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Updated: June 8, 2025
The Courier, with agitation in his voice, announced 'Miss Mairdale! Mr Dorrit's overwrought heart bounded as he leaped up. 'Mr Merdle, this is ha indeed an honour. Permit me to express the hum sense, the high sense, I entertain of this ha hum highly gratifying act of attention.
New zig-zags sprung into the cruel pattern sometimes, when she saw it through a burst of tears; but beautified or hardened still, always over it and under it and through it, she was fain to look in her solitude, seeing everything with that ineffaceable brand. A garret, and a Marshalsea garret without compromise, was Little Dorrit's room.
To all this, Mr Pancks, snorting and blowing in a more and more portentous manner as he became more interested, listened with great attention; appearing to derive the most agreeable sensations from the painfullest parts of the narrative, and particularly to be quite charmed by the account of William Dorrit's long imprisonment. 'In conclusion, Mr Pancks, said Arthur, 'I have but to say this.
Arthur read, in Little Dorrit's downcast eyes, to whom she foresaw that the letters were addressed. 'I'm a going So and So. There! That's where I am a going to, said Maggy. 'I'm a going So and So. It ain't you, Little Mother, that's got anything to do with it it's you, you know, said Maggy, addressing Arthur. 'You'd better come, So and So, and let me take and give 'em to you.
"Here, put me aboard that dry dock, will you? Hustle! the thing's gathering way!" "A little late," observed a voice at the newcomer's elbow. "Yes, I hung around London Tower trying to see the crown jewels, then I broke for St. Paul's for a glimpse of Nelson's Monument, then I ran down to Marshalsea, where Little Dorrit's father make haste there, you slowpoke water-rat!
Frederick the free, was so humbled, bowed, withered, and faded; William the bond, was so courtly, condescending, and benevolently conscious of a position; that in this regard only, if in no other, the brothers were a spectacle to wonder at. They walked up and down the yard on the evening of Little Dorrit's Sunday interview with her lover on the Iron Bridge.
And there was Little Dorrit's old friend who had given her the Burial Register for a pillow; full of admiration that she should come back to them to be married, after all. And they were married with the sun shining on them through the painted figure of Our Saviour on the window. And they went into the very room where Little Dorrit had slumbered after her party, to sign the Marriage Register.
I thought the time had now arrived for making my little peace-offering; and yet, I felt as shy and nervous about it as did poor "Young John," the gaoler's son of the Marshalsea, when he went to call on Little Dorrit's father in the grand Bond Street hotel, and drew his humble present of a bundle of cigars from his coat-pocket.
There was a formation of surface going on around her on an amazing scale, and it had not a flaw of courage or honest free speech in it. Another modification of Prunes and Prism insinuated itself on Little Dorrit's notice very shortly after their arrival.
Little Dorrit's interest in the fair subject of this easily accepted belief was too earnest and watchful to fail in accurate observation. She could see that it had its part in throwing upon Mrs Gowan the touch of a shadow under which she lived, and she even had an instinctive knowledge that there was not the least truth in it.
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