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‘
You
may
call
it
so
,
if
you
like
—
and
each
of
you
will
be
a
right
hand
to
the
other
.
Here
’
s
my
own
right
hand
upon
it
,
as
a
practical
man
,
to
both
of
you
.
’
The
purchase
was
completed
within
a
month
.
It
left
Arthur
in
possession
of
private
personal
means
not
exceeding
a
few
hundred
pounds
;
but
it
opened
to
him
an
active
and
promising
career
.
The
three
friends
dined
together
on
the
auspicious
occasion
;
the
factory
and
the
factory
wives
and
children
made
holiday
and
dined
too
;
even
Bleeding
Heart
Yard
dined
and
was
full
of
meat
.
Two
months
had
barely
gone
by
in
all
,
when
Bleeding
Heart
Yard
had
become
so
familiar
with
short
-
commons
again
,
that
the
treat
was
forgotten
there
;
when
nothing
seemed
new
in
the
partnership
but
the
paint
of
the
inscription
on
the
door
-
posts
,
DOYCE
AND
CLENNAM
;
when
it
appeared
even
to
Clennam
himself
,
that
he
had
had
the
affairs
of
the
firm
in
his
mind
for
years
.
The
little
counting
-
house
reserved
for
his
own
occupation
,
was
a
room
of
wood
and
glass
at
the
end
of
a
long
low
workshop
,
filled
with
benches
,
and
vices
,
and
tools
,
and
straps
,
and
wheels
;
which
,
when
they
were
in
gear
with
the
steam
-
engine
,
went
tearing
round
as
though
they
had
a
suicidal
mission
to
grind
the
business
to
dust
and
tear
the
factory
to
pieces
.
A
communication
of
great
trap
-
doors
in
the
floor
and
roof
with
the
workshop
above
and
the
workshop
below
,
made
a
shaft
of
light
in
this
perspective
,
which
brought
to
Clennam
’
s
mind
the
child
’
s
old
picture
-
book
,
where
similar
rays
were
the
witnesses
of
Abel
’
s
murder
.
The
noises
were
sufficiently
removed
and
shut
out
from
the
counting
-
house
to
blend
into
a
busy
hum
,
interspersed
with
periodical
clinks
and
thumps
.
The
patient
figures
at
work
were
swarthy
with
the
filings
of
iron
and
steel
that
danced
on
every
bench
and
bubbled
up
through
every
chink
in
the
planking
.
The
workshop
was
arrived
at
by
a
step
-
ladder
from
the
outer
yard
below
,
where
it
served
as
a
shelter
for
the
large
grindstone
where
tools
were
sharpened
.
The
whole
had
at
once
a
fanciful
and
practical
air
in
Clennam
’
s
eyes
,
which
was
a
welcome
change
;
and
,
as
often
as
he
raised
them
from
his
first
work
of
getting
the
array
of
business
documents
into
perfect
order
,
he
glanced
at
these
things
with
a
feeling
of
pleasure
in
his
pursuit
that
was
new
to
him
.
Raising
his
eyes
thus
one
day
,
he
was
surprised
to
see
a
bonnet
labouring
up
the
step
-
ladder
.
The
unusual
apparition
was
followed
by
another
bonnet
.
He
then
perceived
that
the
first
bonnet
was
on
the
head
of
Mr
F
.
‘
s
Aunt
,
and
that
the
second
bonnet
was
on
the
head
of
Flora
,
who
seemed
to
have
propelled
her
legacy
up
the
steep
ascent
with
considerable
difficulty
.
Though
not
altogether
enraptured
at
the
sight
of
these
visitors
,
Clennam
lost
no
time
in
opening
the
counting
-
house
door
,
and
extricating
them
from
the
workshop
;
a
rescue
which
was
rendered
the
more
necessary
by
Mr
F
.
‘
s
Aunt
already
stumbling
over
some
impediment
,
and
menacing
steam
power
as
an
Institution
with
a
stony
reticule
she
carried
.
‘
Good
gracious
,
Arthur
,
—
I
should
say
Mr
Clennam
,
far
more
proper
—
the
climb
we
have
had
to
get
up
here
and
how
ever
to
get
down
again
without
a
fire
-
escape
and
Mr
F
.
‘
s
Aunt
slipping
through
the
steps
and
bruised
all
over
and
you
in
the
machinery
and
foundry
way
too
only
think
,
and
never
told
us
!
’
Thus
,
Flora
,
out
of
breath
.
Meanwhile
,
Mr
F
.
‘
s
Aunt
rubbed
her
esteemed
insteps
with
her
umbrella
,
and
vindictively
glared
.
‘
Most
unkind
never
to
have
come
back
to
see
us
since
that
day
,
though
naturally
it
was
not
to
be
expected
that
there
should
be
any
attraction
at
our
house
and
you
were
much
more
pleasantly
engaged
,
that
’
s
pretty
certain
,
and
is
she
fair
or
dark
blue
eyes
or
black
I
wonder
,
not
that
I
expect
that
she
should
be
anything
but
a
perfect
contrast
to
me
in
all
particulars
for
I
am
a
disappointment
as
I
very
well
know
and
you
are
quite
right
to
be
devoted
no
doubt
though
what
I
am
saying
Arthur
never
mind
I
hardly
know
myself
Good
gracious
!
’
