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Act I. Scene 4. Antique Antichamber.
(Enter Clennam, followed by Affrey. R.H.)
Clen. Affrey, what girl was that I saw just now, almost hidden
by the dark corner
Affrey. Oh! Little Dorrit. She's nothing, she's a whim of hers.
Clen. I take a great interest in this stranger, and 1 desire to
know who she is.
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Affrey. Well her name is Little Dorrit, she works for your
mother, and besides her consideration money, her daily
contract includes meals. But she's an enigma.
Clen. I must make a few enquiries about her elsewhere, you'll
excuse me, Mrs. Affrey. (Exit L.H.)
Affrey. Well to be sure, only look at that. If he finds out what
I've been months trying to do without effect, 1 shall
say he's a clever one too. (Exit K.H.)
End of Scene.
