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‘
Mr
Clennam
,
had
you
laid
out
—
everything
?
’
He
got
over
the
break
before
the
last
word
,
and
also
brought
out
the
last
word
itself
with
great
difficulty
.
‘
Everything
.
’
Mr
Pancks
took
hold
of
his
tough
hair
again
,
and
gave
it
such
a
wrench
that
he
pulled
out
several
prongs
of
it
.
After
looking
at
these
with
an
eye
of
wild
hatred
,
he
put
them
in
his
pocket
.
‘
My
course
,
’
said
Clennam
,
brushing
away
some
tears
that
had
been
silently
dropping
down
his
face
,
‘
must
be
taken
at
once
.
What
wretched
amends
I
can
make
must
be
made
.
I
must
clear
my
unfortunate
partner
’
s
reputation
.
I
must
retain
nothing
for
myself
.
I
must
resign
to
our
creditors
the
power
of
management
I
have
so
much
abused
,
and
I
must
work
out
as
much
of
my
fault
—
or
crime
—
as
is
susceptible
of
being
worked
out
in
the
rest
of
my
days
.
’
‘
Is
it
impossible
,
sir
,
to
tide
over
the
present
?
’
‘
Out
of
the
question
.
Nothing
can
be
tided
over
now
,
Pancks
.
The
sooner
the
business
can
pass
out
of
my
hands
,
the
better
for
it
.
There
are
engagements
to
be
met
,
this
week
,
which
would
bring
the
catastrophe
before
many
days
were
over
,
even
if
I
would
postpone
it
for
a
single
day
by
going
on
for
that
space
,
secretly
knowing
what
I
know
.
All
last
night
I
thought
of
what
I
would
do
;
what
remains
is
to
do
it
.
’
‘
Not
entirely
of
yourself
?
’
said
Pancks
,
whose
face
was
as
damp
as
if
his
steam
were
turning
into
water
as
fast
as
he
dismally
blew
it
off
.
‘
Have
some
legal
help
.
’
‘
Perhaps
I
had
better
.
’
‘
Have
Rugg
.
’
