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Such
was
the
substance
of
Clennam
’
s
discoveries
concerning
him
,
made
that
rainy
Sunday
afternoon
and
afterwards
.
About
an
hour
or
so
after
dinner
time
,
Young
Barnacle
appeared
,
attended
by
his
eye
-
glass
;
in
honour
of
whose
family
connections
,
Mr
Meagles
had
cashiered
the
pretty
parlour
-
maids
for
the
day
,
and
had
placed
on
duty
in
their
stead
two
dingy
men
.
Young
Barnacle
was
in
the
last
degree
amazed
and
disconcerted
at
sight
of
Arthur
,
and
had
murmured
involuntarily
,
‘
Look
here
!
upon
my
soul
,
you
know
!
’
before
his
presence
of
mind
returned
.
Even
then
,
he
was
obliged
to
embrace
the
earliest
opportunity
of
taking
his
friend
into
a
window
,
and
saying
,
in
a
nasal
way
that
was
a
part
of
his
general
debility
:
‘
I
want
to
speak
to
you
,
Gowan
.
I
say
.
Look
here
.
Who
is
that
fellow
?
’
‘
A
friend
of
our
host
’
s
.
None
of
mine
.
’
‘
He
’
s
a
most
ferocious
Radical
,
you
know
,
’
said
Young
Barnacle
.
‘
Is
he
?
How
do
you
know
?
’
‘
Ecod
,
sir
,
he
was
Pitching
into
our
people
the
other
day
in
the
most
tremendous
manner
.
Went
up
to
our
place
and
Pitched
into
my
father
to
that
extent
that
it
was
necessary
to
order
him
out
.
Came
back
to
our
Department
,
and
Pitched
into
me
.
Look
here
.
You
never
saw
such
a
fellow
.
’
‘
What
did
he
want
?
’
