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They might have chosen broken English of other sorts that, for example, which was once thought amusing in farce, as spoken by the Frenchman conceived by the Englishman a complication of humour fictitious enough, one might think, to please anyone; or else a fragment of negro dialect; or the style of telegrams; or the masterly adaptation of the simple savage's English devised by Mrs Plornish in her intercourse with the Italian.
Say, at my proprietor's I hear name name of young person Mr Clennam wants to serve. Say, name first mentioned to my proprietor by Plornish in the Yard. Say, I go to Plornish. Say, I ask Plornish as a matter of business for information. Say, Plornish, though six weeks in arrear to my proprietor, declines. Say, Mrs Plornish declines. Say, both refer to Mr Clennam. Put the case. 'Well?
It's a sort of a general kind of expression, sir, said Mrs Plornish. 'Is it? said Pancks. 'Why, then Altro to you, old chap. Good afternoon. Altro! Mr Baptist in his vivacious way repeating the word several times, Mr Pancks in his duller way gave it him back once.
I wish I knew but it is best for no one to write to me how Mr and Mrs Plornish prosper in the business which my dear father bought for them, and that old Mr Nandy lives happily with them and his two grandchildren, and sings all his songs over and over again.
Mrs Plornish, who was always in mortal terror of mentioning pecuniary affairs before the old gentleman, lest any disclosure she made might rouse his spirit and induce him to run away to the workhouse, was thus left free to be confidential with Mr Pancks. 'It's quite true that the business is very steady indeed, said Mrs Plornish, lowering her voice; 'and has a excellent connection.
Her answer was, 'I am going straight home, and if he will come with me I shall be so glad to take care of him so glad, said Little Dorrit, always thoughtful of the feelings of the weak, 'of his company. 'There, Father! cried Mrs Plornish. 'Ain't you a gay young man to be going for a walk along with Miss Dorrit!
That high old family, the Barnacles, had long been too busy with their great principle to look into the matter; and indeed the matter had nothing to do with their watchfulness in out-generalling all other high old families except the Stiltstalkings. While Mrs Plornish spoke in these words of her absent lord, her lord returned. A smooth-cheeked, fresh-coloured, sandy-whiskered man of thirty.
Clennam returned, with an uncomfortable feeling in so very slight a courtesy being unusual, Was that all! And stooping down to pinch the cheek of another young child who was sitting on the floor, staring at him, asked Mrs Plornish how old that fine boy was? 'Four year just turned, sir, said Mrs Plornish. 'He IS a fine little fellow, ain't he, sir?
Looking round, he saw Maggy in her big cap which had been long abandoned, with a basket on her arm as in the bygone days, chuckling rapturously. 'It was only yesterday evening that I came to London with my brother. I sent round to Mrs Plornish almost as soon as we arrived, that I might hear of you and let you know I had come. Then I heard that you were here.
A willing, working, soft hearted, not hard-headed fellow, Plornish took his fortune as smoothly as could be expected; but it was a rough one. It so rarely happened that anybody seemed to want him, it was such an exceptional case when his powers were in any request, that his misty mind could not make out how it happened.
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