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"
A
man
can
’
t
help
his
feelings
,
Mr
.
Wemmick
,
"
pleaded
Mike
.
"
His
what
?
"
demanded
Wemmick
,
quite
savagely
.
"
Say
that
again
!
"
"
Now
look
here
my
man
,
"
said
Mr
.
Jaggers
,
advancing
a
step
,
and
pointing
to
the
door
.
"
Get
out
of
this
office
.
I
’
ll
have
no
feelings
here
.
Get
out
.
"
"
It
serves
you
right
,
"
said
Wemmick
,
"
Get
out
.
"
So
,
the
unfortunate
Mike
very
humbly
withdrew
,
and
Mr
.
Jaggers
and
Wemmick
appeared
to
have
re
-
established
their
good
understanding
,
and
went
to
work
again
with
an
air
of
refreshment
upon
them
as
if
they
had
just
had
lunch
.
From
Little
Britain
I
went
,
with
my
check
in
my
pocket
,
to
Miss
Skiffins
’
s
brother
,
the
accountant
;
and
Miss
Skiffins
’
s
brother
,
the
accountant
,
going
straight
to
Clarriker
’
s
and
bringing
Clarriker
to
me
,
I
had
the
great
satisfaction
of
concluding
that
arrangement
.
It
was
the
only
good
thing
I
had
done
,
and
the
only
completed
thing
I
had
done
,
since
I
was
first
apprised
of
my
great
expectations
.
Clarriker
informing
me
on
that
occasion
that
the
affairs
of
the
House
were
steadily
progressing
,
that
he
would
now
be
able
to
establish
a
small
branch
-
house
in
the
East
which
was
much
wanted
for
the
extension
of
the
business
,
and
that
Herbert
in
his
new
partnership
capacity
would
go
out
and
take
charge
of
it
,
I
found
that
I
must
have
prepared
for
a
separation
from
my
friend
,
even
though
my
own
affairs
had
been
more
settled
.
And
now
,
indeed
,
I
felt
as
if
my
last
anchor
were
loosening
its
hold
,
and
I
should
soon
be
driving
with
the
winds
and
waves
.
But
there
was
recompense
in
the
joy
with
which
Herbert
would
come
home
of
a
night
and
tell
me
of
these
changes
,
little
imagining
that
he
told
me
no
news
,
and
would
sketch
airy
pictures
of
himself
conducting
Clara
Barley
to
the
land
of
the
Arabian
Nights
,
and
of
me
going
out
to
join
them
(
with
a
caravan
of
camels
,
I
believe
)
,
and
of
our
all
going
up
the
Nile
and
seeing
wonders
.
Without
being
sanguine
as
to
my
own
part
in
those
bright
plans
,
I
felt
that
Herbert
’
s
way
was
clearing
fast
,
and
that
old
Bill
Barley
had
but
to
stick
to
his
pepper
and
rum
,
and
his
daughter
would
soon
be
happily
provided
for
.
We
had
now
got
into
the
month
of
March
.
My
left
arm
,
though
it
presented
no
bad
symptoms
,
took
,
in
the
natural
course
,
so
long
to
heal
that
I
was
still
unable
to
get
a
coat
on
.
My
right
arm
was
tolerably
restored
;
disfigured
,
but
fairly
serviceable
.
