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‘
I
am
not
certain
of
that
,
’
rejoined
Doyce
,
laying
his
hand
persuasively
on
his
shoulder
.
‘
It
has
done
me
harm
,
my
friend
.
It
has
aged
me
,
tired
me
,
vexed
me
,
disappointed
me
.
It
does
no
man
any
good
to
have
his
patience
worn
out
,
and
to
think
himself
ill
-
used
.
I
fancy
,
even
already
,
that
unavailing
attendance
on
delays
and
evasions
has
made
you
something
less
elastic
than
you
used
to
be
.
’
‘
Private
anxieties
may
have
done
that
for
the
moment
,
’
said
Clennam
,
‘
but
not
official
harrying
.
Not
yet
.
I
am
not
hurt
yet
.
’
‘
Then
you
won
’
t
grant
my
request
?
’
‘
Decidedly
,
No
,
’
said
Clennam
.
‘
I
should
be
ashamed
if
I
submitted
to
be
so
soon
driven
out
of
the
field
,
where
a
much
older
and
a
much
more
sensitively
interested
man
contended
with
fortitude
so
long
.
’
As
there
was
no
moving
him
,
Daniel
Doyce
returned
the
grasp
of
his
hand
,
and
,
casting
a
farewell
look
round
the
counting
-
house
,
went
down
-
stairs
with
him
.
Doyce
was
to
go
to
Southampton
to
join
the
small
staff
of
his
fellow
-
travellers
;
and
a
coach
was
at
the
gate
,
well
furnished
and
packed
,
and
ready
to
take
him
there
.
The
workmen
were
at
the
gate
to
see
him
off
,
and
were
mightily
proud
of
him
.
‘
Good
luck
to
you
,
Mr
Doyce
!
’
said
one
of
the
number
.
‘
Wherever
you
go
,
they
’
ll
find
as
they
’
ve
got
a
man
among
‘
em
,
a
man
as
knows
his
tools
and
as
his
tools
knows
,
a
man
as
is
willing
and
a
man
as
is
able
,
and
if
that
’
s
not
a
man
,
where
is
a
man
!
’
This
oration
from
a
gruff
volunteer
in
the
back
-
ground
,
not
previously
suspected
of
any
powers
in
that
way
,
was
received
with
three
loud
cheers
;
and
the
speaker
became
a
distinguished
character
for
ever
afterwards
.
In
the
midst
of
the
three
loud
cheers
,
Daniel
gave
them
all
a
hearty
‘
Good
Bye
,
Men
!
’
and
the
coach
disappeared
from
sight
,
as
if
the
concussion
of
the
air
had
blown
it
out
of
Bleeding
Heart
Yard
.
Mr
Baptist
,
as
a
grateful
little
fellow
in
a
position
of
trust
,
was
among
the
workmen
,
and
had
done
as
much
towards
the
cheering
as
a
mere
foreigner
could
.
In
truth
,
no
men
on
earth
can
cheer
like
Englishmen
,
who
do
so
rally
one
another
’
s
blood
and
spirit
when
they
cheer
in
earnest
,
that
the
stir
is
like
the
rush
of
their
whole
history
,
with
all
its
standards
waving
at
once
,
from
Saxon
Alfred
’
s
downwards
.
Mr
Baptist
had
been
in
a
manner
whirled
away
before
the
onset
,
and
was
taking
his
breath
in
quite
a
scared
condition
when
Clennam
beckoned
him
to
follow
up
-
stairs
,
and
return
the
books
and
papers
to
their
places
.
In
the
lull
consequent
on
the
departure
—
in
that
first
vacuity
which
ensues
on
every
separation
,
foreshadowing
the
great
separation
that
is
always
overhanging
all
mankind
—
Arthur
stood
at
his
desk
,
looking
dreamily
out
at
a
gleam
of
sun
.
But
his
liberated
attention
soon
reverted
to
the
theme
that
was
foremost
in
his
thoughts
,
and
began
,
for
the
hundredth
time
,
to
dwell
upon
every
circumstance
that
had
impressed
itself
upon
his
mind
on
the
mysterious
night
when
he
had
seen
the
man
at
his
mother
’
s
.
Again
the
man
jostled
him
in
the
crooked
street
,
again
he
followed
the
man
and
lost
him
,
again
he
came
upon
the
man
in
the
court
-
yard
looking
at
the
house
,
again
he
followed
the
man
and
stood
beside
him
on
the
door
-
steps
.
‘
Who
passes
by
this
road
so
late
?
