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‘
Yes
,
assuredly
;
I
want
to
give
her
another
chance
;
Mother
and
Pet
want
to
give
her
another
chance
;
come
!
You
yourself
,
’
said
Mr
Meagles
,
persuasively
,
as
if
the
provocation
to
be
angry
were
not
his
own
at
all
,
‘
want
to
give
the
poor
passionate
girl
another
chance
,
I
know
,
Clennam
.
’
‘
It
would
be
strange
and
hard
indeed
if
I
did
not
,
’
said
Clennam
,
‘
when
you
are
all
so
forgiving
.
What
I
was
going
to
ask
you
was
,
have
you
thought
of
that
Miss
Wade
?
’
‘
I
have
.
I
did
not
think
of
her
until
I
had
pervaded
the
whole
of
our
neighbourhood
,
and
I
don
’
t
know
that
I
should
have
done
so
then
but
for
finding
Mother
and
Pet
,
when
I
went
home
,
full
of
the
idea
that
Tattycoram
must
have
gone
to
her
.
Then
,
of
course
,
I
recalled
what
she
said
that
day
at
dinner
when
you
were
first
with
us
.
’
‘
Have
you
any
idea
where
Miss
Wade
is
to
be
found
?
’
‘
To
tell
you
the
truth
,
’
returned
Mr
Meagles
,
‘
it
’
s
because
I
have
an
addled
jumble
of
a
notion
on
that
subject
that
you
found
me
waiting
here
.
There
is
one
of
those
odd
impressions
in
my
house
,
which
do
mysteriously
get
into
houses
sometimes
,
which
nobody
seems
to
have
picked
up
in
a
distinct
form
from
anybody
,
and
yet
which
everybody
seems
to
have
got
hold
of
loosely
from
somebody
and
let
go
again
,
that
she
lives
,
or
was
living
,
thereabouts
.
’
Mr
Meagles
handed
him
a
slip
of
paper
,
on
which
was
written
the
name
of
one
of
the
dull
by
-
streets
in
the
Grosvenor
region
,
near
Park
Lane
.
‘
Here
is
no
number
,
’
said
Arthur
looking
over
it
.
‘
No
number
,
my
dear
Clennam
?
’
returned
his
friend
.
‘
No
anything
!
The
very
name
of
the
street
may
have
been
floating
in
the
air
;
for
,
as
I
tell
you
,
none
of
my
people
can
say
where
they
got
it
from
.
However
,
it
’
s
worth
an
inquiry
;
and
as
I
would
rather
make
it
in
company
than
alone
,
and
as
you
too
were
a
fellow
-
traveller
of
that
immovable
woman
’
s
,
I
thought
perhaps
—
’
Clennam
finished
the
sentence
for
him
by
taking
up
his
hat
again
,
and
saying
he
was
ready
.
It
was
now
summer
-
time
;
a
grey
,
hot
,
dusty
evening
.
They
rode
to
the
top
of
Oxford
Street
,
and
there
alighting
,
dived
in
among
the
great
streets
of
melancholy
stateliness
,
and
the
little
streets
that
try
to
be
as
stately
and
succeed
in
being
more
melancholy
,
of
which
there
is
a
labyrinth
near
Park
Lane
.
Wildernesses
of
corner
houses
,
with
barbarous
old
porticoes
and
appurtenances
;
horrors
that
came
into
existence
under
some
wrong
-
headed
person
in
some
wrong
-
headed
time
,
still
demanding
the
blind
admiration
of
all
ensuing
generations
and
determined
to
do
so
until
they
tumbled
down
;
frowned
upon
the
twilight
.
Parasite
little
tenements
,
with
the
cramp
in
their
whole
frame
,
from
the
dwarf
hall
-
door
on
the
giant
model
of
His
Grace
’
s
in
the
Square
to
the
squeezed
window
of
the
boudoir
commanding
the
dunghills
in
the
Mews
,
made
the
evening
doleful
.
Rickety
dwellings
of
undoubted
fashion
,
but
of
a
capacity
to
hold
nothing
comfortably
except
a
dismal
smell
,
looked
like
the
last
result
of
the
great
mansions
’
breeding
in
-
and
-
in
;
and
,
where
their
little
supplementary
bows
and
balconies
were
supported
on
thin
iron
columns
,
seemed
to
be
scrofulously
resting
upon
crutches
.
Here
and
there
a
Hatchment
,
with
the
whole
science
of
Heraldry
in
it
,
loomed
down
upon
the
street
,
like
an
Archbishop
discoursing
on
Vanity
.
The
shops
,
few
in
number
,
made
no
show
;
for
popular
opinion
was
as
nothing
to
them
.
The
pastrycook
knew
who
was
on
his
books
,
and
in
that
knowledge
could
be
calm
,
with
a
few
glass
cylinders
of
dowager
peppermint
-
drops
in
his
window
,
and
half
-
a
-
dozen
ancient
specimens
of
currant
-
jelly
.
A
few
oranges
formed
the
greengrocer
’
s
whole
concession
to
the
vulgar
mind
.
A
single
basket
made
of
moss
,
once
containing
plovers
’
eggs
,
held
all
that
the
poulterer
had
to
say
to
the
rabble
.
Everybody
in
those
streets
seemed
(
which
is
always
the
case
at
that
hour
and
season
)
to
be
gone
out
to
dinner
,
and
nobody
seemed
to
be
giving
the
dinners
they
had
gone
to
.
On
the
doorsteps
there
were
lounging
footmen
with
bright
parti
-
coloured
plumage
and
white
polls
,
like
an
extinct
race
of
monstrous
birds
;
and
butlers
,
solitary
men
of
recluse
demeanour
,
each
of
whom
appeared
distrustful
of
all
other
butlers
.
The
roll
of
carriages
in
the
Park
was
done
for
the
day
;
the
street
lamps
were
lighting
;
and
wicked
little
grooms
in
the
tightest
fitting
garments
,
with
twists
in
their
legs
answering
to
the
twists
in
their
minds
,
hung
about
in
pairs
,
chewing
straws
and
exchanging
fraudulent
secrets
.
