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Mr Pancks looked over his note-book, which was now getting full, studiously; and picked out little extracts, which he wrote on separate slips of paper on the table; Mr Rugg, in the meanwhile, looking at him with close attention, and Young John losing his uncollected eye in mists of meditation.
When they wish to see me, they know I am here to see them. They have no need to trouble themselves to send. You have no need to trouble yourself to come. 'Not the least trouble, ma'am, said Mr Pancks. 'You really are looking uncommonly nicely, ma'am. 'Thank you. Good evening.
'Only yesterday, Pancks, said Arthur; 'only yesterday, Monday, I had the fixed intention of selling, realising, and making an end of it. 'I can't say as much for myself, sir, returned Pancks. 'Though it's wonderful how many people I've heard of, who were going to realise yesterday, of all days in the three hundred and sixty-five, if it hadn't been too late!
But, taking no further note of them than was sufficient to give birth to the reflection, he sought out a certain street and number which he kept in his mind. 'So Pancks said, he murmured to himself, as he stopped before a dull house answering to the address.
But even in the midst of that paroxysm, he still essayed to repeat his favourite introduction of himself, 'Pa-ancks the gi-ipsy, fortune-telling. 'I am spending the evening with the rest of 'em, said Pancks. 'I've been singing. I've been taking a part in White sand and grey sand. I don't know anything about it. Never mind. I'll take any part in anything.
Speaking as a sufferer by both, I don't know that I wouldn't as soon have the Merdle lot as your lot. You're a driver in disguise, a screwer by deputy, a wringer, and squeezer, and shaver by substitute. You're a philanthropic sneak. 'Ask these good people who's the hard man here. They'll tell you Pancks, I believe. This was confirmed with cries of 'Certainly, and 'Hear!
'Then, dearest madame, said Rigaud, throwing himself into an arm-chair so heavily that the old room trembled, 'you will do well to dismiss them. It is your affair. They are not my spies, not my rascals. 'Hark! You Pancks, said Mrs Clennam, bending her brows upon him angrily, 'you Casby's clerk! Attend to your employer's business and your own. Go.
In the society of Mr Rugg, who had a round white visage, as if all his blushes had been drawn out of him long ago, and who had a ragged yellow head like a worn-out hearth broom; and in the society of Miss Rugg, who had little nankeen spots, like shirt buttons, all over her face, and whose own yellow tresses were rather scrubby than luxuriant; Mr Pancks had usually dined on Sundays for some few years, and had twice a week, or so, enjoyed an evening collation of bread, Dutch cheese, and porter.
'But I tell you, good people Casby! This mound of meekness, this lump of love, this bottle-green smiler, this is your driver! said Pancks. 'If you want to see the man who would flay you alive here he is! Don't look for him in me, at thirty shillings a week, but look for him in Casby, at I don't know how much a year! 'Good! cried several voices. 'Hear Mr Pancks! 'Yes, I should think so!
Arthur, hurriedly reviewing his own observation of her, found it to tally pretty nearly with Mr Pancks's view. 'The wonder is to me, pursued Pancks, 'that she has never done for my proprietor, as the only person connected with her story she can lay hold of. Mentioning that, I may tell you, between ourselves, that I am sometimes tempted to do for him myself.
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