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It
was
uphill
work
for
a
foreigner
,
lame
or
sound
,
to
make
his
way
with
the
Bleeding
Hearts
.
In
the
first
place
,
they
were
vaguely
persuaded
that
every
foreigner
had
a
knife
about
him
;
in
the
second
,
they
held
it
to
be
a
sound
constitutional
national
axiom
that
he
ought
to
go
home
to
his
own
country
.
They
never
thought
of
inquiring
how
many
of
their
own
countrymen
would
be
returned
upon
their
hands
from
divers
parts
of
the
world
,
if
the
principle
were
generally
recognised
;
they
considered
it
particularly
and
peculiarly
British
.
In
the
third
place
,
they
had
a
notion
that
it
was
a
sort
of
Divine
visitation
upon
a
foreigner
that
he
was
not
an
Englishman
,
and
that
all
kinds
of
calamities
happened
to
his
country
because
it
did
things
that
England
did
not
,
and
did
not
do
things
that
England
did
.
In
this
belief
,
to
be
sure
,
they
had
long
been
carefully
trained
by
the
Barnacles
and
Stiltstalkings
,
who
were
always
proclaiming
to
them
,
officially
,
that
no
country
which
failed
to
submit
itself
to
those
two
large
families
could
possibly
hope
to
be
under
the
protection
of
Providence
;
and
who
,
when
they
believed
it
,
disparaged
them
in
private
as
the
most
prejudiced
people
under
the
sun
.
This
,
therefore
,
might
be
called
a
political
position
of
the
Bleeding
Hearts
;
but
they
entertained
other
objections
to
having
foreigners
in
the
Yard
.
They
believed
that
foreigners
were
always
badly
off
;
and
though
they
were
as
ill
off
themselves
as
they
could
desire
to
be
,
that
did
not
diminish
the
force
of
the
objection
.
They
believed
that
foreigners
were
dragooned
and
bayoneted
;
and
though
they
certainly
got
their
own
skulls
promptly
fractured
if
they
showed
any
ill
-
humour
,
still
it
was
with
a
blunt
instrument
,
and
that
didn
’
t
count
.
They
believed
that
foreigners
were
always
immoral
;
and
though
they
had
an
occasional
assize
at
home
,
and
now
and
then
a
divorce
case
or
so
,
that
had
nothing
to
do
with
it
.
They
believed
that
foreigners
had
no
independent
spirit
,
as
never
being
escorted
to
the
poll
in
droves
by
Lord
Decimus
Tite
Barnacle
,
with
colours
flying
and
the
tune
of
Rule
Britannia
playing
.
Not
to
be
tedious
,
they
had
many
other
beliefs
of
a
similar
kind
.
Against
these
obstacles
,
the
lame
foreigner
with
the
stick
had
to
make
head
as
well
as
he
could
;
not
absolutely
single
-
handed
,
because
Mr
Arthur
Clennam
had
recommended
him
to
the
Plornishes
(
he
lived
at
the
top
of
the
same
house
)
,
but
still
at
heavy
odds
.
However
,
the
Bleeding
Hearts
were
kind
hearts
;
and
when
they
saw
the
little
fellow
cheerily
limping
about
with
a
good
-
humoured
face
,
doing
no
harm
,
drawing
no
knives
,
committing
no
outrageous
immoralities
,
living
chiefly
on
farinaceous
and
milk
diet
,
and
playing
with
Mrs
Plornish
’
s
children
of
an
evening
,
they
began
to
think
that
although
he
could
never
hope
to
be
an
Englishman
,
still
it
would
be
hard
to
visit
that
affliction
on
his
head
.
They
began
to
accommodate
themselves
to
his
level
,
calling
him
‘
Mr
Baptist
,
’
but
treating
him
like
a
baby
,
and
laughing
immoderately
at
his
lively
gestures
and
his
childish
English
—
more
,
because
he
didn
’
t
mind
it
,
and
laughed
too
.
They
spoke
to
him
in
very
loud
voices
as
if
he
were
stone
deaf
.
They
constructed
sentences
,
by
way
of
teaching
him
the
language
in
its
purity
,
such
as
were
addressed
by
the
savages
to
Captain
Cook
,
or
by
Friday
to
Robinson
Crusoe
.
Mrs
Plornish
was
particularly
ingenious
in
this
art
;
and
attained
so
much
celebrity
for
saying
‘
Me
ope
you
leg
well
soon
,
’
that
it
was
considered
in
the
Yard
but
a
very
short
remove
indeed
from
speaking
Italian
.
Even
Mrs
Plornish
herself
began
to
think
that
she
had
a
natural
call
towards
that
language
.
As
he
became
more
popular
,
household
objects
were
brought
into
requisition
for
his
instruction
in
a
copious
vocabulary
;
and
whenever
he
appeared
in
the
Yard
ladies
would
fly
out
at
their
doors
crying
‘
Mr
Baptist
—
tea
-
pot
!
’
‘
Mr
Baptist
—
dust
-
pan
!
’
‘
Mr
Baptist
—
flour
-
dredger
!
’
‘
Mr
Baptist
—
coffee
-
biggin
!
’
At
the
same
time
exhibiting
those
articles
,
and
penetrating
him
with
a
sense
of
the
appalling
difficulties
of
the
Anglo
-
Saxon
tongue
.
It
was
in
this
stage
of
his
progress
,
and
in
about
the
third
week
of
his
occupation
,
that
Mr
Pancks
’
s
fancy
became
attracted
by
the
little
man
.
Mounting
to
his
attic
,
attended
by
Mrs
Plornish
as
interpreter
,
he
found
Mr
Baptist
with
no
furniture
but
his
bed
on
the
ground
,
a
table
,
and
a
chair
,
carving
with
the
aid
of
a
few
simple
tools
,
in
the
blithest
way
possible
.
‘
Now
,
old
chap
,
’
said
Mr
Pancks
,
‘
pay
up
!
’
He
had
his
money
ready
,
folded
in
a
scrap
of
paper
,
and
laughingly
handed
it
in
;
then
with
a
free
action
,
threw
out
as
many
fingers
of
his
right
hand
as
there
were
shillings
,
and
made
a
cut
crosswise
in
the
air
for
an
odd
sixpence
.
‘
Oh
!
’
said
Mr
Pancks
,
watching
him
,
wonderingly
.
‘
That
’
s
it
,
is
it
?
You
’
re
a
quick
customer
.
It
’
s
all
right
.
I
didn
’
t
expect
to
receive
it
,
though
.
’
