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With a pitiful and plaintive look for everything, indeed, but with

so in it for only him that was like protection, this Child of

the Marshalsea and the child of the Father of the Marshalsea, sat by her

friend the turnkey in the lodge, kept the family rooht years of her life With a pitiful

and plaintive look for her ard sister; for her idle brother; for the

high blank walls; for the faded crowd they shut in; for the games of the

prison children as they whooped and ran, and played at hide-and-seek,

and ateway 'Ho, she would sit in su up at the sky through the barred ,

until, when she turned her eyes away, bars of light would arise between

her and her friend, and she would see hi of the fields,' the turnkey said once, after watching her,

'ain't you?' 'Where are they?' she inquired

'Why, they're--over there, ue

flourish of his key 'Just about there' 'Does anybody open them, and shut them? Are they locked?' The turnkey was discoeneral'

'Are they very pretty, Bob?' She called him Bob, by his own particular

request and instruction 'Lovely Full of flowers There's buttercups, and there's daisies,

and there's'--the turnkey hesitated, being short of floral

noames'