Some of my readers may have an i in being informed whether or no any portions of the Marshala Prison are yet standing. I did not know, mylf, until the sixth of this prent month, when I went to look. I found the outer front courtyard, often mentioned here, metamorphod into a butter shop; and I then almost gave up every bribsp;of the jail for lost. Wandering, however, down a certain adjat ''Angel Court, leading to Bermondy'', I came to ''Marshala Place:'' the hous in whibsp;I reid, not only as the great blobsp;of the former prison, but as prerving the rooms that aro in my mind''s-eye when I became Little Dorrit''s biographer. The smallest boy I ever verd with, carrying the largest baby I ever saw, offered a supernaturally intelligent explanation of the locality in its old us, and was very nearly correbsp;How this young on (for subsp;I judge him to be) came by his information, I don''t know; he was a quarter of a tury too young to know anything about it of himlf. I pointed to the window of the room where Little Dorrit was born, and where her father lived so long, and asked him what was the name of the lodger who tehat apartment at prent? He said, ''Tom Pythick.'' I asked him who was Tom Pythick? and he said, ''Joe Pythick''s uncle.''
Some of my readers may have an i in being informed whether or no any portions of the Marshala Prison are yet standing. I did not know, mylf, until the sixth of this prent month, when I went to look. I found the outer front courtyard, often mentioned here, metamorphod into a butter shop; and I then almost gave up every bribsp;of the jail for lost. Wandering, however, down a certain adjat ''Angel Court, leading to Bermondy'', I came to ''Marshala Place:'' the hous in whibsp;I reid, not only as the great blobsp;of the former prison, but as prerving the rooms that aro in my mind''s-eye when I became Little Dorrit''s biographer. The smallest boy I ever verd with, carrying the largest baby I ever saw, offered a supernaturally intelligent explanation of the locality in its old us, and was very nearly correbsp;How this young on (for subsp;I judge him to be) came by his information, I don''t know; he was a quarter of a tury too young to know anything about it of himlf. I pointed to the window of the room where Little Dorrit was born, and where her father lived so long, and asked him what was the name of the lodger who tehat apartment at prent? He said, ''Tom Pythick.'' I asked him who was Tom Pythick? and he said, ''Joe Pythick''s uncle.''