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Bleeding
Heart
Yard
was
shy
of
claiming
that
acquaintance
.
‘
It
’
s
no
matter
,
’
said
Mr
Pancks
,
‘
I
merely
wish
to
remark
that
the
task
this
Proprietor
has
set
me
,
has
been
never
to
leave
off
conjugating
the
Imperative
Mood
Present
Tense
of
the
verb
To
keep
always
at
it
.
Keep
thou
always
at
it
.
Let
him
keep
always
at
it
.
Keep
we
or
do
we
keep
always
at
it
.
Keep
ye
or
do
ye
or
you
keep
always
at
it
.
Let
them
keep
always
at
it
.
Here
is
your
benevolent
Patriarch
of
a
Casby
,
and
there
is
his
golden
rule
.
He
is
uncommonly
improving
to
look
at
,
and
I
am
not
at
all
so
.
He
is
as
sweet
as
honey
,
and
I
am
as
dull
as
ditch
-
water
.
He
provides
the
pitch
,
and
I
handle
it
,
and
it
sticks
to
me
.
Now
,
’
said
Mr
Pancks
,
closing
upon
his
late
Proprietor
again
,
from
whom
he
had
withdrawn
a
little
for
the
better
display
of
him
to
the
Yard
;
‘
as
I
am
not
accustomed
to
speak
in
public
,
and
as
I
have
made
a
rather
lengthy
speech
,
all
circumstances
considered
,
I
shall
bring
my
observations
to
a
close
by
requesting
you
to
get
out
of
this
.
’
The
Last
of
the
Patriarchs
had
been
so
seized
by
assault
,
and
required
so
much
room
to
catch
an
idea
in
,
an
so
much
more
room
to
turn
it
in
,
that
he
had
not
a
word
to
offer
in
reply
.
He
appeared
to
be
meditating
some
Patriarchal
way
out
of
his
delicate
position
,
when
Mr
Pancks
,
once
more
suddenly
applying
the
trigger
to
his
hat
,
shot
it
off
again
with
his
former
dexterity
On
the
preceding
occasion
,
one
or
two
of
the
Bleeding
Heart
Yarders
had
obsequiously
picked
it
up
and
handed
it
to
its
owner
;
but
Mr
Pancks
had
now
so
far
impressed
his
audience
,
that
the
Patriarch
had
to
turn
and
stoop
for
it
himself
.
Quick
as
lightning
,
Mr
Pancks
,
who
,
for
some
moments
,
had
had
his
right
hand
in
his
coat
pocket
,
whipped
out
a
pair
of
shears
,
swooped
upon
the
Patriarch
behind
,
and
snipped
off
short
the
sacred
locks
that
flowed
upon
his
shoulders
.
In
a
paroxysm
of
animosity
and
rapidity
,
Mr
Pancks
then
caught
the
broad
-
brimmed
hat
out
of
the
astounded
Patriarch
’
s
hand
,
cut
it
down
into
a
mere
stewpan
,
and
fixed
it
on
the
Patriarch
’
s
head
.
Before
the
frightful
results
of
this
desperate
action
,
Mr
Pancks
himself
recoiled
in
consternation
.
A
bare
-
polled
,
goggle
-
eyed
,
big
-
headed
lumbering
personage
stood
staring
at
him
,
not
in
the
least
impressive
,
not
in
the
least
venerable
,
who
seemed
to
have
started
out
of
the
earth
to
ask
what
was
become
of
Casby
.
After
staring
at
this
phantom
in
return
,
in
silent
awe
,
Mr
Pancks
threw
down
his
shears
,
and
fled
for
a
place
of
hiding
,
where
he
might
lie
sheltered
from
the
consequences
of
his
crime
.
Mr
Pancks
deemed
it
prudent
to
use
all
possible
despatch
in
making
off
,
though
he
was
pursued
by
nothing
but
the
sound
of
laughter
in
Bleeding
Heart
Yard
,
rippling
through
the
air
and
making
it
ring
again
.
The
changes
of
a
fevered
room
are
slow
and
fluctuating
;
but
the
changes
of
the
fevered
world
are
rapid
and
irrevocable
.
It
was
Little
Dorrit
’
s
lot
to
wait
upon
both
kinds
of
change
.
The
Marshalsea
walls
,
during
a
portion
of
every
day
,
again
embraced
her
in
their
shadows
as
their
child
,
while
she
thought
for
Clennam
,
worked
for
him
,
watched
him
,
and
only
left
him
,
still
to
devote
her
utmost
love
and
care
to
him
.
Her
part
in
the
life
outside
the
gate
urged
its
pressing
claims
upon
her
too
,
and
her
patience
untiringly
responded
to
them
.
Here
was
Fanny
,
proud
,
fitful
,
whimsical
,
further
advanced
in
that
disqualified
state
for
going
into
society
which
had
so
much
fretted
her
on
the
evening
of
the
tortoise
-
shell
knife
,
resolved
always
to
want
comfort
,
resolved
not
to
be
comforted
,
resolved
to
be
deeply
wronged
,
and
resolved
that
nobody
should
have
the
audacity
to
think
her
so
.
Here
was
her
brother
,
a
weak
,
proud
,
tipsy
,
young
old
man
,
shaking
from
head
to
foot
,
talking
as
indistinctly
as
if
some
of
the
money
he
plumed
himself
upon
had
got
into
his
mouth
and
couldn
’
t
be
got
out
,
unable
to
walk
alone
in
any
act
of
his
life
,
and
patronising
the
sister
whom
he
selfishly
loved
(
he
always
had
that
negative
merit
,
ill
-
starred
and
ill
-
launched
Tip
!
)
because
he
suffered
her
to
lead
him
.
Here
was
Mrs
Merdle
in
gauzy
mourning
—
the
original
cap
whereof
had
possibly
been
rent
to
pieces
in
a
fit
of
grief
,
but
had
certainly
yielded
to
a
highly
becoming
article
from
the
Parisian
market
—
warring
with
Fanny
foot
to
foot
,
and
breasting
her
with
her
desolate
bosom
every
hour
in
the
day
.
Here
was
poor
Mr
Sparkler
,
not
knowing
how
to
keep
the
peace
between
them
,
but
humbly
inclining
to
the
opinion
that
they
could
do
no
better
than
agree
that
they
were
both
remarkably
fine
women
,
and
that
there
was
no
nonsense
about
either
of
them
—
for
which
gentle
recommendation
they
united
in
falling
upon
him
frightfully
.
Then
,
too
,
here
was
Mrs
General
,
got
home
from
foreign
parts
,
sending
a
Prune
and
a
Prism
by
post
every
other
day
,
demanding
a
new
Testimonial
by
way
of
recommendation
to
some
vacant
appointment
or
other
.
Of
which
remarkable
gentlewoman
it
may
be
finally
observed
,
that
there
surely
never
was
a
gentlewoman
of
whose
transcendent
fitness
for
any
vacant
appointment
on
the
face
of
this
earth
,
so
many
people
were
(
as
the
warmth
of
her
Testimonials
evinced
)
so
perfectly
satisfied
—
or
who
was
so
very
unfortunate
in
having
a
large
circle
of
ardent
and
distinguished
admirers
,
who
never
themselves
happened
to
want
her
in
any
capacity
.
On
the
first
crash
of
the
eminent
Mr
Merdle
’
s
decease
,
many
important
persons
had
been
unable
to
determine
whether
they
should
cut
Mrs
Merdle
,
or
comfort
her
.
As
it
seemed
,
however
,
essential
to
the
strength
of
their
own
case
that
they
should
admit
her
to
have
been
cruelly
deceived
,
they
graciously
made
the
admission
,
and
continued
to
know
her
.
It
followed
that
Mrs
Merdle
,
as
a
woman
of
fashion
and
good
breeding
who
had
been
sacrificed
to
the
wiles
of
a
vulgar
barbarian
(
for
Mr
Merdle
was
found
out
from
the
crown
of
his
head
to
the
sole
of
his
foot
,
the
moment
he
was
found
out
in
his
pocket
)
,
must
be
actively
championed
by
her
order
for
her
order
’
s
sake
.
