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When that was done, a moment's whisper despatched Maggy to despatch somebody else to fill the basket again; which soon came back replenished with new stores, from which a present provision of cooling drink and jelly, and a prospective supply of roast chicken and wine and water, were the first extracts.
Say, with my grateful regard, that you left me so, or I would have come. 'Well, it an't very polite though, Little Mother, said the staring Maggy, 'to turn your face away, neither! Maggy was very susceptible to personal slights, and very ingenious in inventing them. 'Putting both your hands afore your face too! she went on.
Katey and Boody Dedalus shoved in the door of the closesteaming kitchen. Did you put in the books? Boody asked. Maggy at the range rammed down a greyish mass beneath bubbling suds twice with her potstick and wiped her brow. They wouldn't give anything on them, she said. Father Conmee walked through Clongowes fields, his thinsocked ankles tickled by stubble. Where did you try? Boody asked.
Nor, said Little Dorrit, as he softly put her glass towards her, 'nor thirsty. I think Maggy might like something, perhaps. 'We will make her find pockets presently for all there is here, said Clennam: 'but before we awake her, there was a third thing to say. 'Yes. You will not be offended, sir? 'I promise that, unreservedly. 'It will sound strange. I hardly know how to say it.
Jock Macaur driving his sheep to fold in the westering sun wore the look of a man not unpleased with life and at least undisturbed by it. Maggy Macaur doing her housework, churning or clucking to her hens, was peacefully cheerful and seemed to ask no more of life than food and sleep and comfortable work which could be done without haste.
And here is fish and sauce, and crappit-heads I acknowledge our womankind excel in that dish it procures them the pleasure of scolding, for half an hour at least, twice a-week, with auld Maggy Mucklebackit, our fish-wife. The chicken-pie, Mr.
Maggy's pleasure in doing this and her little mother's pleasure in seeing Maggy pleased, was as good a turn as circumstances could have given to the late conversation. 'But the gates will have been locked long ago, said Clennam, suddenly remembering it. 'Where are you going? 'I am going to Maggy's lodging, answered Little Dorrit. 'I shall be quite safe, quite well taken care of.
Jock had heard from a roaming shepherd or so that the world was at war and that lads were being killed in their thousands. One good man had said that the sons of the great gentry were being killed with the rest. Jock did not say that he did not believe it and in fact expressed no opinion at all. If he and Maggy gave credit to the story, they were little disturbed by any sense of its reality.
Have you no secret you could entrust to me, with hope and comfort, if you would! 'Secret? No, I have no secret, said Little Dorrit in some trouble. They had been speaking in low voices; more because it was natural to what they said to adopt that tone, than with any care to reserve it from Maggy at her work. All of a sudden Maggy stared again, and this time spoke: 'I say! Little Mother!
Maggy had of course been staring from the first, and had of course been crying her eyes out long before this. Maggy was now so overjoyed that, after hugging her little mother with all her might, she went down-stairs like a clog-hornpipe to find somebody or other to whom to impart her gladness. Whom should Maggy meet but Flora and Mr F.'s Aunt opportunely coming in?
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