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‘
But
I
say
.
Look
here
!
You
haven
’
t
got
any
appointment
,
you
know
,
’
said
Barnacle
Junior
.
(
By
this
time
he
had
found
the
eye
-
glass
,
and
put
it
up
again
.
)
‘
No
,
’
said
Arthur
Clennam
.
‘
That
is
what
I
wish
to
have
.
’
‘
But
I
say
.
Look
here
!
Is
this
public
business
?
’
asked
Barnacle
junior
.
(
Click
!
Eye
-
glass
down
again
.
Barnacle
Junior
in
that
state
of
search
after
it
that
Mr
Clennam
felt
it
useless
to
reply
at
present
.
)
‘
Is
it
,
’
said
Barnacle
junior
,
taking
heed
of
his
visitor
’
s
brown
face
,
‘
anything
about
—
Tonnage
—
or
that
sort
of
thing
?
’
(
Pausing
for
a
reply
,
he
opened
his
right
eye
with
his
hand
,
and
stuck
his
glass
in
it
,
in
that
inflammatory
manner
that
his
eye
began
watering
dreadfully
.
)
‘
No
,
’
said
Arthur
,
‘
it
is
nothing
about
tonnage
.
’
‘
Then
look
here
.
Is
it
private
business
?
’
‘
I
really
am
not
sure
.
It
relates
to
a
Mr
Dorrit
.
’
