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the only comfort he had in the loss of his daughter, and if he made the most of it, who could blame him? XXXIV Gone

On a healthy autumn day, the Marshalsea prisoner, weak but otherwise restored, sat listening to a voice that read to him. On a healthy autumn day; when the golden fields had been reaped and ploughed again, when the summer fruits had ripened and waned, when the green perspectives of hops had been laid low by the busy pickers, when the apples clustering in the orchards were russet, and the berries of the mountain ash were crimson among the yellowing foliage. Already in the woods, glimpses of the hardy winter that was coming were to be caught through unaccustomed openings among the boughs where the prospect shone defined and clear, free from the bloom of the drowsy summer weather, which had rested on it as the bloom lies on the plum. So, from the seashore the ocean was no longer to be seen lying asleep in the heat, but its thousand sparkling eyes were open, and its whole breadth was in joyful animation, from the cool sand on the beach to the little sails on the horizon, drifting away like autumn-tinted leaves that had drifted from the trees.

Changeless and barren, looking ignorantly at all the seasons with its fixed, pinched face of poverty and care, the prison had not a touch of any of these beauties on it. Blossom what would, its bricks and bars bore uniformly the same dead crop. Yet Clennam, listening to the voice as it read to him, heard in it all that great Nature was doing, heard in it all the soothing songs she sings to man. At no Motherโ€™s knee but hers had he ever dwelt in his youth on hopeful promises, on playful fancies, on the harvests of tenderness and humility that lie hidden in the early-fostered seeds of the imagination; on the oaks of retreat from blighting winds, that have the germs of their strong roots in nursery acorns. But, in the tones of the voice that read to him, there were memories of an old feeling of such things, and echoes of every merciful and loving whisper that had ever stolen to him in his life.

When the voice stopped, he put his hand over his eyes, murmuring that the light was strong upon them.

Little Dorrit put the book by, and presently arose quietly to shade the window. Maggy sat at her needlework in her old place. The light softened, Little Dorrit brought her chair closer to his side.

โ€œThis will soon be over now, dear Mr. Clennam. Not only are Mr. Doyceโ€™s letters to you so full of friendship and encouragement, but Mr. Rugg says his letters to him are so full of help, and that everybody (now a little anger is past) is so considerate, and speaks so well of you, that it will soon be over now.โ€

โ€œDear girl. Dear heart. Good angel!โ€

โ€œYou praise me far too much. And yet it is such an exquisite pleasure to me to hear you speak so feelingly, and toโ โ€”and to see,โ€ said Little Dorrit, raising her eyes to his, โ€œhow deeply you mean it, that I cannot say Donโ€™t.โ€

He lifted her hand to his lips.

โ€œYou have been here many, many times, when I have not seen you, Little Dorrit?โ€

โ€œYes, I have been here sometimes when I have not come into the room.โ€

โ€œVery often?โ€

โ€œRather often,โ€ said Little Dorrit, timidly.

โ€œEvery day?โ€

โ€œI think,โ€ said Little Dorrit, after hesitating, โ€œthat I have been here at least twice every day.โ€

He might have released the little light hand after fervently kissing it again; but that, with a very gentle lingering where it was, it seemed to court being retained. He took it in both of his, and it lay softly on his breast.

โ€œDear Little Dorrit, it is not my imprisonment only that will soon be over. This sacrifice of you must be ended. We must learn to part again, and to take our different ways so wide asunder. You have not forgotten what we said together, when you came back?โ€

โ€œO no, I have not forgotten it. But something has beenโ โ€”You feel quite strong today, donโ€™t you?โ€

โ€œQuite strong.โ€

The hand he held crept up a little nearer his face.

โ€œDo you feel quite strong enough to know what a great fortune I have got?โ€

โ€œI shall be very glad to be told. No fortune can be too great or good for Little Dorrit.โ€

โ€œI have been anxiously waiting to tell you. I have been longing and longing to tell you. You are sure you will not take it?โ€

โ€œNever!โ€

โ€œYou are quite sure you will not take half of it?โ€

โ€œNever, dear Little Dorrit!โ€

As she looked at him silently, there was something in her affectionate face that he did not quite comprehend: something that could have broken into tears in a moment, and yet that was happy and proud.

โ€œYou will be sorry to hear what I have to tell you about Fanny. Poor Fanny has lost everything. She has nothing left but her husbandโ€™s income. All that papa gave her when she married was lost as your money was lost. It was in the same hands, and it is all gone.โ€

Arthur was more shocked than surprised to hear it. โ€œI had hoped it might not be so bad,โ€ he said: โ€œbut I had feared a heavy loss there, knowing the connection between her husband and the defaulter.โ€

โ€œYes. It is all gone. I am very sorry for Fanny; very, very, very sorry for poor Fanny. My poor brother too!โ€

โ€œHad he property in the same hands?โ€

โ€œYes! And itโ€™s all gone.โ โ€”How much do you think my own great fortune is?โ€

As Arthur looked at her inquiringly, with a new apprehension on him, she withdrew her hand, and laid her face down on the spot where it had rested.

โ€œI have nothing in the world. I am as poor as when I lived here. When papa came over to England, he confided everything he had to the same hands, and it

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