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'But, he said, looking Mr Dorrit in the face for the first time, and immediately afterwards dropping his eyes to the buttons of Mr Dorrit's waistcoat; 'if we speak of attractions, your daughter ought to be the subject of our conversation. She is extremely beautiful. Both in face and figure, she is quite uncommon.
This, however, established a bad precedent, and Maxwell was subsequently obliged to hear a careful synopsis of Little Dorrit, Old Curiosity Shop, and Oliver Twist, in quick succession, followed by the somewhat painful recitation of most of Gray's Elegy in a Country Churchyard for Harrington was now entering the daisied field of poetry.
'You have a packet left with you which you were to give to Arthur, if it was not reclaimed before this place closed to-night. 'Yes. 'I reclaim it. Little Dorrit took it from her bosom, and gave it into her hand, which remained stretched out after receiving it. 'Have you any idea of its contents?
'And what I was going to say, sir, is, said Little Dorrit, trembling more and more, 'that if I knew him, and I might, I would tell him that he can never, never know how I feel his goodness, and how my good father would feel it. And what I was going to say, sir, is, that if I knew him, and I might but I don't know him and I must not I know that!
Being his favourite, besides, and no doubt attached to him, she is all the more likely to yield to his influence. 'I had anticipated your suggestion, madam, said Mr Dorrit, 'but ha was not sure that I might hum not encroach on 'On my province, Mr Dorrit? said Mrs General, graciously. 'Do not mention it.
I gathered that she was his only surviving relation, and had lived with him from her childhood. "You will think," she added, laughing, "that he is the kind of person who is shown by his friends as a wonderful old man, and who turns out to be a person like the patriarch Casby, in Little Dorrit, whose sanctity, like Samson's, depended entirely upon the length of his hair.
The crowd in the street jostling the crowd in his mind, and the two crowds making a confusion, he avoided London Bridge, and turned off in the quieter direction of the Iron Bridge. He had scarcely set foot upon it, when he saw Little Dorrit walking on before him. It was a pleasant day, with a light breeze blowing, and she seemed to have that minute come there for air.
Third bell and one knock. The pupils of Mr Cripples appeared to have been making a copy-book of the street-door, it was so extensively scribbled over in pencil. The frequency of the inscriptions, 'Old Dorrit, and 'Dirty Dick, in combination, suggested intentions of personality on the part Of Mr Cripples's pupils.
He thought of her having been born and bred among these scenes, and shrinking through them now, familiar yet misplaced; he thought of her long acquaintance with the squalid needs of life, and of her innocence; of her solicitude for others, and her few years, and her childish aspect. 'Oh, Maggy, said Little Dorrit, 'what a clumsy child you are!
'Is it possible, sir, said Mr Dorrit, reddening excessively, 'that you have ha had the audacity to place one of my rooms at the disposition of any other person? Thousands of pardons! It was the host's profound misfortune to have been overcome by that too genteel lady. He besought Monseigneur not to enrage himself. He threw himself on Monseigneur for clemency.
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