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‘
I
am
afraid
you
are
so
weak
,
you
see
,
’
the
milliner
objected
.
‘
I
don
’
t
think
I
am
weak
,
ma
’
am
.
’
‘
And
you
are
so
very
,
very
little
,
you
see
,
’
the
milliner
objected
.
‘
Yes
,
I
am
afraid
I
am
very
little
indeed
,
’
returned
the
Child
of
the
Marshalsea
;
and
so
began
to
sob
over
that
unfortunate
defect
of
hers
,
which
came
so
often
in
her
way
.
The
milliner
—
who
was
not
morose
or
hard
-
hearted
,
only
newly
insolvent
—
was
touched
,
took
her
in
hand
with
goodwill
,
found
her
the
most
patient
and
earnest
of
pupils
,
and
made
her
a
cunning
work
-
woman
in
course
of
time
.
In
course
of
time
,
and
in
the
very
self
-
same
course
of
time
,
the
Father
of
the
Marshalsea
gradually
developed
a
new
flower
of
character
.
The
more
Fatherly
he
grew
as
to
the
Marshalsea
,
and
the
more
dependent
he
became
on
the
contributions
of
his
changing
family
,
the
greater
stand
he
made
by
his
forlorn
gentility
.
With
the
same
hand
that
he
pocketed
a
collegian
’
s
half
-
crown
half
an
hour
ago
,
he
would
wipe
away
the
tears
that
streamed
over
his
cheeks
if
any
reference
were
made
to
his
daughters
’
earning
their
bread
.
So
,
over
and
above
other
daily
cares
,
the
Child
of
the
Marshalsea
had
always
upon
her
the
care
of
preserving
the
genteel
fiction
that
they
were
all
idle
beggars
together
.
The
sister
became
a
dancer
.
There
was
a
ruined
uncle
in
the
family
group
—
ruined
by
his
brother
,
the
Father
of
the
Marshalsea
,
and
knowing
no
more
how
than
his
ruiner
did
,
but
accepting
the
fact
as
an
inevitable
certainty
—
on
whom
her
protection
devolved
.
Naturally
a
retired
and
simple
man
,
he
had
shown
no
particular
sense
of
being
ruined
at
the
time
when
that
calamity
fell
upon
him
,
further
than
that
he
left
off
washing
himself
when
the
shock
was
announced
,
and
never
took
to
that
luxury
any
more
.
He
had
been
a
very
indifferent
musical
amateur
in
his
better
days
;
and
when
he
fell
with
his
brother
,
resorted
for
support
to
playing
a
clarionet
as
dirty
as
himself
in
a
small
Theatre
Orchestra
.
It
was
the
theatre
in
which
his
niece
became
a
dancer
;
he
had
been
a
fixture
there
a
long
time
when
she
took
her
poor
station
in
it
;
and
he
accepted
the
task
of
serving
as
her
escort
and
guardian
,
just
as
he
would
have
accepted
an
illness
,
a
legacy
,
a
feast
,
starvation
—
anything
but
soap
.
To
enable
this
girl
to
earn
her
few
weekly
shillings
,
it
was
necessary
for
the
Child
of
the
Marshalsea
to
go
through
an
elaborate
form
with
the
Father
.
‘
Fanny
is
not
going
to
live
with
us
just
now
,
father
.
She
will
be
here
a
good
deal
in
the
day
,
but
she
is
going
to
live
outside
with
uncle
.
’
‘
You
surprise
me
.
Why
?
’
