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This
was
taken
in
ill
part
by
a
great
many
people
,
who
persisted
in
believing
that
Flintwinch
was
lying
somewhere
among
the
London
geological
formation
.
Nor
was
their
belief
much
shaken
by
repeated
intelligence
which
came
over
in
course
of
time
,
that
an
old
man
who
wore
the
tie
of
his
neckcloth
under
one
ear
,
and
who
was
very
well
known
to
be
an
Englishman
,
consorted
with
the
Dutchmen
on
the
quaint
banks
of
the
canals
of
the
Hague
and
in
the
drinking
-
shops
of
Amsterdam
,
under
the
style
and
designation
of
Mynheer
von
Flyntevynge
.
Arthur
continuing
to
lie
very
ill
in
the
Marshalsea
,
and
Mr
Rugg
descrying
no
break
in
the
legal
sky
affording
a
hope
of
his
enlargement
,
Mr
Pancks
suffered
desperately
from
self
-
reproaches
.
If
it
had
not
been
for
those
infallible
figures
which
proved
that
Arthur
,
instead
of
pining
in
imprisonment
,
ought
to
be
promenading
in
a
carriage
and
pair
,
and
that
Mr
Pancks
,
instead
of
being
restricted
to
his
clerkly
wages
,
ought
to
have
from
three
to
five
thousand
pounds
of
his
own
at
his
immediate
disposal
,
that
unhappy
arithmetician
would
probably
have
taken
to
his
bed
,
and
there
have
made
one
of
the
many
obscure
persons
who
turned
their
faces
to
the
wall
and
died
,
as
a
last
sacrifice
to
the
late
Mr
Merdle
’
s
greatness
.
Solely
supported
by
his
unimpugnable
calculations
,
Mr
Pancks
led
an
unhappy
and
restless
life
;
constantly
carrying
his
figures
about
with
him
in
his
hat
,
and
not
only
going
over
them
himself
on
every
possible
occasion
,
but
entreating
every
human
being
he
could
lay
hold
of
to
go
over
them
with
him
,
and
observe
what
a
clear
case
it
was
.
Down
in
Bleeding
Heart
Yard
there
was
scarcely
an
inhabitant
of
note
to
whom
Mr
Pancks
had
not
imparted
his
demonstration
,
and
,
as
figures
are
catching
,
a
kind
of
cyphering
measles
broke
out
in
that
locality
,
under
the
influence
of
which
the
whole
Yard
was
light
-
headed
.
The
more
restless
Mr
Pancks
grew
in
his
mind
,
the
more
impatient
he
became
of
the
Patriarch
.
In
their
later
conferences
his
snorting
assumed
an
irritable
sound
which
boded
the
Patriarch
no
good
;
likewise
,
Mr
Pancks
had
on
several
occasions
looked
harder
at
the
Patriarchal
bumps
than
was
quite
reconcilable
with
the
fact
of
his
not
being
a
painter
,
or
a
peruke
-
maker
in
search
of
the
living
model
.
However
,
he
steamed
in
and
out
of
his
little
back
Dock
according
as
he
was
wanted
or
not
wanted
in
the
Patriarchal
presence
,
and
business
had
gone
on
in
its
customary
course
.
Bleeding
Heart
Yard
had
been
harrowed
by
Mr
Pancks
,
and
cropped
by
Mr
Casby
,
at
the
regular
seasons
;
Mr
Pancks
had
taken
all
the
drudgery
and
all
the
dirt
of
the
business
as
his
share
;
Mr
Casby
had
taken
all
the
profits
,
all
the
ethereal
vapour
,
and
all
the
moonshine
,
as
his
share
;
and
,
in
the
form
of
words
which
that
benevolent
beamer
generally
employed
on
Saturday
evenings
,
when
he
twirled
his
fat
thumbs
after
striking
the
week
’
s
balance
,
‘
everything
had
been
satisfactory
to
all
parties
—
all
parties
—
satisfactory
,
sir
,
to
all
parties
.
’
The
Dock
of
the
Steam
-
Tug
,
Pancks
,
had
a
leaden
roof
,
which
,
frying
in
the
very
hot
sunshine
,
may
have
heated
the
vessel
.
Be
that
as
it
may
,
one
glowing
Saturday
evening
,
on
being
hailed
by
the
lumbering
bottle
-
green
ship
,
the
Tug
instantly
came
working
out
of
the
Dock
in
a
highly
heated
condition
.
‘
Mr
Pancks
,
’
was
the
Patriarchal
remark
,
‘
you
have
been
remiss
,
you
have
been
remiss
,
sir
.
’
‘
What
do
you
mean
by
that
?
’
was
the
short
rejoinder
.
The
Patriarchal
state
,
always
a
state
of
calmness
and
composure
,
was
so
particularly
serene
that
evening
as
to
be
provoking
.
Everybody
else
within
the
bills
of
mortality
was
hot
;
but
the
Patriarch
was
perfectly
cool
.
Everybody
was
thirsty
,
and
the
Patriarch
was
drinking
.
There
was
a
fragrance
of
limes
or
lemons
about
him
;
and
he
made
a
drink
of
golden
sherry
,
which
shone
in
a
large
tumbler
as
if
he
were
drinking
the
evening
sunshine
.
This
was
bad
,
but
not
the
worst
.
The
worst
was
,
that
with
his
big
blue
eyes
,
and
his
polished
head
,
and
his
long
white
hair
,
and
his
bottle
-
green
legs
stretched
out
before
him
,
terminating
in
his
easy
shoes
easily
crossed
at
the
instep
,
he
had
a
radiant
appearance
of
having
in
his
extensive
benevolence
made
the
drink
for
the
human
species
,
while
he
himself
wanted
nothing
but
his
own
milk
of
human
kindness
.
