye! We may never meet again.”

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