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He
was
at
a
loss
to
understand
what
she
meant
;
and
by
expressing
as
much
in
his
looks
,
elicited
her
explanation
.
‘
It
ain
’
t
many
that
comes
into
a
poor
place
,
that
deems
it
worth
their
while
to
move
their
hats
,
’
said
Mrs
Plornish
.
‘
But
people
think
more
of
it
than
people
think
.
’
Clennam
returned
,
with
an
uncomfortable
feeling
in
so
very
slight
a
courtesy
being
unusual
,
Was
that
all
!
And
stooping
down
to
pinch
the
cheek
of
another
young
child
who
was
sitting
on
the
floor
,
staring
at
him
,
asked
Mrs
Plornish
how
old
that
fine
boy
was
?
‘
Four
year
just
turned
,
sir
,
’
said
Mrs
Plornish
.
‘
He
is
a
fine
little
fellow
,
ain
’
t
he
,
sir
?
But
this
one
is
rather
sickly
.
’
She
tenderly
hushed
the
baby
in
her
arms
,
as
she
said
it
.
‘
You
wouldn
’
t
mind
my
asking
if
it
happened
to
be
a
job
as
you
was
come
about
,
sir
,
would
you
?
’
asked
Mrs
Plornish
wistfully
.
She
asked
it
so
anxiously
,
that
if
he
had
been
in
possession
of
any
kind
of
tenement
,
he
would
have
had
it
plastered
a
foot
deep
rather
than
answer
No
.
But
he
was
obliged
to
answer
No
;
and
he
saw
a
shade
of
disappointment
on
her
face
,
as
she
checked
a
sigh
,
and
looked
at
the
low
fire
.
Then
he
saw
,
also
,
that
Mrs
Plornish
was
a
young
woman
,
made
somewhat
slatternly
in
herself
and
her
belongings
by
poverty
;
and
so
dragged
at
by
poverty
and
the
children
together
,
that
their
united
forces
had
already
dragged
her
face
into
wrinkles
.
‘
All
such
things
as
jobs
,
’
said
Mrs
Plornish
,
‘
seems
to
me
to
have
gone
underground
,
they
do
indeed
.
’
(
Herein
Mrs
Plornish
limited
her
remark
to
the
plastering
trade
,
and
spoke
without
reference
to
the
Circumlocution
Office
and
the
Barnacle
Family
.
)
‘
Is
it
so
difficult
to
get
work
?
’
asked
Arthur
Clennam
.
‘
Plornish
finds
it
so
,
’
she
returned
.
‘
He
is
quite
unfortunate
.
Really
he
is
.
’
Really
he
was
.
He
was
one
of
those
many
wayfarers
on
the
road
of
life
,
who
seem
to
be
afflicted
with
supernatural
corns
,
rendering
it
impossible
for
them
to
keep
up
even
with
their
lame
competitors
.
A
willing
,
working
,
soft
hearted
,
not
hard
-
headed
fellow
,
Plornish
took
his
fortune
as
smoothly
as
could
be
expected
;
but
it
was
a
rough
one
.
It
so
rarely
happened
that
anybody
seemed
to
want
him
,
it
was
such
an
exceptional
case
when
his
powers
were
in
any
request
,
that
his
misty
mind
could
not
make
out
how
it
happened
.
He
took
it
as
it
came
,
therefore
;
he
tumbled
into
all
kinds
of
difficulties
,
and
tumbled
out
of
them
;
and
,
by
tumbling
through
life
,
got
himself
considerably
bruised
.
