BOOK THE SECOND: BIRDS OF A FEATHER
Chapter 2: Still Educational (continued)
'I am sure you would do no such horrible thing,' said Lizzie.
'Shouldn't I? Well; perhaps I shouldn't. But I should like to!'
'I am equally sure you would not.'
'Not even like to? Well, you generally know best. Only you
haven't always lived among it as I have lived--and your back isn't
bad and your legs are not queer.'
As they went on with their supper, Lizzie tried to bring her round
to that prettier and better state. But, the charm was broken. The
person of the house was the person of a house full of sordid
shames and cares, with an upper room in which that abased figure
was infecting even innocent sleep with sensual brutality and
degradation. The doll's dressmaker had become a little quaint
shrew; of the world, worldly; of the earth, earthy.
Poor doll's dressmaker! How often so dragged down by hands
that should have raised her up; how often so misdirected when
losing her way on the eternal road, and asking guidance! Poor,
poor little doll's dressmaker!