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Chapter 7. The Child of the Marshalsea

           Indeedthedancing-masterwassoproudofit,andsowishfultodisplayitbeforehelefttoafewselectfriendsamongthecollegians,thatatsixo’clockonacertainfinemorning,aminuetdelacourcameoffintheyard—thecollege-roomsbeingoftooconfinedproportionsforthepurpose—inwhichsomuchgroundwascovered,andthestepsweresoconscientiouslyexecuted,thatthedancing-master,havingtoplaythekitbesides,wasthoroughlyblown.

           Thesuccessofthisbeginning,whichledtothedancing-master’scontinuinghisinstructionafterhisrelease,emboldenedthepoorchildtotryagain.Shewatchedandwaitedmonthsforaseamstress.Inthefulnessoftimeamillinercamein,andtohersherepairedonherownbehalf.

           ‘Ibegyourpardon,ma’am,’shesaid,lookingtimidlyroundthedoorofthemilliner,whomshefoundintearsandinbed:‘butIwasbornhere.’

           Everybodyseemedtohearofherassoonastheyarrived;forthemillinersatupinbed,dryinghereyes,andsaid,justasthedancing-masterhadsaid:

           ‘Oh!Youarethechild,areyou?’

           ‘Yes,ma’am.’

           ‘IamsorryIhaven’tgotanythingforyou,’saidthemilliner,shakingherhead.

           ‘It’snotthat,ma’am.IfyoupleaseIwanttolearnneedle-work.’

           ‘Whyshouldyoudothat,’returnedthemilliner,‘withmebeforeyou?Ithasnotdonememuchgood.’

           ‘Nothing—whateveritis—seemstohavedoneanybodymuchgoodwhocomeshere,’shereturnedinallsimplicity;‘butIwanttolearnjustthesame.’

           ‘Iamafraidyouaresoweak,yousee,’themillinerobjected.

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