That brought her back. Her eyes were closing, but they opened again.
‘ This is not all the good-fortune. This is not all the wonderful good-fortune, my dear Little Dorrit. Shall I tell you more?’
Her lips shaped ‘Yes.’
‘ Your father will be no beggar when he is free. He will want for nothing. Shall I tell you more? Remember! He knows nothing of it; we must go to him, from here, to tell him of it!’
She seemed to entreat him for a little time. He held her in his arm, and, after a pause, bent down his ear to listen.
‘ Did you ask me to go on?’
‘ Yes.’
‘ He will be a rich man. He is a rich man. A great sum of money is waiting to be paid over to him as his inheritance; you are all henceforth very wealthy. Bravest and best of children, I thank Heaven that you are rewarded!’
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