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No
matter
through
what
mistakes
and
discouragements
,
what
ridicule
(
not
unkindly
meant
,
but
deeply
felt
)
of
her
youth
and
little
figure
,
what
humble
consciousness
of
her
own
babyhood
and
want
of
strength
,
even
in
the
matter
of
lifting
and
carrying
;
through
how
much
weariness
and
hopelessness
,
and
how
many
secret
tears
;
she
drudged
on
,
until
recognised
as
useful
,
even
indispensable
.
That
time
came
.
She
took
the
place
of
eldest
of
the
three
,
in
all
things
but
precedence
;
was
the
head
of
the
fallen
family
;
and
bore
,
in
her
own
heart
,
its
anxieties
and
shames
.
At
thirteen
,
she
could
read
and
keep
accounts
,
that
is
,
could
put
down
in
words
and
figures
how
much
the
bare
necessaries
that
they
wanted
would
cost
,
and
how
much
less
they
had
to
buy
them
with
.
She
had
been
,
by
snatches
of
a
few
weeks
at
a
time
,
to
an
evening
school
outside
,
and
got
her
sister
and
brother
sent
to
day
-
schools
by
desultory
starts
,
during
three
or
four
years
.
There
was
no
instruction
for
any
of
them
at
home
;
but
she
knew
well
—
no
one
better
—
that
a
man
so
broken
as
to
be
the
Father
of
the
Marshalsea
,
could
be
no
father
to
his
own
children
.
To
these
scanty
means
of
improvement
,
she
added
another
of
her
own
contriving
.
Once
,
among
the
heterogeneous
crowd
of
inmates
there
appeared
a
dancing
-
master
.
Her
sister
had
a
great
desire
to
learn
the
dancing
-
master
’
s
art
,
and
seemed
to
have
a
taste
that
way
.
At
thirteen
years
old
,
the
Child
of
the
Marshalsea
presented
herself
to
the
dancing
-
master
,
with
a
little
bag
in
her
hand
,
and
preferred
her
humble
petition
.
‘
If
you
please
,
I
was
born
here
,
sir
.
’
‘
Oh
!
You
are
the
young
lady
,
are
you
?
’
said
the
dancing
-
master
,
surveying
the
small
figure
and
uplifted
face
.
‘
Yes
,
sir
.
’
‘
And
what
can
I
do
for
you
?
’
said
the
dancing
-
master
.
‘
Nothing
for
me
,
sir
,
thank
you
,
’
anxiously
undrawing
the
strings
of
the
little
bag
;
‘
but
if
,
while
you
stay
here
,
you
could
be
so
kind
as
to
teach
my
sister
cheap
—
’
‘
My
child
,
I
’
ll
teach
her
for
nothing
,
’
said
the
dancing
-
master
,
shutting
up
the
bag
.
He
was
as
good
-
natured
a
dancing
-
master
as
ever
danced
to
the
Insolvent
Court
,
and
he
kept
his
word
.
The
sister
was
so
apt
a
pupil
,
and
the
dancing
-
master
had
such
abundant
leisure
to
bestow
upon
her
(
for
it
took
him
a
matter
of
ten
weeks
to
set
to
his
creditors
,
lead
off
,
turn
the
Commissioners
,
and
right
and
left
back
to
his
professional
pursuits
)
,
that
wonderful
progress
was
made
.
