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They
’
ll
take
you
soon
enough
,
Mr
Clennam
,
I
don
’
t
doubt
;
but
,
hear
reason
.
It
almost
always
happens
,
in
these
cases
,
that
some
insignificant
matter
pushes
itself
in
front
and
makes
much
of
itself
.
Now
,
I
find
there
’
s
a
little
one
out
—
a
mere
Palace
Court
jurisdiction
—
and
I
have
reason
to
believe
that
a
caption
may
be
made
upon
that
.
I
wouldn
’
t
be
taken
upon
that
.
’
‘
Why
not
?
’
asked
Clennam
.
‘
I
’
d
be
taken
on
a
full
-
grown
one
,
sir
,
’
said
Mr
Rugg
.
‘
It
’
s
as
well
to
keep
up
appearances
.
As
your
professional
adviser
,
I
should
prefer
your
being
taken
on
a
writ
from
one
of
the
Superior
Courts
,
if
you
have
no
objection
to
do
me
that
favour
.
It
looks
better
.
’
‘
Mr
Rugg
,
’
said
Arthur
,
in
his
dejection
,
‘
my
only
wish
is
,
that
it
should
be
over
.
I
will
go
on
,
and
take
my
chance
.
’
‘
Another
word
of
reason
,
sir
!
’
cried
Mr
Rugg
.
‘
Now
,
this
is
reason
.
The
other
may
be
taste
;
but
this
is
reason
.
If
you
should
be
taken
on
a
little
one
,
sir
,
you
would
go
to
the
Marshalsea
.
Now
,
you
know
what
the
Marshalsea
is
.
Very
close
.
Excessively
confined
.
Whereas
in
the
King
’
s
Bench
—
’
Mr
Rugg
waved
his
right
hand
freely
,
as
expressing
abundance
of
space
.
‘
I
would
rather
,
’
said
Clennam
,
‘
be
taken
to
the
Marshalsea
than
to
any
other
prison
.
’
‘
Do
you
say
so
indeed
,
sir
?
’
returned
Mr
Rugg
.
‘
Then
this
is
taste
,
too
,
and
we
may
be
walking
.
’
He
was
a
little
offended
at
first
,
but
he
soon
overlooked
it
.
They
walked
through
the
Yard
to
the
other
end
.
The
Bleeding
Hearts
were
more
interested
in
Arthur
since
his
reverses
than
formerly
;
now
regarding
him
as
one
who
was
true
to
the
place
and
had
taken
up
his
freedom
.
Many
of
them
came
out
to
look
after
him
,
and
to
observe
to
one
another
,
with
great
unctuousness
,
that
he
was
‘
pulled
down
by
it
.
’
Mrs
Plornish
and
her
father
stood
at
the
top
of
the
steps
at
their
own
end
,
much
depressed
and
shaking
their
heads
.
There
was
nobody
visibly
in
waiting
when
Arthur
and
Mr
Rugg
arrived
at
the
Counting
-
house
.
But
an
elderly
member
of
the
Jewish
persuasion
,
preserved
in
rum
,
followed
them
close
,
and
looked
in
at
the
glass
before
Mr
Rugg
had
opened
one
of
the
day
’
s
letters
.
‘
Oh
!
’
said
Mr
Rugg
,
looking
up
.
‘
How
do
you
do
?
Step
in
—
Mr
Clennam
,
I
think
this
is
the
gentleman
I
was
mentioning
.
’
