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Chapter XVIII Little Dorrit’s Loverlocked

  • Charles Dickens


Little Dorrit had not attained her twenty-second birthday without finding a lover. Even in the sallow Marshalsea, the ever young Archer* shot off a few featherless arrows now and then from a mouldy bow, and winged a Collegian or two.

Little Dorrit’s lover, however,...

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