What I have to pray and entreat of you is, that you will never think

of me as the daughter of a rich person; that you will never think of me

as dressing any better, or living any better, than when you first

knew me. That you will remember me only as the little shabby girl you

protected with so much tenderness, from whose threadbare dress you have

kept away the rain, and whose wet feet you have dried at your fire.

That you will think of me (when you think of me at all), and of my true

affection and devoted gratitude, always without change, as of your poor

child, LITTLE DORRIT.

P.S.--Particularly remember that you are not to be uneasy about Mrs

Gowan. Her words were, 'Very well and very happy.' And she looked most

beautiful.




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