New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1856-02-22

$50 ,bs tbouebt or very near IT. He wss under
Goyerpment-high in the Crcumjocuton once. sac
App, AIRED to have acquired IN her infancy, some eN
G immersion Of the might Of this formidable Mr. lite
Rernace of Grosvenor Square, very near IT, and the
Circumlocution Office which quite crushed her when
she mt ntioned him. - .,, -.
Mr. Tte BarDace.
her on;cEness intercepted il. "Ah" said Little Dor
m. shaking her head with the mild despair of life
time. MANY people used TO think once OF getting
my poor father out, but you don't know how hopeless
She forgot to be shy at the moment, in honestly
waning him away from the sunken wreck he had
dream OF rais;n.; and looked at him with eyes which
sssuredv in association with her patient face, her
frpce figure her spare dress, and the wind and rain
did not turn BIN from his purpose of helping her.
Even ii it could be done" said she-"and it
never can be done nowhere could father live, or
how could he Evel have often thought that if such
, change could come il might be anything but ser
vice TO him row. People might not think so well of
him outside a. they do there. He might not be 20
gently dealt with outside, az be Is there. lie might
not be 20 ft himself for the life outside as be Is for
that"
Here for the first time che could not restrain her
tears from falling; aud the little thin hands be had
WATCHED when they were so busy, uembied as they
clasped each other.
at would be a new distress TO him even 10 know
that earn little money, and that Fanny earns IT.
lie money. lie 50 anxious about u.s. you see ieehng
belpessly shut up there. Such good, good father!
He let the little burst of feeling 90 by before be
smoke. II was soon gone. She was not accustomed
TO think Of herself or TO trouble any one with her
emotions. He had but glanced away at the piles OF
city roofs and chmneys among which the smoke was
rolling heavily and at the wilderness Of nasts on the
rver and the wilderness of steepes on the shore, in
distinctly mixed together in the stormy haze when she
was again as quiet as if she had been plying her
needle in biz mother room.
You would be glad TO have your brother set at
Ebety"
"Oh very, very glad, SIR
"WeI we will hope for him at least. You tod me
last night CT friend you had -
His name was PlOrnisb, Little DOr11t said.
And where did Plornish live Plornish lived IN
Bleeding Heart Yard. He was "only plasterer,'
Little Dorit said caution to hun not TO form hlSh
social expectations of POrnish. de lived at the last
house in Bleeding Heart Yard, and bis name was over
q little gateway.
Arthur took down the address and gave her his. He
had done all he had sought to do for the prese
except that he wished to leave her with reliance
upon him, and TO have something Ike promise from
her that she would cherish it.
"Tbere is fTiend!' be said, putting up his peck
et book. AS l take you back-you are going
backl'
ooh yes! going straight home
"As take YOU back" the word home Jared upon
him, "let me ask you to persuade yourself that you
have another friend. | make no professions and say
no more
"You are truly kind to me, sir. am sure | need no
MORE
They walked back through the miserable muddy
streets, and among the poor, mean shops, and were
jostled by the crowds of dirty huckstes usual poor
neighbOrhoOd. There was nothing, by the short way,
that was Pleasant to any of the five Senses Yet was
not common passage through common rain and mlre,
and noise to Cennam having this little slender, care
full creature On bis arm. How young che seemed to
him or how old he to her what secret either TO the
other, in that beginning of the destined Interviewing
of their stories matters not here He thought OF her
having been bonn and bred among these scenes,
and shrinking through them now, familiar yet mis-
placed he thought of her long acquaintance with the
souad needs of life and of her innocence; OF her OLD
sohctude for Others, and her few years and her child
ish aspect.
They were come into the High Street, where the
prison stood when q voice cried, Little mother,
little mother" Dorit stopping and looking back,
an excited figure of a strange kind bounced against
them still crying little mother" fell down, and
scattered the contents Of large basket, hued with
potatoes, in the mud
"Oh, Maggy," said DON'T, what clumsy child
you are !" :,
Macgy was not hurt, but picked herself up mmedi-
atey and then began to pick upthe potatoes, IN which
both DON'T and Arthur Cennam helped. Maggy
picked up very few potatoes, and great quantity of
mud but they were al recovered and deposited II the
basket Maggy then smeared her muddy face with
her shawl and presenting it to M Clennam as type
of purity, enabled him 70 see what she was like.
She was about eght-andtwenty, with large bones,
large features large feet and hands large eyes, aud
no hair. Her large eyes were mpid and almost color
less they seemed to be very little affected by light,
and 10 stand unnaturaly still. There was also that
ate nive listening expression in her face, which is
seen in the faces of the blind; but she was
not blind having oeraby seryiceabe eye Her face
not exceedingly ugly, though il was only redeemed
from being so by smile; good-humored smile, and
pleasant intsef but rendered ptable by being con-
SANITY there. great white cap, with quantity Of
opaque fring that was always Tapping about, apollo
gised foI Maggys badness and made It overy diff
cult for her old black bonnet to retain its place upon
her head that il held round her neck like gpseys
baby commission of haberdashers could alone
have reported what the rest of her poor dress
made Of; but it had strong general resemblance to
sea-weed with here and there gigantic teaeaf. Her
shawl looked particularly like tea-lea after long in
fusion.
Arthur Clcnnam looked at DOrit, with the express
sion of one saving, "May ask who this Isl" DorTit,
whose hand this Macy still calling her little mother
had begun to fonde, answered in words. They were
under gateway into which the majority OF the pota-
toes had rolled.
This is Maggy, sir
"Maggy, sir" echoed the person presented. Lii
''She i. the granddaughter said Dorrit
Granddaughter" echoed Macy.
"Of my old nurse, who has been dead long time.
Maggy, how old are you J"
"'ren, mother, said Maggy.
You can't think how good she is, sir," said Denit,
with infinite tenderness.
Good she is" echoed Macy, transferring the pro-
noun in most expressive way from herself, to her
little mother.
cor how clever" said Dorrt. "she goes on err
rands as well as any one" Maggy laughed. "Aud is
as Trustworthy as the Bank OF England Macy
laughed. She cams her own living entirely Entirely
sir I" said DorTit in q lower and triumphant tone.
Really does"
wat is her history ?" ask edClennam.
think of that, Msggy!" said Dorrit, taking her
two large hands and clapping them together"
gentleman from thousands OF miles away, wanting to
know your history
my history cried Maggy. Little mother
"She means me-" said Don't, rather confused;
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