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He
stood
dingily
smiling
,
and
breathing
hard
at
them
,
with
a
most
curious
air
;
as
if
,
instead
of
being
his
proprietor
’
s
grubber
,
he
were
the
triumphant
proprietor
of
the
Marshalsea
,
the
Marshal
,
all
the
turnkeys
,
and
all
the
Collegians
.
In
his
great
self
-
satisfaction
he
put
his
cigar
to
his
lips
(
being
evidently
no
smoker
)
,
and
took
such
a
pull
at
it
,
with
his
right
eye
shut
up
tight
for
the
purpose
,
that
he
underwent
a
convulsion
of
shuddering
and
choking
.
But
even
in
the
midst
of
that
paroxysm
,
he
still
essayed
to
repeat
his
favourite
introduction
of
himself
,
‘
Pa
-
ancks
the
gi
-
ipsy
,
fortune
-
telling
.
’
‘
I
am
spending
the
evening
with
the
rest
of
‘
em
,
’
said
Pancks
.
‘
I
’
ve
been
singing
.
I
’
ve
been
taking
a
part
in
White
sand
and
grey
sand
.
I
don
’
t
know
anything
about
it
.
Never
mind
.
I
’
ll
take
any
part
in
anything
.
It
’
s
all
the
same
,
if
you
’
re
loud
enough
.
’
At
first
Clennam
supposed
him
to
be
intoxicated
.
But
he
soon
perceived
that
though
he
might
be
a
little
the
worse
(
or
better
)
for
ale
,
the
staple
of
his
excitement
was
not
brewed
from
malt
,
or
distilled
from
any
grain
or
berry
.
‘
How
d
’
ye
do
,
Miss
Dorrit
?
’
said
Pancks
.
‘
I
thought
you
wouldn
’
t
mind
my
running
round
,
and
looking
in
for
a
moment
.
Mr
Clennam
I
heard
was
here
,
from
Mr
Dorrit
.
How
are
you
,
Sir
?
’
Clennam
thanked
him
,
and
said
he
was
glad
to
see
him
so
gay
.
‘
Gay
!
’
said
Pancks
.
‘
I
’
m
in
wonderful
feather
,
sir
.
I
can
’
t
stop
a
minute
,
or
I
shall
be
missed
,
and
I
don
’
t
want
‘
em
to
miss
me
.
—
Eh
,
Miss
Dorrit
?
’
He
seemed
to
have
an
insatiate
delight
in
appealing
to
her
and
looking
at
her
;
excitedly
sticking
his
hair
up
at
the
same
moment
,
like
a
dark
species
of
cockatoo
.
‘
I
haven
’
t
been
here
half
an
hour
.
I
knew
Mr
Dorrit
was
in
the
chair
,
and
I
said
,
“
I
’
ll
go
and
support
him
!
”
I
ought
to
be
down
in
Bleeding
Heart
Yard
by
rights
;
but
I
can
worry
them
to
-
morrow
.
—
Eh
,
Miss
Dorrit
?
’
