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Thank God! said Clennam to himself. Now show me. You are to understandsnorted Pancks, feverishly unfolding papers, and speaking in short high-pressure blasts of sentences, Wheres the Pedigree? Wheres Schedule number four, Mr Rugg? Oh! all right! Here we are.You are to understand that we are this very day virtually complete. We shant be legally for a day or two. Call it at the outside a week. Weve been at it night and day for I dont know how long. Mr Rugg, you know how long? Never mind. Dont say. Youll only confuse me. You shall tell her, Mr Clennam. Not till we give you leave. Wheres that rough total, Mr Rugg? Oh! Here we are! There sir! Thats what youll have to break to her. That mans your Father of the Marshalsea! |
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