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Mr
Pancks
,
being
by
that
time
quite
ready
for
a
start
,
got
under
steam
in
a
moment
,
and
,
without
any
other
signal
or
ceremony
,
was
snorting
down
the
step
-
ladder
and
working
into
Bleeding
Heart
Yard
,
before
he
seemed
to
be
well
out
of
the
counting
-
house
.
Throughout
the
remainder
of
the
day
,
Bleeding
Heart
Yard
was
in
consternation
,
as
the
grim
Pancks
cruised
in
it
;
haranguing
the
inhabitants
on
their
backslidings
in
respect
of
payment
,
demanding
his
bond
,
breathing
notices
to
quit
and
executions
,
running
down
defaulters
,
sending
a
swell
of
terror
on
before
him
,
and
leaving
it
in
his
wake
.
Knots
of
people
,
impelled
by
a
fatal
attraction
,
lurked
outside
any
house
in
which
he
was
known
to
be
,
listening
for
fragments
of
his
discourses
to
the
inmates
;
and
,
when
he
was
rumoured
to
be
coming
down
the
stairs
,
often
could
not
disperse
so
quickly
but
that
he
would
be
prematurely
in
among
them
,
demanding
their
own
arrears
,
and
rooting
them
to
the
spot
.
Throughout
the
remainder
of
the
day
,
Mr
Pancks
’
s
What
were
they
up
to
?
and
What
did
they
mean
by
it
?
sounded
all
over
the
Yard
.
Mr
Pancks
wouldn
’
t
hear
of
excuses
,
wouldn
’
t
hear
of
complaints
,
wouldn
’
t
hear
of
repairs
,
wouldn
’
t
hear
of
anything
but
unconditional
money
down
.
Perspiring
and
puffing
and
darting
about
in
eccentric
directions
,
and
becoming
hotter
and
dingier
every
moment
,
he
lashed
the
tide
of
the
yard
into
a
most
agitated
and
turbid
state
.
It
had
not
settled
down
into
calm
water
again
full
two
hours
after
he
had
been
seen
fuming
away
on
the
horizon
at
the
top
of
the
steps
There
were
several
small
assemblages
of
the
Bleeding
Hearts
at
the
popular
points
of
meeting
in
the
Yard
that
night
,
among
whom
it
was
universally
agreed
that
Mr
Pancks
was
a
hard
man
to
have
to
do
with
;
and
that
it
was
much
to
be
regretted
,
so
it
was
,
that
a
gentleman
like
Mr
Casby
should
put
his
rents
in
his
hands
,
and
never
know
him
in
his
true
light
.
For
(
said
the
Bleeding
Hearts
)
,
if
a
gentleman
with
that
head
of
hair
and
them
eyes
took
his
rents
into
his
own
hands
,
ma
’
am
,
there
would
be
none
of
this
worriting
and
wearing
,
and
things
would
be
very
different
.
At
which
identical
evening
hour
and
minute
,
the
Patriarch
—
who
had
floated
serenely
through
the
Yard
in
the
forenoon
before
the
harrying
began
,
with
the
express
design
of
getting
up
this
trustfulness
in
his
shining
bumps
and
silken
locks
—
at
which
identical
hour
and
minute
,
that
first
-
rate
humbug
of
a
thousand
guns
was
heavily
floundering
in
the
little
Dock
of
his
exhausted
Tug
at
home
,
and
was
saying
,
as
he
turned
his
thumbs
:
‘
A
very
bad
day
’
s
work
,
Pancks
,
very
bad
day
’
s
work
.
It
seems
to
me
,
sir
,
and
I
must
insist
on
making
this
observation
forcibly
in
justice
to
myself
,
that
you
ought
to
have
got
much
more
money
,
much
more
money
.
’
Little
Dorrit
received
a
call
that
same
evening
from
Mr
Plornish
,
who
,
having
intimated
that
he
wished
to
speak
to
her
privately
,
in
a
series
of
coughs
so
very
noticeable
as
to
favour
the
idea
that
her
father
,
as
regarded
her
seamstress
occupation
,
was
an
illustration
of
the
axiom
that
there
are
no
such
stone
-
blind
men
as
those
who
will
not
see
,
obtained
an
audience
with
her
on
the
common
staircase
outside
the
door
.
‘
There
’
s
been
a
lady
at
our
place
to
-
day
,
Miss
Dorrit
,
’
Plornish
growled
,
‘
and
another
one
along
with
her
as
is
a
old
wixen
if
ever
I
met
with
such
.
The
way
she
snapped
a
person
’
s
head
off
,
dear
me
!
’
The
mild
Plornish
was
at
first
quite
unable
to
get
his
mind
away
from
Mr
F
.
‘
s
Aunt
.
‘
For
,
’
said
he
,
to
excuse
himself
,
‘
she
is
,
I
do
assure
you
,
the
winegariest
party
.
’
At
length
,
by
a
great
effort
,
he
detached
himself
from
the
subject
sufficiently
to
observe
:
‘
But
she
’
s
neither
here
nor
there
just
at
present
.
The
other
lady
,
she
’
s
Mr
Casby
’
s
daughter
;
and
if
Mr
Casby
an
’
t
well
off
,
none
better
,
it
an
’
t
through
any
fault
of
Pancks
.
For
,
as
to
Pancks
,
he
does
,
he
really
does
,
he
does
indeed
!
’
