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'Very strange how these runs on an infatuation prevail, said Arthur. 'An't it? returned Pancks. After smoking for a minute or so, more drily than comported with his recent oiling, he added: 'Because you see these people don't understand the subject. 'Not a bit, assented Clennam. 'Not a bit, cried Pancks. 'Know nothing of figures. Know nothing of money questions. Never made a calculation.
You'd be poor yourself if you didn't get your rents. 'True enough, said Arthur. 'You're not going to keep open house for all the poor of London, pursued Pancks. 'You're not going to lodge 'em for nothing. You're not going to open your gates wide and let 'em come free. Not if you know it, you ain't. Mr Casby shook his head, in Placid and benignant generality.
Don't let me be troublesome. He was so far troublesome that he was not at all wanted there, but she laid her work in her lap for a moment, and held out her left hand with her thimble on it. 'Years of toil, eh? said Pancks, softly, touching it with his blunt forefinger. 'But what else are we made for? Nothing. Hallo! looking into the lines. 'What's this with bars? It's a College!
As to any key to his inner knowledge being to be found in his face, the Marshalsea key was as legible as an index to the individual characters and histories upon which it was turned. That Mr Pancks should be moved to invite any one to dinner at Pentonville, was an unprecedented fact in his calendar. Provision of oranges, apples, and nuts was also made.
'If you will come home with me, Pancks, said Arthur, when they got into the street, 'and will share what dinner or supper there is, it will be next door to an act of charity; for I am weary and out of sorts to-night. 'Ask me to do a greater thing than that, said Pancks, 'when you want it done, and I'll do it.
I didn't expect to receive it, though. Mrs Plornish here interposed with great condescension, and explained to Mr Baptist. 'E please. E glad get money. The little man smiled and nodded. His bright face seemed uncommonly attractive to Mr Pancks. 'How's he getting on in his limb? he asked Mrs Plornish. 'Oh, he's a deal better, sir, said Mrs Plornish.
This young man's disinterestedness appeared so very ludicrous in the eyes of Miss Rugg, that she was obliged to effect a precipitate retirement from the company, and to sit upon the stairs until she had had her laugh out. Meanwhile Mr Pancks, looking, not without some pity, at Young John, slowly and thoughtfully twisted up his canvas bag as if he were wringing its neck.
The prudent Mrs Chivery, who wondered greatly at this change, would have protested against it as detrimental to the Highland typification on the doorpost but for two forcible reasons; one, that her John was roused to take strong interest in the business which these starts were supposed to advance and this she held to be good for his drooping spirits; the other, that Mr Pancks confidentially agreed to pay her, for the occupation of her son's time, at the handsome rate of seven and sixpence per day.
'The dear little thing, said Flora, 'having gone off perfectly limp and white and cold in my own house or at least papa's for though not a freehold still a long lease at a peppercorn on the morning when Arthur foolish habit of our youthful days and Mr Clennam far more adapted to existing circumstances particularly addressing a stranger and that stranger a gentleman in an elevated station communicated the glad tidings imparted by a person of name of Pancks emboldens me.
It's a sort of a general kind of expression, sir, said Mrs Plornish. 'Is it? said Pancks. 'Why, then Altro to you, old chap. Good afternoon. Altro! Mr Baptist in his vivacious way repeating the word several times, Mr Pancks in his duller way gave it him back once.
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