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‘
Understand
me
,
’
said
Pancks
,
extending
five
cropped
coaly
finger
-
nails
on
Arthur
’
s
arm
;
‘
I
don
’
t
mean
,
cut
his
throat
.
But
by
all
that
’
s
precious
,
if
he
goes
too
far
,
I
’
ll
cut
his
hair
!
’
Having
exhibited
himself
in
the
new
light
of
enunciating
this
tremendous
threat
,
Mr
Pancks
,
with
a
countenance
of
grave
import
,
snorted
several
times
and
steamed
away
.
The
shady
waiting
-
rooms
of
the
Circumlocution
Office
,
where
he
passed
a
good
deal
of
time
in
company
with
various
troublesome
Convicts
who
were
under
sentence
to
be
broken
alive
on
that
wheel
,
had
afforded
Arthur
Clennam
ample
leisure
,
in
three
or
four
successive
days
,
to
exhaust
the
subject
of
his
late
glimpse
of
Miss
Wade
and
Tattycoram
.
He
had
been
able
to
make
no
more
of
it
and
no
less
of
it
,
and
in
this
unsatisfactory
condition
he
was
fain
to
leave
it
.
During
this
space
he
had
not
been
to
his
mother
’
s
dismal
old
house
.
One
of
his
customary
evenings
for
repairing
thither
now
coming
round
,
he
left
his
dwelling
and
his
partner
at
nearly
nine
o
’
clock
,
and
slowly
walked
in
the
direction
of
that
grim
home
of
his
youth
.
It
always
affected
his
imagination
as
wrathful
,
mysterious
,
and
sad
;
and
his
imagination
was
sufficiently
impressible
to
see
the
whole
neighbourhood
under
some
tinge
of
its
dark
shadow
.
As
he
went
along
,
upon
a
dreary
night
,
the
dim
streets
by
which
he
went
,
seemed
all
depositories
of
oppressive
secrets
.
The
deserted
counting
-
houses
,
with
their
secrets
of
books
and
papers
locked
up
in
chests
and
safes
;
the
banking
-
houses
,
with
their
secrets
of
strong
rooms
and
wells
,
the
keys
of
which
were
in
a
very
few
secret
pockets
and
a
very
few
secret
breasts
;
the
secrets
of
all
the
dispersed
grinders
in
the
vast
mill
,
among
whom
there
were
doubtless
plunderers
,
forgers
,
and
trust
-
betrayers
of
many
sorts
,
whom
the
light
of
any
day
that
dawned
might
reveal
;
he
could
have
fancied
that
these
things
,
in
hiding
,
imparted
a
heaviness
to
the
air
.
The
shadow
thickening
and
thickening
as
he
approached
its
source
,
he
thought
of
the
secrets
of
the
lonely
church
-
vaults
,
where
the
people
who
had
hoarded
and
secreted
in
iron
coffers
were
in
their
turn
similarly
hoarded
,
not
yet
at
rest
from
doing
harm
;
and
then
of
the
secrets
of
the
river
,
as
it
rolled
its
turbid
tide
between
two
frowning
wildernesses
of
secrets
,
extending
,
thick
and
dense
,
for
many
miles
,
and
warding
off
the
free
air
and
the
free
country
swept
by
winds
and
wings
of
birds
.
The
shadow
still
darkening
as
he
drew
near
the
house
,
the
melancholy
room
which
his
father
had
once
occupied
,
haunted
by
the
appealing
face
he
had
himself
seen
fade
away
with
him
when
there
was
no
other
watcher
by
the
bed
,
arose
before
his
mind
.
Its
close
air
was
secret
.
The
gloom
,
and
must
,
and
dust
of
the
whole
tenement
,
were
secret
.
At
the
heart
of
it
his
mother
presided
,
inflexible
of
face
,
indomitable
of
will
,
firmly
holding
all
the
secrets
of
her
own
and
his
father
’
s
life
,
and
austerely
opposing
herself
,
front
to
front
,
to
the
great
final
secret
of
all
life
.
He
had
turned
into
the
narrow
and
steep
street
from
which
the
court
of
enclosure
wherein
the
house
stood
opened
,
when
another
footstep
turned
into
it
behind
him
,
and
so
close
upon
his
own
that
he
was
jostled
to
the
wall
.
As
his
mind
was
teeming
with
these
thoughts
,
the
encounter
took
him
altogether
unprepared
,
so
that
the
other
passenger
had
had
time
to
say
,
boisterously
,
‘
Pardon
!
Not
my
fault
!
’
and
to
pass
on
before
the
instant
had
elapsed
which
was
requisite
to
his
recovery
of
the
realities
about
him
.
When
that
moment
had
flashed
away
,
he
saw
that
the
man
striding
on
before
him
was
the
man
who
had
been
so
much
in
his
mind
during
the
last
few
days
.
It
was
no
casual
resemblance
,
helped
out
by
the
force
of
the
impression
the
man
made
upon
him
.
It
was
the
man
;
the
man
he
had
followed
in
company
with
the
girl
,
and
whom
he
had
overheard
talking
to
Miss
Wade
.
The
street
was
a
sharp
descent
and
was
crooked
too
,
and
the
man
(
who
although
not
drunk
had
the
air
of
being
flushed
with
some
strong
drink
)
went
down
it
so
fast
that
Clennam
lost
him
as
he
looked
at
him
.
With
no
defined
intention
of
following
him
,
but
with
an
impulse
to
keep
the
figure
in
view
a
little
longer
,
Clennam
quickened
his
pace
to
pass
the
twist
in
the
street
which
hid
him
from
his
sight
.
On
turning
it
,
he
saw
the
man
no
more
.
