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Chapter 7. The Child of the Marshalsea

           

           ‘Butwearealwaysgladtocomehome,father;now,arewenot?AndastoFanny,perhapsbesideskeepingunclecompanyandtakingcareofhim,itmaybeaswellforhernotquitetolivehere,always.ShewasnotbornhereasIwas,youknow,father.’

           ‘Well,Amy,well.Idon’tquitefollowyou,butit’snaturalIsupposethatFannyshouldprefertobeoutside,andeventhatyouoftenshould,too.So,youandFannyandyouruncle,mydear,shallhaveyourownway.Good,good.I’llnotmeddle;don’tmindme.’

           Togetherbrotheroutoftheprison;outofthesuccessiontoMrsBanghaminexecutingcommissions,andoutoftheslanginterchangewithverydoubtfulcompanionsconsequentuponboth;washerhardesttask.Ateighteenhewouldhavedraggedonfromhandtomouth,fromhourtohour,frompennytopenny,untileighty.Nobodygotintotheprisonfromwhomhederivedanythingusefulorgood,andshecouldfindnopatronforhimbutheroldfriendandgodfather.

           ‘DearBob,’saidshe,‘whatistobecomeofpoorTip?’HisnamewasEdward,andTedhadbeentransformedintoTip,withinthewalls.

           TheturnkeyhadstrongprivateopinionsastowhatwouldbecomeofpoorTip,andhadevengonesofarwiththeviewofavertingtheirfulfilment,astosoundTipinreferencetotheexpediencyofrunningawayandgoingtoservehiscountry.ButTiphadthankedhim,andsaidhedidn’tseemtocareforhiscountry.

           ‘Well,mydear,’saidtheturnkey,‘somethingoughttobedonewithhim.

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