Little Dorrit (Annotated)

by Charles Dickens

been. The special feature in Doctor Haggage’s treatment

‘You are very good,’ said

in the Marshalsea Gaol! Why, perhaps

existence; for we all know how we all deceive ourselves—that is to say, how people in general, our profounder selves excepted, deceive themselves—as to motives of action. With a comfortable impression upon him, and quite an honest one in its way, that he was still patronising Little Dorrit in doing what had no reference to her, he found himself one afternoon at the corner of Mr Casby’s street. Mr Casby lived in a street in the Gray’s Inn Road, which had set off from that thoroughfare with the intention of running at one heat down into the valley, and up again to the top of Pentonville Hill; but which had

In any case, it turns out that Miss Wade wrote her a letter and said that

swinish public as a follower of the

he asks for a tour of the house.

bizarre, since it's just an old

such an enormous distance. All

but Mr F.’s Aunt, which

or ostentatious, but thoroughly sound and practical—of our friend Mr Sparkler.

solemnly remarking, that it is

stated by the inmates of that house to have left it, about so

identity and Mrs Clennam’s, as

‘I thought you looked a

You, so far superior, so distinguished, so noble; I, a poor useless

lay asleep. The meagre lighthouse all in white, haunting the seaboard as if it were the ghost of an edifice that had once had colour and rotundity, dropped melancholy tears after its late buffeting by the waves. The long rows of gaunt black piles, slimy and wet and weather-worn, with funeral garlands of seaweed twisted about them by the late tide, might have represented an unsightly marine cemetery. Every wave-dashed, storm-beaten object, was so low and so little, under the broad grey sky, in the noise of the wind and sea, and before

‘you ask me the very