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The
report
that
the
great
man
was
dead
,
got
about
with
astonishing
rapidity
.
At
first
,
he
was
dead
of
all
the
diseases
that
ever
were
known
,
and
of
several
bran
-
new
maladies
invented
with
the
speed
of
Light
to
meet
the
demand
of
the
occasion
.
He
had
concealed
a
dropsy
from
infancy
,
he
had
inherited
a
large
estate
of
water
on
the
chest
from
his
grandfather
,
he
had
had
an
operation
performed
upon
him
every
morning
of
his
life
for
eighteen
years
,
he
had
been
subject
to
the
explosion
of
important
veins
in
his
body
after
the
manner
of
fireworks
,
he
had
had
something
the
matter
with
his
lungs
,
he
had
had
something
the
matter
with
his
heart
,
he
had
had
something
the
matter
with
his
brain
.
Five
hundred
people
who
sat
down
to
breakfast
entirely
uninformed
on
the
whole
subject
,
believed
before
they
had
done
breakfast
,
that
they
privately
and
personally
knew
Physician
to
have
said
to
Mr
Merdle
,
‘
You
must
expect
to
go
out
,
some
day
,
like
the
snuff
of
a
candle
;
’
and
that
they
knew
Mr
Merdle
to
have
said
to
Physician
,
‘
A
man
can
die
but
once
.
’
By
about
eleven
o
’
clock
in
the
forenoon
,
something
the
matter
with
the
brain
,
became
the
favourite
theory
against
the
field
;
and
by
twelve
the
something
had
been
distinctly
ascertained
to
be
‘
Pressure
.
’
Pressure
was
so
entirely
satisfactory
to
the
public
mind
,
and
seemed
to
make
everybody
so
comfortable
,
that
it
might
have
lasted
all
day
but
for
Bar
’
s
having
taken
the
real
state
of
the
case
into
Court
at
half
-
past
nine
.
This
led
to
its
beginning
to
be
currently
whispered
all
over
London
by
about
one
,
that
Mr
Merdle
had
killed
himself
.
Pressure
,
however
,
so
far
from
being
overthrown
by
the
discovery
,
became
a
greater
favourite
than
ever
.
There
was
a
general
moralising
upon
Pressure
,
in
every
street
.
All
the
people
who
had
tried
to
make
money
and
had
not
been
able
to
do
it
,
said
,
There
you
were
!
You
no
sooner
began
to
devote
yourself
to
the
pursuit
of
wealth
than
you
got
Pressure
.
The
idle
people
improved
the
occasion
in
a
similar
manner
.
See
,
said
they
,
what
you
brought
yourself
to
by
work
,
work
,
work
!
You
persisted
in
working
,
you
overdid
it
.
Pressure
came
on
,
and
you
were
done
for
!
This
consideration
was
very
potent
in
many
quarters
,
but
nowhere
more
so
than
among
the
young
clerks
and
partners
who
had
never
been
in
the
slightest
danger
of
overdoing
it
.
These
,
one
and
all
,
declared
,
quite
piously
,
that
they
hoped
they
would
never
forget
the
warning
as
long
as
they
lived
,
and
that
their
conduct
might
be
so
regulated
as
to
keep
off
Pressure
,
and
preserve
them
,
a
comfort
to
their
friends
,
for
many
years
.
But
,
at
about
the
time
of
High
‘
Change
,
Pressure
began
to
wane
,
and
appalling
whispers
to
circulate
,
east
,
west
,
north
,
and
south
.
At
first
they
were
faint
,
and
went
no
further
than
a
doubt
whether
Mr
Merdle
’
s
wealth
would
be
found
to
be
as
vast
as
had
been
supposed
;
whether
there
might
not
be
a
temporary
difficulty
in
‘
realising
’
it
;
whether
there
might
not
even
be
a
temporary
suspension
(
say
a
month
or
so
)
,
on
the
part
of
the
wonderful
Bank
.
As
the
whispers
became
louder
,
which
they
did
from
that
time
every
minute
,
they
became
more
threatening
.
He
had
sprung
from
nothing
,
by
no
natural
growth
or
process
that
any
one
could
account
for
;
he
had
been
,
after
all
,
a
low
,
ignorant
fellow
;
he
had
been
a
down
-
looking
man
,
and
no
one
had
ever
been
able
to
catch
his
eye
;
he
had
been
taken
up
by
all
sorts
of
people
in
quite
an
unaccountable
manner
;
he
had
never
had
any
money
of
his
own
,
his
ventures
had
been
utterly
reckless
,
and
his
expenditure
had
been
most
enormous
.
In
steady
progression
,
as
the
day
declined
,
the
talk
rose
in
sound
and
purpose
.
He
had
left
a
letter
at
the
Baths
addressed
to
his
physician
,
and
his
physician
had
got
the
letter
,
and
the
letter
would
be
produced
at
the
Inquest
on
the
morrow
,
and
it
would
fall
like
a
thunderbolt
upon
the
multitude
he
had
deluded
.
Numbers
of
men
in
every
profession
and
trade
would
be
blighted
by
his
insolvency
;
old
people
who
had
been
in
easy
circumstances
all
their
lives
would
have
no
place
of
repentance
for
their
trust
in
him
but
the
workhouse
;
legions
of
women
and
children
would
have
their
whole
future
desolated
by
the
hand
of
this
mighty
scoundrel
Every
partaker
of
his
magnificent
feasts
would
be
seen
to
have
been
a
sharer
in
the
plunder
of
innumerable
homes
;
every
servile
worshipper
of
riches
who
had
helped
to
set
him
on
his
pedestal
,
would
have
done
better
to
worship
the
Devil
point
-
blank
.
So
,
the
talk
,
lashed
louder
and
higher
by
confirmation
on
confirmation
,
and
by
edition
after
edition
of
the
evening
papers
,
swelled
into
such
a
roar
when
night
came
,
as
might
have
brought
one
to
believe
that
a
solitary
watcher
on
the
gallery
above
the
Dome
of
St
Paul
’
s
would
have
perceived
the
night
air
to
be
laden
with
a
heavy
muttering
of
the
name
of
Merdle
,
coupled
with
every
form
of
execration
.
For
by
that
time
it
was
known
that
the
late
Mr
Merdle
’
s
complaint
had
been
simply
Forgery
and
Robbery
.
He
,
the
uncouth
object
of
such
wide
-
spread
adulation
,
the
sitter
at
great
men
’
s
feasts
,
the
roc
’
s
egg
of
great
ladies
’
assemblies
,
the
subduer
of
exclusiveness
,
the
leveller
of
pride
,
the
patron
of
patrons
,
the
bargain
-
driver
with
a
Minister
for
Lordships
of
the
Circumlocution
Office
,
the
recipient
of
more
acknowledgment
within
some
ten
or
fifteen
years
,
at
most
,
than
had
been
bestowed
in
England
upon
all
peaceful
public
benefactors
,
and
upon
all
the
leaders
of
all
the
Arts
and
Sciences
,
with
all
their
works
to
testify
for
them
,
during
two
centuries
at
least
—
he
,
the
shining
wonder
,
the
new
constellation
to
be
followed
by
the
wise
men
bringing
gifts
,
until
it
stopped
over
a
certain
carrion
at
the
bottom
of
a
bath
and
disappeared
—
was
simply
the
greatest
Forger
and
the
greatest
Thief
that
ever
cheated
the
gallows
.
With
a
precursory
sound
of
hurried
breath
and
hurried
feet
,
Mr
Pancks
rushed
into
Arthur
Clennam
’
s
Counting
-
house
.
The
Inquest
was
over
,
the
letter
was
public
,
the
Bank
was
broken
,
the
other
model
structures
of
straw
had
taken
fire
and
were
turned
to
smoke
.
The
admired
piratical
ship
had
blown
up
,
in
the
midst
of
a
vast
fleet
of
ships
of
all
rates
,
and
boats
of
all
sizes
;
and
on
the
deep
was
nothing
but
ruin
;
nothing
but
burning
hulls
,
bursting
magazines
,
great
guns
self
-
exploded
tearing
friends
and
neighbours
to
pieces
,
drowning
men
clinging
to
unseaworthy
spars
and
going
down
every
minute
,
spent
swimmers
,
floating
dead
,
and
sharks
.
The
usual
diligence
and
order
of
the
Counting
-
house
at
the
Works
were
overthrown
.
Unopened
letters
and
unsorted
papers
lay
strewn
about
the
desk
.
In
the
midst
of
these
tokens
of
prostrated
energy
and
dismissed
hope
,
the
master
of
the
Counting
-
house
stood
idle
in
his
usual
place
,
with
his
arms
crossed
on
the
desk
,
and
his
head
bowed
down
upon
them
.
Mr
Pancks
rushed
in
and
saw
him
,
and
stood
still
.
In
another
minute
,
Mr
Pancks
’
s
arms
were
on
the
desk
,
and
Mr
Pancks
’
s
head
was
bowed
down
upon
them
;
and
for
some
time
they
remained
in
these
attitudes
,
idle
and
silent
,
with
the
width
of
the
little
room
between
them
.
Mr
Pancks
was
the
first
to
lift
up
his
head
and
speak
.
