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'Yes, said Bar. 'Has not the bird been whispering in very different ears from ours in lovely ears? He looked expressively at Mrs Merdle's nearest ear-ring. 'Do you mean mine? asked Mrs Merdle. 'When I say lovely, said Bar, 'I always mean you. 'Oh, cruelly unjust! said Bar. 'But, the bird.
He has not been able to get abroad for years. You, Miss Dorrit, I believe have been almost continually abroad for a long time. 'Oh dear yes, drawled Fanny, with the greatest hardihood. 'An immense number of years. 'So I should have inferred, said Mrs Merdle. 'Exactly, said Fanny.
Mr Plornish, who had a small share in a small builder's business in the neighbourhood, said, trowel in hand, on the tops of scaffolds and on the tiles of houses, that people did tell him as Mr Merdle was the one, mind you, to put us all to rights in respects of that which all on us looked to, and to bring us all safe home as much as we needed, mind you, fur toe be brought.
This had come to Bar's knowledge only that day, and it had occurred to him, 'I shall have the honour of dining with my esteemed friend Mr Merdle this evening, and, strictly between ourselves, I will mention the opportunity. Such a purchase would involve not only a great legitimate political influence, but some half-dozen church presentations of considerable annual value.
Speaking as a sufferer by both, I don't know that I wouldn't as soon have the Merdle lot as your lot. You're a driver in disguise, a screwer by deputy, a wringer, and squeezer, and shaver by substitute. You're a philanthropic sneak. 'Ask these good people who's the hard man here. They'll tell you Pancks, I believe. This was confirmed with cries of 'Certainly, and 'Hear!
Mr Merdle, after taking another gaze into the depths of his hat as if he thought he saw something at the bottom, rubbed his hair and slowly appended to his last remark the confirmatory words, 'Oh dear no. No. Not she. Not likely. As the topic seemed exhausted, and Mr Merdle too, Fanny inquired if he were going to take up Mrs Merdle and the carriage in his way home?
I have remarked that Little Dorrit was a reversion to the form of the first books, but not to their spirit; Our Mutual Friend is a reversion to the spirit as well as the form. Compare, for instance, the public figures that make a background in each book. Mr. Merdle is a commercial man having no great connection with the plot; similarly Mr.
And if ever there were an unfeeling handsome chin that looked as if, for certain, it had never been, in familiar parlance, 'chucked' by the hand of man, it was the chin curbed up so tight and close by that laced bridle. 'Mrs Merdle, said Fanny. 'My sister, ma'am. 'I am glad to see your sister, Miss Dorrit. I did not remember that you had a sister. 'I did not mention that I had, said Fanny.
He now put his hat upon another chair beside him, and, looking down into it as if it were some twenty feet deep, said again: 'You see I thought I'd give you a call. 'Flattering to us, said Fanny, 'for you are not a calling man. 'No no, returned Mr Merdle, who was by this time taking himself into custody under both coat-sleeves. 'No, I am not a calling man.
'After a few weeks' stay upon the road. 'She will be a vast loss here, said Mr Dorrit. 'A vast ha acquisition at home. To Fanny, and to hum the rest of the ha great world. Little Dorrit thought of the competition that was to be entered upon, and assented very softly. 'Mrs Merdle is going to have a great farewell Assembly, dear, and a dinner before it.
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