And from that hour his poor maimed spirit, only remembering the place where it had broken its wings, cancelled the dream through which it had since groped, and knew of nothing beyond the Marshalsea.


The Writings of Charles Dickens: Little Dorrit (ed. 1894)


And from that hour his poor maimed spirit, only remembering the place where it had broken its wings, cancelled the dream through which it had since...

And from that hour his poor maimed spirit, only remembering the place where it had broken its wings, cancelled the dream through which it had since...

And from that hour his poor maimed spirit, only remembering the place where it had broken its wings, cancelled the dream through which it had since...

And from that hour his poor maimed spirit, only remembering the place where it had broken its wings, cancelled the dream through which it had since...