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But
,
in
his
own
tongue
,
and
in
his
own
head
,
Mr
Meagles
was
a
clear
,
shrewd
,
persevering
man
.
When
he
had
‘
worked
round
,
’
as
he
called
it
,
to
Paris
in
his
pilgrimage
,
and
had
wholly
failed
in
it
so
far
,
he
was
not
disheartened
.
‘
The
nearer
to
England
I
follow
him
,
you
see
,
Mother
,
’
argued
Mr
Meagles
,
‘
the
nearer
I
am
likely
to
come
to
the
papers
,
whether
they
turn
up
or
no
.
Because
it
is
only
reasonable
to
conclude
that
he
would
deposit
them
somewhere
where
they
would
be
safe
from
people
over
in
England
,
and
where
they
would
yet
be
accessible
to
himself
,
don
’
t
you
see
?
’
At
Paris
Mr
Meagles
found
a
letter
from
Little
Dorrit
,
lying
waiting
for
him
;
in
which
she
mentioned
that
she
had
been
able
to
talk
for
a
minute
or
two
with
Mr
Clennam
about
this
man
who
was
no
more
;
and
that
when
she
told
Mr
Clennam
that
his
friend
Mr
Meagles
,
who
was
on
his
way
to
see
him
,
had
an
interest
in
ascertaining
something
about
the
man
if
he
could
,
he
had
asked
her
to
tell
Mr
Meagles
that
he
had
been
known
to
Miss
Wade
,
then
living
in
such
a
street
at
Calais
.
‘
Oho
!
’
said
Mr
Meagles
.
As
soon
afterwards
as
might
be
in
those
Diligence
days
,
Mr
Meagles
rang
the
cracked
bell
at
the
cracked
gate
,
and
it
jarred
open
,
and
the
peasant
-
woman
stood
in
the
dark
doorway
,
saying
,
‘
Ice
-
say
!
Seer
!
Who
?
’
In
acknowledgment
of
whose
address
,
Mr
Meagles
murmured
to
himself
that
there
was
some
sense
about
these
Calais
people
,
who
really
did
know
something
of
what
you
and
themselves
were
up
to
;
and
returned
,
‘
Miss
Wade
,
my
dear
.
’
He
was
then
shown
into
the
presence
of
Miss
Wade
.
‘
It
’
s
some
time
since
we
met
,
’
said
Mr
Meagles
,
clearing
his
throat
;
‘
I
hope
you
have
been
pretty
well
,
Miss
Wade
?
’
Without
hoping
that
he
or
anybody
else
had
been
pretty
well
,
Miss
Wade
asked
him
to
what
she
was
indebted
for
the
honour
of
seeing
him
again
?
Mr
Meagles
,
in
the
meanwhile
,
glanced
all
round
the
room
without
observing
anything
in
the
shape
of
a
box
.
‘
Why
,
the
truth
is
,
Miss
Wade
,
’
said
Mr
Meagles
,
in
a
comfortable
,
managing
,
not
to
say
coaxing
voice
,
‘
it
is
possible
that
you
may
be
able
to
throw
a
light
upon
a
little
something
that
is
at
present
dark
.
Any
unpleasant
bygones
between
us
are
bygones
,
I
hope
.
Can
’
t
be
helped
now
.
You
recollect
my
daughter
?
Time
changes
so
!
A
mother
!
’
In
his
innocence
,
Mr
Meagles
could
not
have
struck
a
worse
key
-
note
.
He
paused
for
any
expression
of
interest
,
but
paused
in
vain
.
‘
That
is
not
the
subject
you
wished
to
enter
on
?
’
she
said
,
after
a
cold
silence
.
‘
No
,
no
,
’
returned
Mr
Meagles
.
‘
No
.
I
thought
your
good
nature
might
—
’
