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LITTLE DORRIT
By Charles Dickens



CONTENTS


     Preface to the 1857 Edition


     BOOK THE FIRST: POVERTY
     1。  Sun and Shadow
     2。  Fellow Travellers
     3。  Home
     4。  Mrs Flintwinch has a Dream
     5。  Family Affairs
     6。  The Father of the Marshalsea
     7。  The Child of the Marshalsea
     8。  The Lock
     9。  little Mother
     10。  Containing the whole Science of Government
     11。  Let Loose
     12。  Bleeding Heart Yard
     13。  Patriarchal
     14。  Little Dorrit's Party
     15。  Mrs Flintwinch has another Dream
     16。  Nobody's Weakness
     17。  Nobody's Rival
     18。  Little Dorrit's Lover
     19。  The Father of the Marshalsea in two or three Relations
     20。  Moving in Society
     21。  Mr Merdle's plaint
     22。  A Puzzle
     23。  Machinery in Motion
     24。  Fortune…Telling
     25。  Conspirators and Others
     26。  Nobody's State of Mind
     27。  Five…and…Twenty
     28。  Nobody's Disappearance
     29。  Mrs Flintwinch goes on Dreaming
     30。  The Word of a Gentleman
     31。  Spirit
     32。  More Fortune…Telling
     33。  Mrs Merdle's plaint
     34。  A Shoal of Barnacles
     35。  What was behind Mr Pancks on Little Dorrit's Hand
     36。  The Marshalsea bees an Orphan



     BOOK THE SECOND: RICHES

     1。  Fellow Travellers
     2。  Mrs General
     3。  On the Road
     4。  A Letter from Little Dorrit
     5。  Something Wrong Somewhere
     6。  Something Right Somewhere
     7。  Mostly; Prunes and Prism
     8。  The Dowager Mrs Gowan is reminded that 'It Never Does'
     9。  Appearance and Disappearance
     10。  The Dreams of Mrs Flintwinch thicken
     11。  A Letter from Little Dorrit
     12。  In which a Great Patriotic Conference is holden
     13。  The Progress of an Epidemic
     14。  Taking Advice
     15。  No just Cause or Impediment why these Two Persons should
          not be joined together
     16。  Getting on
     17。  Missing
     18。  A Castle in the Air
     19。  The Storming of the Castle in the Air
     20。  Introduces the next
     21。  The History of a Self…Tormentor
     22。  Who Passes by this Road so late?
     23。  Mistress Affery makes a Conditional Promise; respecting her
          Dreams
     24。  The Evening of a Long Day
     25。  The Chief Butler Resigns the Seals of Office
     26。  Reaping the Whirlwind
     27。  The Pupil of the Marshalsea
     28。  An Appearance in the Marshalsea
     29。  A Plea in the Marshalsea
     30。  Closing in
     31。  Closed
     32。  Going
     33。  Going!
     34。  Gone




PREFACE TO THE 1857 EDITION


I have been occupied with this story; during many working hours of two
years。 I must have been very ill employed; if I could not leave its
merits and demerits as a whole; to express themselves on its being read
as a whole。 But; as it is not unreasonable to suppose that I may have
held its threads with a more continuous attention than anyone else can
have given them during its desultory publication; it is not unreasonable
to ask that the weaving may be looked at in its pleted state; and
with the pattern finished。

If I might offer any apology for so exaggerated a fiction as the
Barnacles and the Circumlocution Office; I would seek it in the
mon experience of an Englishman; without presuming to mention the
unimportant fact of my having done that violence to good manners; in the
days of a Russian war; and of a Court of Inquiry at Chelsea。 If I might
make so bold as to defend that extravagant conception; Mr Merdle; I
would hint that it originated after the Railroad…share epoch; in the
times of a certain Irish bank; and of one or two other equally
laudable enterprises。 If I were to plead anything in mitigation of the
preposterous fancy that a bad design will sometimes claim to be a good
and an expressly religious design; it would be the curious coincidence
that it has been brought to its climax in these pages; in the days of
the public examination of late Directors of a Royal British Bank。 But;
I submit myself to suffer judgment to go by default on all these counts;
if need be; and to accept the assurance (on good authority) that nothing
like them was ever known in this land。 Some of my readers may have an
interest in being informed whether or no any portions of the Marshalsea
Prison are yet standing。 I did not know; myself; until the sixth of this
present month; when I went to look。 I found the outer front courtyard;
often mentioned here; metamorphosed into a butter shop; and I then
almost gave up every brick of the jail for lost。 Wandering; however;
down a certain adjacent 'Angel Court; leading to Bermondsey'; I came to
'Marshalsea Place:' the houses in which I recognised; not only as the
great block of the former prison; but as preserving the rooms that arose
in my mind's…eye when I became Little Dorrit's biographer。 The smallest
boy I ever conversed with; carrying the largest baby I ever saw; offered
a supernaturally intelligent explanation of the locality in its old
uses; and was very nearly correct。 How this young Newton (for such I
judge him to be) came by his information; I don't know; he was a quarter
of a century too young to know anything about it of himself。 I pointed
to the window of the room where Little Dorrit was born; and where her
father lived so long; and asked him what was the name of the lodger who
tenanted that apartment at present? He said; 'Tom Pythick。' I asked him
who was Tom Pythick? and he said; 'Joe Pythick's uncle。'

A little further on; I found the older and smaller wall; which used
to enclose the pent…up inner prison where nobody was put; except for
ceremony。 But; whosoever goes into Marshalsea Place; turning out of
Angel Court; leading to Bermondsey; will find his feet on the very
paving…stones of the extinct Marshalsea jail; will see its narrow yard
to the right and to the left; very little altered if at all; except that
the walls were lowered when the place got free; will look upon rooms
in which the debtors lived; and will stand among the crowding ghosts of
many miserable years。

In the Preface to Bleak House I remarked that I had never had so many
readers。 In the Preface to its next successor; Little Dorrit; I have
still to repeat the same words。 Deeply sensible of the affection and
confidence that have grown up between us; I add to this Preface; as I
added to that; May we meet again!

London May 1857




BOOK THE FIRST: POVERTY



CHAPTER 1。 Sun and Shadow


Thirty years ago; Marseilles lay burning in the sun; one day。

A blazing sun upon a fierce August day was no greater rarity in southern
France then; than at any other time; before or since。 Everything in
Marseilles; and about Marseilles; had stared at the fervid sky; and been
stared at in return; until a staring habit had bee universal there。
Strangers were stared out of countenance by staring white houses;
staring white walls; staring white streets; staring tracts of arid road;
staring hills from which verdure was burnt away。 The only things to be
seen not fixedly staring and glaring were the vines drooping under their
load of grapes。 These did occasionally wink a little; as the hot air
barely moved their faint leaves。

There was no wind to make a ripple on the foul water within the harbour;
or on the beautiful sea without。 The line of demarcation between the two
colours; black and blue; showed the point which the pure sea would not
pass; but it lay as quiet as the abominable pool; with which it never
mixed。 Boats without awnings were too hot to touch; ships blistered at
their moorings; the stones of the quays had not cooled; night or
day; for months。 Hindoos; Russians; Chinese; Spaniards; Portuguese;
Englishmen; Frenchmen; Genoese; Neapolitans; Veians; Greeks; Turks;
descendants from all the builders of Babel; e to trade at Marseilles;
sought the shade alike……taking refuge in any hiding…place from a sea too
intensely blue to be looked at; and a sky of purple; set with one great
flaming jewel of fire。

The universal stare made the eyes ache。 Towards the distant line of
Italian coast; indeed; it was a little relieved by light clouds of mist;
slowly rising from the evaporation of the sea; but it softened nowhere
else。 Far away the staring roads; deep in dust; stared from the
hill…side; stared from the hollow; stared from the interminable
plain。 Far away the dusty vines overhanging wayside cottages; and the
monotonous wayside avenues of parched trees without shade; drooped
beneath the stare of earth and sky。 So did the horses with drowsy bells;
in long files of carts; creeping slowly towards the interior; so did
their recumbent drivers; when they were awake; which rarely happened;
so did the exhausted labourers in the fields。 Everything that lived or
grew; was oppressed by the glare; except the lizard; passing swiftly
over rough stone walls; and the cicala; chirping his dry hot chirp; like
a rattle。 The very dust was scorched brown; and something quivered in
the atmosphere as if the air itself were panting。

Blinds; shutters; curtains; awnings; were all closed and drawn to keep
out the stare。 Grant it but a chink or keyhole; and it shot in like a
white…hot arrow。 The churches were the freest from it。 To e out of
the twilight of pillars and arches……dreamily dotted with winking lamps;
dreamily peopled with ugly old shadows piously dozing; spitting; and
begging……was to plunge into a fiery river; and swim for life to the
nearest strip of shade。 So; with people lounging and lying wherever
shade was; with but little hum of tongues or barking of dogs; with
occasional jangling of discordant church bells and rattling of vicious
drums; Marseilles; a fact to be strongly smelt and tasted; lay broiling
in the sun one day。 In Marseilles that day there was a villainous
prison。 In one of its chambers; so repulsive a place that even the
obtrusive stare blinked at it; and left it to such refuse of reflected
light as it could find for itself; were two men。 Besides the two men;
a notched and disfigured bench; immovable from the wall; with a
draught…board rudely hacked upon it with a knife; a set of draughts;
made of old buttons and soup bones; a set of dominoes; two mats; and two
or three wine bottles。 That was all the chamber held; exclusive of rats
and other unseen vermin; in addition to the seen vermin; the two men。

It received such light as it got through a grating of iron bars
fashioned like a pretty large window; by means of which it could be
always inspected from the gloomy staircase on which the grating gave。
There was a broad strong ledge of stone to this grating where the bottom
of it was let into the masonry; three or four feet above the ground。
Upon it; one of the two men lolled; half sitting and half lying; with
his knees drawn up; and his feet and shoulders planted against the
opposite sides of the aperture。 The bars were wide enough apart to
admit of his thrusting his arm through t
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