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‘
I
swear
it
!
’
cried
the
other
.
‘
I
know
it
.
If
you
could
find
this
man
,
or
discover
what
has
become
of
him
,
or
gain
any
later
intelligence
whatever
of
him
,
you
would
render
me
a
service
above
any
other
service
I
could
receive
in
the
world
,
and
would
make
me
(
with
far
greater
reason
)
as
grateful
to
you
as
you
are
to
me
.
’
‘
I
know
not
where
to
look
,
’
cried
the
little
man
,
kissing
Arthur
’
s
hand
in
a
transport
.
‘
I
know
not
where
to
begin
.
I
know
not
where
to
go
.
But
,
courage
!
Enough
!
It
matters
not
!
I
go
,
in
this
instant
of
time
!
’
‘
Not
a
word
to
any
one
but
me
,
Cavalletto
.
’
‘
Al
-
tro
!
’
cried
Cavalletto
.
And
was
gone
with
great
speed
.
Left
alone
,
with
the
expressive
looks
and
gestures
of
Mr
Baptist
,
otherwise
Giovanni
Baptista
Cavalletto
,
vividly
before
him
,
Clennam
entered
on
a
weary
day
.
It
was
in
vain
that
he
tried
to
control
his
attention
by
directing
it
to
any
business
occupation
or
train
of
thought
;
it
rode
at
anchor
by
the
haunting
topic
,
and
would
hold
to
no
other
idea
.
As
though
a
criminal
should
be
chained
in
a
stationary
boat
on
a
deep
clear
river
,
condemned
,
whatever
countless
leagues
of
water
flowed
past
him
,
always
to
see
the
body
of
the
fellow
-
creature
he
had
drowned
lying
at
the
bottom
,
immovable
,
and
unchangeable
,
except
as
the
eddies
made
it
broad
or
long
,
now
expanding
,
now
contracting
its
terrible
lineaments
;
so
Arthur
,
below
the
shifting
current
of
transparent
thoughts
and
fancies
which
were
gone
and
succeeded
by
others
as
soon
as
come
,
saw
,
steady
and
dark
,
and
not
to
be
stirred
from
its
place
,
the
one
subject
that
he
endeavoured
with
all
his
might
to
rid
himself
of
,
and
that
he
could
not
fly
from
.
The
assurance
he
now
had
,
that
Blandois
,
whatever
his
right
name
,
was
one
of
the
worst
of
characters
,
greatly
augmented
the
burden
of
his
anxieties
.
Though
the
disappearance
should
be
accounted
for
to
-
morrow
,
the
fact
that
his
mother
had
been
in
communication
with
such
a
man
,
would
remain
unalterable
.
That
the
communication
had
been
of
a
secret
kind
,
and
that
she
had
been
submissive
to
him
and
afraid
of
him
,
he
hoped
might
be
known
to
no
one
beyond
himself
;
yet
,
knowing
it
,
how
could
he
separate
it
from
his
old
vague
fears
,
and
how
believe
that
there
was
nothing
evil
in
such
relations
?
Her
resolution
not
to
enter
on
the
question
with
him
,
and
his
knowledge
of
her
indomitable
character
,
enhanced
his
sense
of
helplessness
.
It
was
like
the
oppression
of
a
dream
to
believe
that
shame
and
exposure
were
impending
over
her
and
his
father
’
s
memory
,
and
to
be
shut
out
,
as
by
a
brazen
wall
,
from
the
possibility
of
coming
to
their
aid
.
The
purpose
he
had
brought
home
to
his
native
country
,
and
had
ever
since
kept
in
view
,
was
,
with
her
greatest
determination
,
defeated
by
his
mother
herself
,
at
the
time
of
all
others
when
he
feared
that
it
pressed
most
.
His
advice
,
energy
,
activity
,
money
,
credit
,
all
his
resources
whatsoever
,
were
all
made
useless
.
If
she
had
been
possessed
of
the
old
fabled
influence
,
and
had
turned
those
who
looked
upon
her
into
stone
,
she
could
not
have
rendered
him
more
completely
powerless
(
so
it
seemed
to
him
in
his
distress
of
mind
)
than
she
did
,
when
she
turned
her
unyielding
face
to
his
in
her
gloomy
room
.
But
the
light
of
that
day
’
s
discovery
,
shining
on
these
considerations
,
roused
him
to
take
a
more
decided
course
of
action
.
Confident
in
the
rectitude
of
his
purpose
,
and
impelled
by
a
sense
of
overhanging
danger
closing
in
around
,
he
resolved
,
if
his
mother
would
still
admit
of
no
approach
,
to
make
a
desperate
appeal
to
Affery
.
