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‘
I
did
take
that
unprofessional
liberty
,
sir
.
Hearing
that
I
was
your
professional
adviser
,
he
declined
to
interpose
before
my
very
limited
function
was
performed
.
Happily
,
’
said
Mr
Rugg
,
with
sarcasm
,
‘
I
did
not
so
far
travel
out
of
the
record
as
to
ask
the
gentleman
for
his
name
.
’
‘
I
suppose
I
have
no
resource
but
to
see
him
,
’
sighed
Clennam
,
wearily
.
‘
Then
it
is
your
good
pleasure
,
sir
?
’
retorted
Rugg
.
‘
Am
I
honoured
by
your
instructions
to
mention
as
much
to
the
gentleman
,
as
I
pass
out
?
I
am
?
Thank
you
,
sir
.
I
take
my
leave
.
’
His
leave
he
took
accordingly
,
in
dudgeon
.
The
gentleman
of
military
exterior
had
so
imperfectly
awakened
Clennam
’
s
curiosity
,
in
the
existing
state
of
his
mind
,
that
a
half
-
forgetfulness
of
such
a
visitor
’
s
having
been
referred
to
,
was
already
creeping
over
it
as
a
part
of
the
sombre
veil
which
almost
always
dimmed
it
now
,
when
a
heavy
footstep
on
the
stairs
aroused
him
.
It
appeared
to
ascend
them
,
not
very
promptly
or
spontaneously
,
yet
with
a
display
of
stride
and
clatter
meant
to
be
insulting
.
As
it
paused
for
a
moment
on
the
landing
outside
his
door
,
he
could
not
recall
his
association
with
the
peculiarity
of
its
sound
,
though
he
thought
he
had
one
.
Only
a
moment
was
given
him
for
consideration
.
His
door
was
immediately
swung
open
by
a
thump
,
and
in
the
doorway
stood
the
missing
Blandois
,
the
cause
of
many
anxieties
.
‘
Salve
,
fellow
jail
-
bird
!
’
said
he
.
‘
You
want
me
,
it
seems
.
Here
I
am
!
’
Before
Arthur
could
speak
to
him
in
his
indignant
wonder
,
Cavalletto
followed
him
into
the
room
.
Mr
Pancks
followed
Cavalletto
.
Neither
of
the
two
had
been
there
since
its
present
occupant
had
had
possession
of
it
.
Mr
Pancks
,
breathing
hard
,
sidled
near
the
window
,
put
his
hat
on
the
ground
,
stirred
his
hair
up
with
both
hands
,
and
folded
his
arms
,
like
a
man
who
had
come
to
a
pause
in
a
hard
day
’
s
work
.
Mr
Baptist
,
never
taking
his
eyes
from
his
dreaded
chum
of
old
,
softly
sat
down
on
the
floor
with
his
back
against
the
door
and
one
of
his
ankles
in
each
hand
:
resuming
the
attitude
(
except
that
it
was
now
expressive
of
unwinking
watchfulness
)
in
which
he
had
sat
before
the
same
man
in
the
deeper
shade
of
another
prison
,
one
hot
morning
at
Marseilles
.
‘
I
have
it
on
the
witnessing
of
these
two
madmen
,
’
said
Monsieur
Blandois
,
otherwise
Lagnier
,
otherwise
Rigaud
,
‘
that
you
want
me
,
brother
-
bird
.
Here
I
am
!
’
Glancing
round
contemptuously
at
the
bedstead
,
which
was
turned
up
by
day
,
he
leaned
his
back
against
it
as
a
resting
-
place
,
without
removing
his
hat
from
his
head
,
and
stood
defiantly
lounging
with
his
hands
in
his
pockets
.
‘
You
villain
of
ill
-
omen
!
’
said
Arthur
.
‘
You
have
purposely
cast
a
dreadful
suspicion
upon
my
mother
’
s
house
.
Why
have
you
done
it
?
What
prompted
you
to
the
devilish
invention
?
’
