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Mr
Barnacle
made
him
a
severe
bow
,
as
a
wounded
man
of
family
,
a
wounded
man
of
place
,
and
a
wounded
man
of
a
gentlemanly
residence
,
all
rolled
into
one
;
and
he
made
Mr
Barnacle
a
bow
,
and
was
shut
out
into
Mews
Street
by
the
flabby
footman
.
Having
got
to
this
pass
,
he
resolved
as
an
exercise
in
perseverance
,
to
betake
himself
again
to
the
Circumlocution
Office
,
and
try
what
satisfaction
he
could
get
there
.
So
he
went
back
to
the
Circumlocution
Office
,
and
once
more
sent
up
his
card
to
Barnacle
junior
by
a
messenger
who
took
it
very
ill
indeed
that
he
should
come
back
again
,
and
who
was
eating
mashed
potatoes
and
gravy
behind
a
partition
by
the
hall
fire
.
He
was
readmitted
to
the
presence
of
Barnacle
junior
,
and
found
that
young
gentleman
singeing
his
knees
now
,
and
gaping
his
weary
way
on
to
four
o
’
clock
.
‘
I
say
.
Look
here
.
You
stick
to
us
in
a
devil
of
a
manner
,
’
Said
Barnacle
junior
,
looking
over
his
shoulder
.
‘
I
want
to
know
—
’
‘
Look
here
.
Upon
my
soul
you
mustn
’
t
come
into
the
place
saying
you
want
to
know
,
you
know
,
’
remonstrated
Barnacle
junior
,
turning
about
and
putting
up
the
eye
-
glass
.
‘
I
want
to
know
,
’
said
Arthur
Clennam
,
who
had
made
up
his
mind
to
persistence
in
one
short
form
of
words
,
‘
the
precise
nature
of
the
claim
of
the
Crown
against
a
prisoner
for
debt
,
named
Dorrit
.
’
‘
I
say
.
Look
here
.
You
really
are
going
it
at
a
great
pace
,
you
know
.
Egad
,
you
haven
’
t
got
an
appointment
,
’
said
Barnacle
junior
,
as
if
the
thing
were
growing
serious
.
‘
I
want
to
know
,
’
said
Arthur
,
and
repeated
his
case
.
