LITTLE DORRIT

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第21章

LITTLE DORRIT Charles Dickens

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  Hefelt,fromthetoneinwhichshespoke,thatshewasglancingupathimwiththosepartedlips;thereforehelookedbeforehim,ratherthanmakeherheartbeatquickerstillbyembarrassingherafresh。

  ThustheyemergedupontheIronBridge,whichwasasquietaftertheroaringstreetsasthoughithadbeenopencountry。Thewindblewroughly,thewetsquallscamerattlingpastthem,skimmingthepoolsontheroadandpavement,andrainingthemdownintotheriver。Thecloudsracedonfuriouslyinthelead-Colouredsky,thesmokeandmistracedafterthem,thedarktideranfierceandstronginthesamedirection。LittleDorritseemedtheleast,thequietest,andweakestofHeaven’screatures。

  ’Letmeputyouinacoach,’saidClennam,verynearlyadding’mypoorchild。’

  Shehurriedlydeclined,sayingthatwetordrymadelittledifferencetoher;shewasusedtogoaboutinallweathers。Heknewittobeso,andwastouchedwithmorepity;thinkingoftheslightfigureathisside,makingitsnightlywaythroughthedampdarkboisterousstreetstosuchaplaceofrest。

  ’Youspokesofeelinglytomelastnight,sir,andIfoundafterwardsthatyouhadbeensogeneroustomyfather,thatIcouldnotresistyourmessage,ifitwasonlytothankyou;especiallyasIwishedverymuchtosaytoyou——’shehesitatedandtrembled,andtearsroseinhereyes,butdidnotfall。

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