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‘
It
’
s
not
for
want
of
looking
after
jobs
,
I
am
sure
,
’
said
Mrs
Plornish
,
lifting
up
her
eyebrows
,
and
searching
for
a
solution
of
the
problem
between
the
bars
of
the
grate
;
‘
nor
yet
for
want
of
working
at
them
when
they
are
to
be
got
.
No
one
ever
heard
my
husband
complain
of
work
.
’
Somehow
or
other
,
this
was
the
general
misfortune
of
Bleeding
Heart
Yard
.
From
time
to
time
there
were
public
complaints
,
pathetically
going
about
,
of
labour
being
scarce
—
which
certain
people
seemed
to
take
extraordinarily
ill
,
as
though
they
had
an
absolute
right
to
it
on
their
own
terms
—
but
Bleeding
Heart
Yard
,
though
as
willing
a
Yard
as
any
in
Britain
,
was
never
the
better
for
the
demand
.
That
high
old
family
,
the
Barnacles
,
had
long
been
too
busy
with
their
great
principle
to
look
into
the
matter
;
and
indeed
the
matter
had
nothing
to
do
with
their
watchfulness
in
out
-
generalling
all
other
high
old
families
except
the
Stiltstalkings
.
While
Mrs
Plornish
spoke
in
these
words
of
her
absent
lord
,
her
lord
returned
.
A
smooth
-
cheeked
,
fresh
-
coloured
,
sandy
-
whiskered
man
of
thirty
.
Long
in
the
legs
,
yielding
at
the
knees
,
foolish
in
the
face
,
flannel
-
jacketed
,
lime
-
whitened
.
‘
This
is
Plornish
,
sir
.
’
‘
I
came
,
’
said
Clennam
,
rising
,
‘
to
beg
the
favour
of
a
little
conversation
with
you
on
the
subject
of
the
Dorrit
family
.
’
Plornish
became
suspicious
.
Seemed
to
scent
a
creditor
.
Said
,
‘
Ah
,
yes
.
Well
.
He
didn
’
t
know
what
satisfaction
he
could
give
any
gentleman
,
respecting
that
family
.
What
might
it
be
about
,
now
?
’
‘
I
know
you
better
,
’
said
Clennam
,
smiling
,
‘
than
you
suppose
.
’
Plornish
observed
,
not
smiling
in
return
,
And
yet
he
hadn
’
t
the
pleasure
of
being
acquainted
with
the
gentleman
,
neither
.
‘
No
,
’
said
Arthur
,
‘
I
know
your
kind
offices
at
second
hand
,
but
on
the
best
authority
;
through
Little
Dorrit
.
—
I
mean
,
’
he
explained
,
‘
Miss
Dorrit
.
’
