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Without
remarking
that
man
-
traps
were
not
among
the
amenities
of
life
,
I
said
I
supposed
he
was
very
skilful
?
"
Deep
,
"
said
Wemmick
,
"
as
Australia
.
"
Pointing
with
his
pen
at
the
office
floor
,
to
express
that
Australia
was
understood
,
for
the
purposes
of
the
figure
,
to
be
symmetrically
on
the
opposite
spot
of
the
globe
.
"
If
there
was
anything
deeper
,
"
added
Wemmick
,
bringing
his
pen
to
paper
,
"
he
’
d
be
it
.
"
Then
,
I
said
I
supposed
he
had
a
fine
business
,
and
Wemmick
said
,
"
Ca
-
pi
-
tal
!
"
Then
I
asked
if
there
were
many
clerks
?
to
which
he
replied
—
"
We
don
’
t
run
much
into
clerks
,
because
there
’
s
only
one
Jaggers
,
and
people
won
’
t
have
him
at
second
hand
.
There
are
only
four
of
us
.
Would
you
like
to
see
’
em
?
You
are
one
of
us
,
as
I
may
say
.
"
I
accepted
the
offer
.
When
Mr
.
Wemmick
had
put
all
the
biscuit
into
the
post
,
and
had
paid
me
my
money
from
a
cash
-
box
in
a
safe
,
the
key
of
which
safe
he
kept
somewhere
down
his
back
and
produced
from
his
coat
-
collar
like
an
iron
-
pigtail
,
we
went
up
stairs
.
The
house
was
dark
and
shabby
,
and
the
greasy
shoulders
that
had
left
their
mark
in
Mr
.
Jaggers
’
s
room
seemed
to
have
been
shuffling
up
and
down
the
staircase
for
years
.
In
the
front
first
floor
,
a
clerk
who
looked
something
between
a
publican
and
a
rat
-
catcher
—
a
large
pale
,
puffed
,
swollen
man
—
was
attentively
engaged
with
three
or
four
people
of
shabby
appearance
,
whom
he
treated
as
unceremoniously
as
everybody
seemed
to
be
treated
who
contributed
to
Mr
.
Jaggers
’
s
coffers
.
"
Getting
evidence
together
,
"
said
Mr
.
Wemmick
,
as
we
came
out
,
"
for
the
Bailey
.
"
In
the
room
over
that
,
a
little
flabby
terrier
of
a
clerk
with
dangling
hair
(
his
cropping
seemed
to
have
been
forgotten
when
he
was
a
puppy
)
was
similarly
engaged
with
a
man
with
weak
eyes
,
whom
Mr
.
Wemmick
presented
to
me
as
a
smelter
who
kept
his
pot
always
boiling
,
and
who
would
melt
me
anything
I
pleased
—
and
who
was
in
an
excessive
white
-
perspiration
,
as
if
he
had
been
trying
his
art
on
himself
.
In
a
back
room
,
a
high
-
shouldered
man
with
a
face
-
ache
tied
up
in
dirty
flannel
,
who
was
dressed
in
old
black
clothes
that
bore
the
appearance
of
having
been
waxed
,
was
stooping
over
his
work
of
making
fair
copies
of
the
notes
of
the
other
two
gentlemen
,
for
Mr
.
Jaggers
’
s
own
use
.
This
was
all
the
establishment
.
When
we
went
down
stairs
again
,
Wemmick
led
me
into
my
guardian
’
s
room
,
and
said
,
"
This
you
’
ve
seen
already
.
"
"
Pray
,
"
said
I
,
as
the
two
odious
casts
with
the
twitchy
leer
upon
them
caught
my
sight
again
,
"
whose
likenesses
are
those
?
"
"
These
?
"
said
Wemmick
,
getting
upon
a
chair
,
and
blowing
the
dust
off
the
horrible
heads
before
bringing
them
down
.
"
These
are
two
celebrated
ones
.
Famous
clients
of
ours
that
got
us
a
world
of
credit
.
This
chap
(
why
you
must
have
come
down
in
the
night
and
been
peeping
into
the
inkstand
,
to
get
this
blot
upon
your
eyebrow
,
you
old
rascal
!
)
murdered
his
master
,
and
,
considering
that
he
wasn
’
t
brought
up
to
evidence
,
didn
’
t
plan
it
badly
.
"
