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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
Mother
’
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
.
‘
This
will
soon
be
over
now
,
dear
Mr
Clennam
.
Not
only
are
Mr
Doyce
’
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
.
’
‘
Dear
girl
.
Dear
heart
.
Good
angel
!
’
‘
You
praise
me
far
too
much
.
And
yet
it
is
such
an
exquisite
pleasure
to
me
to
hear
you
speak
so
feelingly
,
and
to
—
and
to
see
,
’
said
Little
Dorrit
,
raising
her
eyes
to
his
,
‘
how
deeply
you
mean
it
,
that
I
cannot
say
Don
’
t
.
’
He
lifted
her
hand
to
his
lips
.
‘
You
have
been
here
many
,
many
times
,
when
I
have
not
seen
you
,
Little
Dorrit
?
’
‘
Yes
,
I
have
been
here
sometimes
when
I
have
not
come
into
the
room
.
