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little dorrit-信丽(英文版)-第16部分

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o'clock on a certain fine morning; a minuet de la cour came off in
the yard……the college…rooms being of too confined proportions for the
purpose……in which so much ground was covered; and the steps were so
conscientiously executed; that the dancing…master; having to play the
kit besides; was thoroughly blown。

The success of this beginning; which led to the dancing…master's
continuing his instruction after his release; emboldened the poor child
to try again。 She watched and waited months for a seamstress。 In the
fulness of time a milliner came in; and to her she repaired on her own
behalf。

'I beg your pardon; ma'am;' she said; looking timidly round the door of
the milliner; whom she found in tears and in bed: 'but I was born here。'

Everybody seemed to hear of her as soon as they arrived; for the
milliner sat up in bed; drying her eyes; and said; just as the
dancing…master had said:

'Oh! You are the child; are you?'

'Yes; ma'am。'

'I am sorry I haven't got anything for you;' said the milliner; shaking
her head。

'It's not that; ma'am。 If you please I want to learn needle…work。'

'Why should you do that;' returned the milliner; 'with me before you? It
has not done me much good。'

'Nothing……whatever it is……seems to have done anybody much good who es
here;' she returned in all simplicity; 'but I want to learn just the
same。'

'I am afraid you are so weak; you see;' the milliner objected。

'I don't think I am weak; ma'am。'

'And you are so very; very little; you see;' the milliner objected。

'Yes; I am afraid I am very little indeed;' returned the Child of the
Marshalsea; and so began to sob over that unfortunate defect of hers;
which came so often in her way。 The milliner……who was not morose or
hard…hearted; only newly insolvent……was touched; took her in hand with
goodwill; found her the most patient and earnest of pupils; and made her
a cunning work…woman in course of time。

In course of time; and in the very self…same course of time; the Father
of the Marshalsea gradually developed a new flower of character。 The
more Fatherly he grew as to the Marshalsea; and the more dependent he
became on the contributions of his changing family; the greater stand
he made by his forlorn gentility。 With the same hand that he pocketed
a collegian's half…crown half an hour ago; he would wipe away the
tears that streamed over his cheeks if any reference were made to his
daughters' earning their bread。 So; over and above other daily cares;
the Child of the Marshalsea had always upon her the care of preserving
the genteel fiction that they were all idle beggars together。

The sister became a dancer。 There was a ruined uncle in the family
group……ruined by his brother; the Father of the Marshalsea; and knowing
no more how than his ruiner did; but accepting the fact as an inevitable
certainty……on whom her protection devolved。 Naturally a retired and
simple man; he had shown no particular sense of being ruined at the time
when that calamity fell upon him; further than that he left off washing
himself when the shock was announced; and never took to that luxury any
more。 He had been a very indifferent musical amateur in his better days;
and when he fell with his brother; resorted for support to playing a
clario as dirty as himself in a small Theatre Orchestra。 It was the
theatre in which his niece became a dancer; he had been a fixture there
a long time when she took her poor station in it; and he accepted
the task of serving as her escort and guardian; just as he would have
accepted an illness; a legacy; a feast; starvation……anything but soap。

To enable this girl to earn her few weekly shillings; it was necessary
for the Child of the Marshalsea to go through an elaborate form with the
Father。

'Fanny is not going to live with us just now; father。 She will be here a
good deal in the day; but she is going to live outside with uncle。'

'You surprise me。 Why?'

'I think uncle wants a panion; father。 He should be attended to; and
looked after。'

'A panion? He passes much of his time here。 And you attend to him and
look after him; Amy; a great deal more than ever your sister will。 You
all go out so much; you all go out so much。'

This was to keep up the ceremony and pretence of his having no idea that
Amy herself went out by the day to work。

'But we are always glad to e home; father; now; are we not? And as to
Fanny; perhaps besides keeping uncle pany and taking care of him; it
may be as well for her not quite to live here; always。 She was not born
here as I was; you know; father。'

'Well; Amy; well。 I don't quite follow you; but it's natural I suppose
that Fanny should prefer to be outside; and even that you often should;
too。 So; you and Fanny and your uncle; my dear; shall have your own way。
Good; good。 I'll not meddle; don't mind me。'

To get her brother out of the prison; out of the succession to Mrs
Bangham in executing missions; and out of the slang interchange with
very doubtful panions consequent upon both; was her hardest task。 At
eighteen he would have dragged on from hand to mouth; from hour to hour;
from penny to penny; until eighty。 Nobody got into the prison from whom
he derived anything useful or good; and she could find no patron for him
but her old friend and godfather。

'Dear Bob;' said she; 'what is to bee of poor Tip?' His name was
Edward; and Ted had been transformed into Tip; within the walls。

The turnkey had strong private opinions as to what would bee of
poor Tip; and had even gone so far with the view of averting their
fulfilment; as to sound Tip in reference to the expediency of running
away and going to serve his country。 But Tip had thanked him; and said
he didn't seem to care for his country。

'Well; my dear;' said the turnkey; 'something ought to be done with him。
Suppose I try and get him into the law?'

'That would be so good of you; Bob!'

The turnkey had now two points to put to the professional gentlemen as
they passed in and out。 He put this second one so perseveringly that
a stool and twelve shillings a week were at last found for Tip in the
office of an attorney in a great National Palladium called the Palace
Court; at that time one of a considerable list of everlasting bulwarks
to the dignity and safety of Albion; whose places know them no more。

Tip languished in Clifford's Inns for six months; and at the expiration
of that term sauntered back one evening with his hands in his pockets;
and incidentally observed to his sister that he was not going back
again。

'Not going back again?' said the poor little anxious Child of the
Marshalsea; always calculating and planning for Tip; in the front rank
of her charges。

'I am so tired of it;' said Tip; 'that I have cut it。'

Tip tired of everything。 With intervals of Marshalsea lounging; and Mrs
Bangham succession; his small second mother; aided by her trusty friend;
got him into a warehouse; into a market garden; into the hop trade;
into the law again; into an auctioneers; into a brewery; into a
stockbroker's; into the law again; into a coach office; into a waggon
office; into the law again; into a general dealer's; into a distillery;
into the law again; into a wool house; into a dry goods house; into the
Billingsgate trade; into the foreign fruit trade; and into the docks。
But whatever Tip went into; he came out of tired; announcing that he
had cut it。 Wherever he went; this foredoomed Tip appeared to take the
prison walls with him; and to set them up in such trade or calling;
and to prowl about within their narrow limits in the old slip…shod;
purposeless; down…at…heel way; until the real immovable Marshalsea walls
asserted their fascination over him; and brought him back。

Nevertheless; the brave little creature did so fix her heart on her
brother's rescue; that while he was ringing out these doleful changes;
she pinched and scraped enough together to ship him for Canada。 When he
was tired of nothing to do; and disposed in its turn to cut even that;
he graciously consented to go to Canada。 And there was grief in her
bosom over parting with him; and joy in the hope of his being put in a
straight course at last。

'God bless you; dear Tip。 Don't be too proud to e and see us; when
you have made your fortune。'

'All right!' said Tip; and went。

But not all the way to Canada; in fact; not further than Liverpool。

After making the voyage to that port from London; he found himself
so strongly impelled to cut the vessel; that he resolved to walk back
again。 Carrying out which intention; he presented himself before her at
the expiration of a month; in rags; without shoes; and much more tired
than ever。 At length; after another interval of successorship to Mrs
Bangham; he found a pursuit for himself; and announced it。

'Amy; I have got a situation。'

'Have you really and truly; Tip?'

'All right。 I shall do now。 You needn't look anxious about me any more;
old girl。'

'What is it; Tip?'

'Why; you know Slingo by sight?'

'Not the man they call the dealer?'

'That's the chap。 He'll be out on Monday; and he's going to give me a
berth。'

'What is he a dealer in; Tip?'

'Horses。 All right! I shall do now; Amy。'

She lost sight of him for months afterwards; and only heard from him
once。 A whisper passed among the elder collegians that he had been seen
at a mock auction in Moorfields; pretending to buy plated articles for
massive silver; and paying for them with the greatest liberality in
bank notes; but it never reached her ears。 One evening she was alone at
work……standing up at the window; to save the twilight lingering above
the wall……when he opened the door and walked in。

She kissed and weled him; but was afraid to ask him any questions。 He
saw how anxious and timid she was; and appeared sorry。

'I am afraid; Amy; you'll be vexed this time。 Upon my life I am!'

'I am very sorry to hear you say so; Tip。 Have you e back?'

'Why……yes。'

'Not expecting this time that what you had found would answer very well;
I am less surprised and sorry than I might have been; Tip。'

'Ah! But that's not the worst of it。'

'Not the worst of it?'

'Don't look so startled。 No; Amy; not the worst of it。 I have e back;
you see; but……DON'T look so startled……I have e back in what I may
call a new way。 I am off the volunteer list altogether。 I am in now; as
one of the regulars。'

'Oh! Don't say you are a prisoner; Tip! Don't; don't!'

'Well; I don't want to say it;' he returned in a reluctant tone; 'but if
you can't understand me without my saying it; what am I to do? I am in
for forty pound odd。'

For the first time in all those years; she sunk under her cares。 She
cried; with her clasped hands lifted above her head; that it would kill
their father if he ever knew it; and fell down at Tip's graceless feet。

It was easier for Tip to bring her to her senses than for her to bring
him to understand that the Father of the Marshalsea would be beside
himself if he knew the truth。 The thing was inprehensible to Tip; and
altogether a fanciful notion。 He yielded to it in that light only; when
he submitted to her entreaties; backed by those of his uncle and sister。
There was no want of precedent for 
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