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'There you are, you see Again as large as life Oh, never h they weren't born in the

Marshalsea Prison, theyon, of your father's breed Stop a bit I

under the cushion for your head Here's a burial voluha to most people is--not who's in 'e, you know, and when That's the interesting question'

Co back at the pillow he had iy was snoring already, and Little Dorrit

was soon fast asleep with her head resting on that sealed book of Fate,

untroubled by its mysterious blank leaves

This was Little Dorrit's party The shareat capital; the wet, the cold, the slow hours, and

the swift clouds of the disht This was the party frorey