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Portrait of Charles Dickens Charles Dickens Bleak House — Chapter XXXVIII: A Struggle (1852)

Looking at the corner, I plainly perceived the mark of Mr. Jellyby’s head against the wall. It was consolatory to know that he had found such a resting-place for it.
“And you, Caddy,” said I, “you are always busy, I’ll be bound?”
“Well, my dear,” returned Caddy, “I am indeed, for to tell you a grand secret, I am qualifying myself to give lessons. Prince’s health is not strong, and I want to be able to assist him. What with schools, and classes here, and private pupils, and the apprentices, he really has too much to do, poor fellow!”
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Portrait of Charles Dickens Charles Dickens Bleak House — Chapter XXXVIII: A Struggle (1852)

They dance in the academy, and at this time of year we do figures at five every morning.”
“Why, what a laborious life!” I exclaimed.
“I assure you, my dear,” returned Caddy, smiling, “when the out- door apprentices ring us up in the morning (the bell rings into our room, not to disturb old Mr. Turveydrop) , and when I put up the window and see them standing on the door-step with their little pumps under their arms, I am actually reminded of the Sweeps.”
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Portrait of Charles Dickens Charles Dickens Bleak House — Chapter XXXVIII: A Struggle (1852)

Turveydrop was in bed, I found, and Caddy was milling his chocolate, which a melancholy little boy who was an apprentice —it seemed such a curious thing to be apprenticed to the trade of dancing—was waiting to carry upstairs. Her father-in-law was extremely kind and considerate, Caddy told me, and they lived most happily together. (When she spoke of their living together, she meant that the old gentleman had all the good things and all the good lodging, while she and her husband had what they could get, and were poked into two corner rooms over the Mews.)
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