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No
.
It
was
not
a
selfish
fear
or
hesitation
that
rendered
him
uneasy
,
but
a
mistrust
lest
Pancks
might
not
observe
his
part
of
the
understanding
between
them
,
and
,
making
any
discovery
,
might
take
some
course
upon
it
without
imparting
it
to
him
.
On
the
other
hand
,
when
he
recalled
his
conversation
with
Pancks
,
and
the
little
reason
he
had
to
suppose
that
there
was
any
likelihood
of
that
strange
personage
being
on
that
track
at
all
,
there
were
times
when
he
wondered
that
he
made
so
much
of
it
.
Labouring
in
this
sea
,
as
all
barks
labour
in
cross
seas
,
he
tossed
about
and
came
to
no
haven
.
The
removal
of
Little
Dorrit
herself
from
their
customary
association
,
did
not
mend
the
matter
.
She
was
so
much
out
,
and
so
much
in
her
own
room
,
that
he
began
to
miss
her
and
to
find
a
blank
in
her
place
.
He
had
written
to
her
to
inquire
if
she
were
better
,
and
she
had
written
back
,
very
gratefully
and
earnestly
telling
him
not
to
be
uneasy
on
her
behalf
,
for
she
was
quite
well
;
but
he
had
not
seen
her
,
for
what
,
in
their
intercourse
,
was
a
long
time
.
He
returned
home
one
evening
from
an
interview
with
her
father
,
who
had
mentioned
that
she
was
out
visiting
—
which
was
what
he
always
said
when
she
was
hard
at
work
to
buy
his
supper
—
and
found
Mr
Meagles
in
an
excited
state
walking
up
and
down
his
room
.
On
his
opening
the
door
,
Mr
Meagles
stopped
,
faced
round
,
and
said
:
‘
Clennam
!
—
Tattycoram
!
’
‘
What
’
s
the
matter
?
’
‘
Lost
!
’
‘
Why
,
bless
my
heart
alive
!
’
cried
Clennam
in
amazement
.
‘
What
do
you
mean
?
’
‘
Wouldn
’
t
count
five
-
and
-
twenty
,
sir
;
couldn
’
t
be
got
to
do
it
;
stopped
at
eight
,
and
took
herself
off
.
’
‘
Left
your
house
?
’
‘
Never
to
come
back
,
’
said
Mr
Meagles
,
shaking
his
head
.
‘
You
don
’
t
know
that
girl
’
s
passionate
and
proud
character
.
A
team
of
horses
couldn
’
t
draw
her
back
now
;
the
bolts
and
bars
of
the
old
Bastille
couldn
’
t
keep
her
.
’
