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'I am sure as sane as any one here。 I want to find the Marshalsea
prison。'
The shrill outer circle again retorted； 'Then that 'ud show you was mad
if nothing else did； 'cause it's right opposite！'
A short； mild； quiet…looking young man made his way through to her； as
a whooping ensued on this reply； and said： 'Was it the Marshalsea you
wanted？ I'm going on duty there。 e across with me。'
She laid her hand upon his arm； and he took her over the way； the crowd；
rather injured by the near prospect of losing her； pressing before and
behind and on either side； and remending an adjournment to Bedlam。
After a momentary whirl in the outer court…yard； the prison…door opened；
and shut upon them。 In the Lodge； which seemed by contrast with the
outer noise a place of refuge and peace； a yellow lamp was already
striving with the prison shadows。
'Why； John！' said the turnkey who admitted them。 'What is it？'
'Nothing； father； only this lady not knowing her way； and being badgered
by the boys。 Who did you want； ma'am？'
'Miss Dorrit。 Is she here？'
The young man became more interested。 'Yes； she is here。 What might your
name be？'
'Mrs Clennam。'
'Mr Clennam's mother？' asked the young man。
She pressed her lips together； and hesitated。 'Yes。 She had better be
told it is his mother。'
'You see；' said the young man；'the Marshal's family living in the
country at present； the Marshal has given Miss Dorrit one of the rooms
in his house to use when she likes。 Don't you think you had better e
up there； and let me bring Miss Dorrit？'
She signified her assent； and he unlocked a door and conducted her up
a side staircase into a dwelling…house above。 He showed her into a
darkening room； and left her。 The room looked down into the darkening
prison…yard； with its inmates strolling here and there； leaning out
of windows muning as much apart as they could with friends who were
going away； and generally wearing out their imprisonment as they best
might that summer evening。 The air was heavy and hot； the closeness
of the place； oppressive； and from without there arose a rush of
free sounds； like the jarring memory of such things in a headache and
heartache。 She stood at the window； bewildered； looking down into this
prison as it were out of her own different prison； when a soft word or
two of surprise made her start； and Little Dorrit stood before her。
'Is it possible； Mrs Clennam； that you are so happily recovered as……'
Little Dorrit stopped； for there was neither happiness nor health in the
face that turned to her。 'This is not recovery； it is not strength； I
don't know what it is。' With an agitated wave of her hand； she put all
that aside。 'You have a packet left with you which you were to give to
Arthur； if it was not reclaimed before this place closed to…night。'
'Yes。'
'I reclaim it。'
Little Dorrit took it from her bosom； and gave it into her hand； which
remained stretched out after receiving it。
'Have you any idea of its contents？'
Frightened by her being there with that new power Of Movement in her；
which； as she said herself； was not strength； and which was unreal
to look upon； as though a picture or statue had been animated； Little
Dorrit answered 'No。'
'Read them。'
Little Dorrit took the packet from the still outstretched hand； and
broke the seal。 Mrs Clennam then gave her the inner packet that was
addressed to herself； and held the other。 The shadow of the wall and of
the prison buildings； which made the room sombre at noon； made it too
dark to read there； with the dusk deepening apace； save in the window。
In the window； where a little of the bright summer evening sky
could shine upon her； Little Dorrit stood； and read。 After a broken
exclamation or so of wonder and of terror； she read in silence。 When
she had finished； she looked round； and her old mistress bowed herself
before her。
'You know； now； what I have done。'
'I think so。 I am afraid so； though my mind is so hurried； and so sorry；
and has so much to pity that it has not been able to follow all I have
read；' said Little Dorrit tremulously。
'I will restore to you what I have withheld from you。 Forgive me。 Can
you forgive me？'
'I can； and Heaven knows I do！ Do not kiss my dress and kneel to me； you
are too old to kneel to me； I forgive you freely without that。'
'I have more yet to ask。'
'Not in that posture；' said Little Dorrit。 'It is unnatural to see your
grey hair lower than mine。 Pray rise； let me help you。' With that she
raised her up； and stood rather shrinking from her； but looking at her
earnestly。
'The great petition that I make to you （there is another which grows
out of it）； the great supplication that I address to your merciful and
gentle heart； is； that you will not disclose this to Arthur until I am
dead。 If you think； when you have had time for consideration； that it
can do him any good to know it while I am yet alive； then tell him。 But
you will not think that； and in such case； will you promise me to spare
me until I am dead？'
'I am so sorry； and what I have read has so confused my thoughts；'
returned Little Dorrit； 'that I can scarcely give you a steady answer。
If I should be quite sure that to be acquainted with it will do Mr
Clennam no good……'
'I know you are attached to him； and will make him the first
consideration。 It is right that he should be the first consideration。 I
ask that。 But； having regarded him； and still finding that you may spare
me for the little time I shall remain on earth； will you do it？'
'I will。'
'GOD bless you！'
She stood in the shadow so that she was only a veiled form to Little
Dorrit in the light； but the sound of her voice； in saying those three
grateful words； was at once fervent and broken……broken by emotion as
unfamiliar to her frozen eyes as action to her frozen limbs。
'You will wonder； perhaps；' she said in a stronger tone； 'that I can
better bear to be known to you whom I have wronged； than to the son
of my enemy who wronged me。……For she did wrong me！ She not only sinned
grievously against the Lord； but she wronged me。 What Arthur's father
was to me； she made him。 From our marriage day I was his dread； and that
she made me。 I was the scourge of both； and that is referable to her。
You love Arthur （I can see the blush upon your face； may it be the dawn
of happier days to both of you！）； and you will have thought already that
he is as merciful and kind as you； and why do I not trust myself to him
as soon as to you。 Have you not thought so？'
'No thought；' said Little Dorrit； 'can be quite a stranger to my heart；
that springs out of the knowledge that Mr Clennam is always to be relied
upon for being kind and generous and good。'
'I do not doubt it。 Yet Arthur is； of the whole world； the one person
from whom I would conceal this； while I am in it。 I kept over him as
a child； in the days of his first remembrance； my restraining and
correcting hand。 I was stern with him； knowing that the transgressions
of the parents are visited on their offspring； and that there was an
angry mark upon him at his birth。 I have sat with him and his father；
seeing the weakness of his father yearning to unbend to him； and forcing
it back； that the child might work out his release in bondage and
hardship。 I have seen him； with his mother's face； looking up at me in
awe from his little books； and trying to soften me with his mother's
ways that hardened me。'
The shrinking of her auditress stopped her for a moment in her flow of
words； delivered in a retrospective gloomy voice。
'For his good。 Not for the satisfaction of my injury。 What was I； and
what was the worth of that； before the curse of Heaven！ I have seen that
child grow up； not to be pious in a chosen way （his mother's influence
lay too heavy on him for that）； but still to be just and upright； and
to be submissive to me。 He never loved me； as I once half…hoped he
might……so frail we are； and so do the corrupt affections of the flesh
war with our trusts and tasks； but he always respected me and ordered
himself dutifully to me。 He does to this hour。 With an empty place in
his heart that he has never known the meaning of； he