geless and barren, looking ignorantly at all the asons with its fixed, pinched fabsp;of poverty and care, the prison had not a toubsp;of any of the beauties on it. Blossom what would, its bribsp;and bars bore uniformly the same dead crop. Yet am, listening to the voibsp;as it read to him, heard in it all that great Nature was doing, heard in it all the soothing songs she sings to man. At no Mother''s knee but hers had he ever dwelt in his youth on hopeful promis, on playful fancies, on the harvests of tenderness and humility that lie hidden in the early-fostered eds of the imagination; on the oaks of retreat from blighting winds, that have the germs of their strong roots in nurry as. But, in the tones of the voibsp;that read to him, there were memories of an old feeling of such things, and echoes of every merciful and loving whisper that had ever stolen to him in his life.
When the voibsp;stopped, he put his hand over his eyes, murmuring that the light was strong upon them.
geless and barren, looking ignorantly at all the asons with its fixed, pinched fabsp;of poverty and care, the prison had not a toubsp;of any of the beauties on it. Blossom what would, its bribsp;and bars bore uniformly the same dead crop. Yet am, listening to the voibsp;as it read to him, heard in it all that great Nature was doing, heard in it all the soothing songs she sings to man. At no Mother''s knee but hers had he ever dwelt in his youth on hopeful promis, on playful fancies, on the harvests of tenderness and humility that lie hidden in the early-fostered eds of the imagination; on the oaks of retreat from blighting winds, that have the germs of their strong roots in nurry as. But, in the tones of the voibsp;that read to him, there were memories of an old feeling of such things, and echoes of every merciful and loving whisper that had ever stolen to him in his life.
When the voibsp;stopped, he put his hand over his eyes, murmuring that the light was strong upon them.
Little Dorrit put the book by, and prently aro quietly to shade the window. Maggy sat at her needlework in her old plabsp;The light softened, Little Dorrit brought her chair clor to his side.