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The
shining
bald
head
,
which
looked
so
very
large
because
it
shone
so
much
;
and
the
long
grey
hair
at
its
sides
and
back
,
like
floss
silk
or
spun
glass
,
which
looked
so
very
benevolent
because
it
was
never
cut
;
were
not
,
of
course
,
to
be
seen
in
the
boy
as
in
the
old
man
.
Nevertheless
,
in
the
Seraphic
creature
with
the
haymaking
rake
,
were
clearly
to
be
discerned
the
rudiments
of
the
Patriarch
with
the
list
shoes
.
Patriarch
was
the
name
which
many
people
delighted
to
give
him
.
Various
old
ladies
in
the
neighbourhood
spoke
of
him
as
The
Last
of
the
Patriarchs
.
So
grey
,
so
slow
,
so
quiet
,
so
impassionate
,
so
very
bumpy
in
the
head
,
Patriarch
was
the
word
for
him
.
He
had
been
accosted
in
the
streets
,
and
respectfully
solicited
to
become
a
Patriarch
for
painters
and
for
sculptors
;
with
so
much
importunity
,
in
sooth
,
that
it
would
appear
to
be
beyond
the
Fine
Arts
to
remember
the
points
of
a
Patriarch
,
or
to
invent
one
.
Philanthropists
of
both
sexes
had
asked
who
he
was
,
and
on
being
informed
,
‘
Old
Christopher
Casby
,
formerly
Town
-
agent
to
Lord
Decimus
Tite
Barnacle
,
’
had
cried
in
a
rapture
of
disappointment
,
‘
Oh
!
why
,
with
that
head
,
is
he
not
a
benefactor
to
his
species
!
Oh
!
why
,
with
that
head
,
is
he
not
a
father
to
the
orphan
and
a
friend
to
the
friendless
!
’
With
that
head
,
however
,
he
remained
old
Christopher
Casby
,
proclaimed
by
common
report
rich
in
house
property
;
and
with
that
head
,
he
now
sat
in
his
silent
parlour
.
Indeed
it
would
be
the
height
of
unreason
to
expect
him
to
be
sitting
there
without
that
head
.
Arthur
Clennam
moved
to
attract
his
attention
,
and
the
grey
eyebrows
turned
towards
him
.
‘
I
beg
your
pardon
,
’
said
Clennam
,
‘
I
fear
you
did
not
hear
me
announced
?
’
‘
No
,
sir
,
I
did
not
.
Did
you
wish
to
see
me
,
sir
?
’
‘
I
wished
to
pay
my
respects
.
’
Mr
Casby
seemed
a
feather
’
s
weight
disappointed
by
the
last
words
,
having
perhaps
prepared
himself
for
the
visitor
’
s
wishing
to
pay
something
else
.
‘
Have
I
the
pleasure
,
sir
,
’
he
proceeded
—
‘
take
a
chair
,
if
you
please
—
have
I
the
pleasure
of
knowing
—
?
Ah
!
truly
,
yes
,
I
think
I
have
!
I
believe
I
am
not
mistaken
in
supposing
that
I
am
acquainted
with
those
features
?
I
think
I
address
a
gentleman
of
whose
return
to
this
country
I
was
informed
by
Mr
Flintwinch
?
’
‘
That
is
your
present
visitor
.
’
‘
Really
!
Mr
Clennam
?
’
‘
No
other
,
Mr
Casby
.
’
