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Updated: June 2, 2025
'It's not for want of looking after jobs, I am sure, said Mrs Plornish, lifting up her eyebrows, and searching for a solution of the problem between the bars of the grate; 'nor yet for want of working at them when they are to be got. No one ever heard my husband complain of work. Somehow or other, this was the general misfortune of Bleeding Heart Yard.
Fanny, my dear, you are acquainted with Mr Clennam. Fanny acknowledged him haughtily; the position she tacitly took up in all such cases being that there was a vast conspiracy to insult the family by not understanding it, or sufficiently deferring to it, and here was one of the conspirators. You know Plornish, I think? I think my daughter Amy has mentioned to me that you know poor Plornish?
In good time, please God. Here Mr Plornish delivered himself of an oration which he invariably made, word for word the same, on all such opportunities. It was couched in the following terms: 'John Edward Nandy. Sir. While there's a ounce of wittles or drink of any sort in this present roof, you're fully welcome to your share on it.
'It's a thing, reiterated Mrs Plornish, 'to be thankful for, indeed, that Miss Dorrit is far away. It's to be hoped she is not likely to hear of it. If she had been here to see it, sir, it's not to be doubted that the sight of you, Mrs Plornish repeated those words 'not to be doubted, that the sight of you in misfortune and trouble, would have been almost too much for her affectionate heart.
'I have seen some one, returned Baptist. 'I have rincontrato him. 'Im? Oo him? asked Mrs Plornish. 'A bad man. A baddest man. I have hoped that I should never see him again. 'Ow you know him bad? asked Mrs Plornish. 'It does not matter, Padrona. I know it too well. ''E see you? asked Mrs Plornish. 'No. I hope not. I believe not.
Mr Plornish, after his usual manner, was a little obscure, but conscientiously emphatic. 'And what she come to our place for, he pursued, 'was to leave word that if Miss Dorrit would step up to that card which it's Mr Casby's house that is, and Pancks he has a office at the back, where he really does, beyond belief she would be glad for to engage her.
Mrs Plornish, now established in the small grocery and general trade in a snug little shop at the crack end of the Yard, at the top of the steps, with her little old father and Maggy acting as assistants, habitually held forth about him over the counter in conversation with her customers.
'I go, consequentementally, it would have given Mrs Plornish great concern if she could have been persuaded that his occasional lengthening of an adverb in this way, was the chief fault of his English, 'first among my countrymen. I ask them what news in Londra, of foreigners arrived. Then I go among the French. Then I go among the Germans. They all tell me.
If he had come from Court on these occasions, nay, if he had been the noble Refrigerator come home triumphantly from a foreign court to be presented and promoted on his last tremendous failure, Mrs Plornish could not have handed him with greater elevation about Bleeding Heart Yard. 'Here's Father, she would say, presenting him to a neighbour. 'Father will soon be home with us for good, now.
'Oh very, very glad, sir! 'Well, we will hope for him at least. You told me last night of a friend you had? His name was Plornish, Little Dorrit said. And where did Plornish live? Plornish lived in Bleeding Heart Yard. He was 'only a plasterer, Little Dorrit said, as a caution to him not to form high social expectations of Plornish.
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