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‘
It
’
s
quite
true
that
the
business
is
very
steady
indeed
,
’
said
Mrs
Plornish
,
lowering
her
voice
;
‘
and
has
a
excellent
connection
.
The
only
thing
that
stands
in
its
way
,
sir
,
is
the
Credit
.
’
This
drawback
,
rather
severely
felt
by
most
people
who
engaged
in
commercial
transactions
with
the
inhabitants
of
Bleeding
Heart
Yard
,
was
a
large
stumbling
-
block
in
Mrs
Plornish
’
s
trade
.
When
Mr
Dorrit
had
established
her
in
the
business
,
the
Bleeding
Hearts
had
shown
an
amount
of
emotion
and
a
determination
to
support
her
in
it
,
that
did
honour
to
human
nature
.
Recognising
her
claim
upon
their
generous
feelings
as
one
who
had
long
been
a
member
of
their
community
,
they
pledged
themselves
,
with
great
feeling
,
to
deal
with
Mrs
Plornish
,
come
what
would
and
bestow
their
patronage
on
no
other
establishment
.
Influenced
by
these
noble
sentiments
,
they
had
even
gone
out
of
their
way
to
purchase
little
luxuries
in
the
grocery
and
butter
line
to
which
they
were
unaccustomed
;
saying
to
one
another
,
that
if
they
did
stretch
a
point
,
was
it
not
for
a
neighbour
and
a
friend
,
and
for
whom
ought
a
point
to
be
stretched
if
not
for
such
?
So
stimulated
,
the
business
was
extremely
brisk
,
and
the
articles
in
stock
went
off
with
the
greatest
celerity
.
In
short
,
if
the
Bleeding
Hearts
had
but
paid
,
the
undertaking
would
have
been
a
complete
success
;
whereas
,
by
reason
of
their
exclusively
confining
themselves
to
owing
,
the
profits
actually
realised
had
not
yet
begun
to
appear
in
the
books
.
Mr
Pancks
was
making
a
very
porcupine
of
himself
by
sticking
his
hair
up
in
the
contemplation
of
this
state
of
accounts
,
when
old
Mr
Nandy
,
re
-
entering
the
cottage
with
an
air
of
mystery
,
entreated
them
to
come
and
look
at
the
strange
behaviour
of
Mr
Baptist
,
who
seemed
to
have
met
with
something
that
had
scared
him
.
All
three
going
into
the
shop
,
and
watching
through
the
window
,
then
saw
Mr
Baptist
,
pale
and
agitated
,
go
through
the
following
extraordinary
performances
.
First
,
he
was
observed
hiding
at
the
top
of
the
steps
leading
down
into
the
Yard
,
and
peeping
up
and
down
the
street
with
his
head
cautiously
thrust
out
close
to
the
side
of
the
shop
-
door
.
After
very
anxious
scrutiny
,
he
came
out
of
his
retreat
,
and
went
briskly
down
the
street
as
if
he
were
going
away
altogether
;
then
,
suddenly
turned
about
,
and
went
,
at
the
same
pace
,
and
with
the
same
feint
,
up
the
street
.
He
had
gone
no
further
up
the
street
than
he
had
gone
down
,
when
he
crossed
the
road
and
disappeared
.
The
object
of
this
last
manoeuvre
was
only
apparent
,
when
his
entering
the
shop
with
a
sudden
twist
,
from
the
steps
again
,
explained
that
he
had
made
a
wide
and
obscure
circuit
round
to
the
other
,
or
Doyce
and
Clennam
,
end
of
the
Yard
,
and
had
come
through
the
Yard
and
bolted
in
.
He
was
out
of
breath
by
that
time
,
as
he
might
well
be
,
and
his
heart
seemed
to
jerk
faster
than
the
little
shop
-
bell
,
as
it
quivered
and
jingled
behind
him
with
his
hasty
shutting
of
the
door
.
‘
Hallo
,
old
chap
!
’
said
Mr
Pancks
.
‘
Altro
,
old
boy
!
What
’
s
the
matter
?
’
Mr
Baptist
,
or
Signor
Cavalletto
,
understood
English
now
almost
as
well
as
Mr
Pancks
himself
,
and
could
speak
it
very
well
too
.
Nevertheless
,
Mrs
Plornish
,
with
a
pardonable
vanity
in
that
accomplishment
of
hers
which
made
her
all
but
Italian
,
stepped
in
as
interpreter
.
‘
E
ask
know
,
’
said
Mrs
Plornish
,
‘
what
go
wrong
?
’
‘
Come
into
the
happy
little
cottage
,
Padrona
,
’
returned
Mr
Baptist
,
imparting
great
stealthiness
to
his
flurried
back
-
handed
shake
of
his
right
forefinger
.
‘
Come
there
!
’
