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He
would
have
clasped
himself
by
the
wrists
in
that
constabulary
manner
of
his
,
and
have
paced
up
and
down
the
hearthrug
,
or
gone
creeping
about
among
the
rich
objects
of
furniture
,
if
his
oppressive
retainer
had
appeared
in
the
room
at
that
very
moment
.
The
sly
shadows
which
seemed
to
dart
out
of
hiding
when
the
fire
rose
,
and
to
dart
back
into
it
when
the
fire
fell
,
were
sufficient
witnesses
of
his
making
himself
so
easy
.
They
were
even
more
than
sufficient
,
if
his
uncomfortable
glances
at
them
might
be
taken
to
mean
anything
.
Mr
Merdle
’
s
right
hand
was
filled
with
the
evening
paper
,
and
the
evening
paper
was
full
of
Mr
Merdle
.
His
wonderful
enterprise
,
his
wonderful
wealth
,
his
wonderful
Bank
,
were
the
fattening
food
of
the
evening
paper
that
night
.
The
wonderful
Bank
,
of
which
he
was
the
chief
projector
,
establisher
,
and
manager
,
was
the
latest
of
the
many
Merdle
wonders
.
So
modest
was
Mr
Merdle
withal
,
in
the
midst
of
these
splendid
achievements
,
that
he
looked
far
more
like
a
man
in
possession
of
his
house
under
a
distraint
,
than
a
commercial
Colossus
bestriding
his
own
hearthrug
,
while
the
little
ships
were
sailing
into
dinner
.
Behold
the
vessels
coming
into
port
!
The
engaging
young
Barnacle
was
the
first
arrival
;
but
Bar
overtook
him
on
the
staircase
.
Bar
,
strengthened
as
usual
with
his
double
eye
-
glass
and
his
little
jury
droop
,
was
overjoyed
to
see
the
engaging
young
Barnacle
;
and
opined
that
we
were
going
to
sit
in
Banco
,
as
we
lawyers
called
it
,
to
take
a
special
argument
?
‘
Indeed
,
’
said
the
sprightly
young
Barnacle
,
whose
name
was
Ferdinand
;
‘
how
so
?
’
‘
Nay
,
’
smiled
Bar
.
‘
If
you
don
’
t
know
,
how
can
I
know
?
You
are
in
the
innermost
sanctuary
of
the
temple
;
I
am
one
of
the
admiring
concourse
on
the
plain
without
.
’
Bar
could
be
light
in
hand
,
or
heavy
in
hand
,
according
to
the
customer
he
had
to
deal
with
.
With
Ferdinand
Barnacle
he
was
gossamer
.
Bar
was
likewise
always
modest
and
self
-
depreciatory
—
in
his
way
.
Bar
was
a
man
of
great
variety
;
but
one
leading
thread
ran
through
the
woof
of
all
his
patterns
.
Every
man
with
whom
he
had
to
do
was
in
his
eyes
a
jury
-
man
;
and
he
must
get
that
jury
-
man
over
,
if
he
could
.
‘
Our
illustrious
host
and
friend
,
’
said
Bar
;
‘
our
shining
mercantile
star
;
—
going
into
politics
?
’
‘
Going
?
He
has
been
in
Parliament
some
time
,
you
know
,
’
returned
the
engaging
young
Barnacle
.
‘
True
,
’
said
Bar
,
with
his
light
-
comedy
laugh
for
special
jury
-
men
,
which
was
a
very
different
thing
from
his
low
-
comedy
laugh
for
comic
tradesmen
on
common
juries
:
‘
he
has
been
in
Parliament
for
some
time
.
Yet
hitherto
our
star
has
been
a
vacillating
and
wavering
star
?
Humph
?
’
