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I know many names and I have forgotten many more. This may be in the one class, or it may be in the other, or I may never have heard it. I am acquainted with no reason for examining myself, or for being examined, about it. 'If you will allow me, said Clennam, 'I will tell you my reason for pressing the subject.
'I am so sure of it that I have promptly made up my mind to speak to you. 'You must guide him, you know; you must steer him; you must direct him; he is one of a crotchety sort, said Mr Meagles, evidently meaning nothing more than that he did new things and went new ways; 'but he is as honest as the sun, and so good night! Clennam went back to his room, sat down again before his fire, and made up his mind that he was glad he had resolved not to fall in love with Pet.
Mrs Clennam shook her head; whether in dismissal of the deceased or opposing herself to her son's opinion, was not clearly expressed. 'After my father's death I opened it myself, thinking there might be, for anything I knew, some memorandum there. Mrs Clennam signified assent; then added, 'No more of business on this day, and then added, 'Affery, it is nine o'clock.
She disengaged herself now, and came to Clennam, and put her hand in his and wished him good morning, and gracefully made as if she would take his arm and be escorted into the house. To this Gowan had no objection. No, he knew he was too safe. Neither it, nor the touch of uneasiness on Mrs Meagles as she directed her eyes towards it, was unobserved by Clennam.
These were of frequent occurrence now; as the two partners shared a portion of a roomy house in one of the grave old-fashioned City streets, lying not far from the Bank of England, by London Wall. Mr Doyce had been to Twickenham to pass the day. Clennam had excused himself. Mr Doyce was just come home. He put in his head at the door of Clennam's sitting-room to say Good night.
'Yes, she is here. What might your name be? 'Mrs Clennam. 'Mr Clennam's mother? asked the young man. She pressed her lips together, and hesitated. 'Yes. She had better be told it is his mother. 'You see, said the young man,'the Marshal's family living in the country at present, the Marshal has given Miss Dorrit one of the rooms in his house to use when she likes.
'But I have not received any letter of advice from anywhere respecting anybody of the name of Blandois. 'Just so, said the stranger. 'JUST so, said Jeremiah. Mr Blandois, not at all put out by this omission on the part of the correspondents of the house of Clennam and Co., took his pocket-book from his breast-pocket, selected a letter from that receptacle, and handed it to Mr Flintwinch.
It was evident from the general tone of the whole party, that they had come to regard insolvency as the normal state of mankind, and the payment of debts as a disease that occasionally broke out. In this strange scene, and with these strange spectres flitting about him, Arthur Clennam looked on at the preparations as if they were part of a dream.
And the outlay was a difficulty, let me tell you. 'A difficulty! repeated Clennam. 'But the difficulties you have so wonderfully conquered in the whole business! shaking his hand again. 'I'll tell you how I did it, said the delighted Pancks, putting his hair into a condition as elevated as himself. 'First, I spent all I had of my own. That wasn't much.
The man bent his head again, and the girl spoke to him as they both followed her. Clennam ventured to look at the girl as they Moved away. He could note that her rich black eyes were fastened upon the man with a scrutinising expression, and that she kept at a little distance from him, as they walked side by side to the further end of the terrace.
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