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This
touch
and
go
young
Barnacle
had
‘
got
up
’
the
Department
in
a
private
secretaryship
,
that
he
might
be
ready
for
any
little
bit
of
fat
that
came
to
hand
;
and
he
fully
understood
the
Department
to
be
a
politico
-
diplomatic
hocus
pocus
piece
of
machinery
for
the
assistance
of
the
nobs
in
keeping
off
the
snobs
.
This
dashing
young
Barnacle
,
in
a
word
,
was
likely
to
become
a
statesman
,
and
to
make
a
figure
.
‘
When
the
business
is
regularly
before
that
Department
,
whatever
it
is
,
’
pursued
this
bright
young
Barnacle
,
‘
then
you
can
watch
it
from
time
to
time
through
that
Department
.
When
it
comes
regularly
before
this
Department
,
then
you
must
watch
it
from
time
to
time
through
this
Department
.
We
shall
have
to
refer
it
right
and
left
;
and
when
we
refer
it
anywhere
,
then
you
’
ll
have
to
look
it
up
.
When
it
comes
back
to
us
at
any
time
,
then
you
had
better
look
us
up
.
When
it
sticks
anywhere
,
you
’
ll
have
to
try
to
give
it
a
jog
.
When
you
write
to
another
Department
about
it
,
and
then
to
this
Department
about
it
,
and
don
’
t
hear
anything
satisfactory
about
it
,
why
then
you
had
better
—
keep
on
writing
.
’
Arthur
Clennam
looked
very
doubtful
indeed
.
‘
But
I
am
obliged
to
you
at
any
rate
,
’
said
he
,
‘
for
your
politeness
.
’
‘
Not
at
all
,
’
replied
this
engaging
young
Barnacle
.
‘
Try
the
thing
,
and
see
how
you
like
it
.
It
will
be
in
your
power
to
give
it
up
at
any
time
,
if
you
don
’
t
like
it
.
You
had
better
take
a
lot
of
forms
away
with
you
.
Give
him
a
lot
of
forms
!
’
With
which
instruction
to
number
two
,
this
sparkling
young
Barnacle
took
a
fresh
handful
of
papers
from
numbers
one
and
three
,
and
carried
them
into
the
sanctuary
to
offer
to
the
presiding
Idol
of
the
Circumlocution
Office
.
Arthur
Clennam
put
his
forms
in
his
pocket
gloomily
enough
,
and
went
his
way
down
the
long
stone
passage
and
the
long
stone
staircase
.
He
had
come
to
the
swing
doors
leading
into
the
street
,
and
was
waiting
,
not
over
patiently
,
for
two
people
who
were
between
him
and
them
to
pass
out
and
let
him
follow
,
when
the
voice
of
one
of
them
struck
familiarly
on
his
ear
.
He
looked
at
the
speaker
and
recognised
Mr
Meagles
.
Mr
Meagles
was
very
red
in
the
face
—
redder
than
travel
could
have
made
him
—
and
collaring
a
short
man
who
was
with
him
,
said
,
‘
come
out
,
you
rascal
,
come
Out
!
’
It
was
such
an
unexpected
hearing
,
and
it
was
also
such
an
unexpected
sight
to
see
Mr
Meagles
burst
the
swing
doors
open
,
and
emerge
into
the
street
with
the
short
man
,
who
was
of
an
unoffending
appearance
,
that
Clennam
stood
still
for
the
moment
exchanging
looks
of
surprise
with
the
porter
.
He
followed
,
however
,
quickly
;
and
saw
Mr
Meagles
going
down
the
street
with
his
enemy
at
his
side
.
He
soon
came
up
with
his
old
travelling
companion
,
and
touched
him
on
the
back
.
The
choleric
face
which
Mr
Meagles
turned
upon
him
smoothed
when
he
saw
who
it
was
,
and
he
put
out
his
friendly
hand
.
‘
How
are
you
?
’
said
Mr
Meagles
.
‘
How
d
’
ye
do
?
I
have
only
just
come
over
from
abroad
.
I
am
glad
to
see
you
.
’
‘
And
I
am
rejoiced
to
see
you
.
’
‘
Thank
’
ee
.
