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He's one of us He's in it An't you, Mr Clennae creature was fast co

itself to Clennam Little Dorrit with aed quick looks 'I was et what

it was Oh, I know! Capital co 'eenerous of you,' she returned, noticing another of the quick

looks between the two 'Not at all,' said Pancks 'Don'tinto my

property, that's the fact I can afford to be liberal I think I'll give

'em a treat here Tables laid in the yard Bread in stacks Pipes in

faggots Tobacco in hayloads Roast beef and plu for every one

Quart of double stout a head Pint of wine too, if they like it, and the

authorities give permission--Eh, Miss Dorrit?'

She was thrown into such a confusion by hisof his manner (for she looked to him

after every fresh appeal and cockatoo demonstration on the part of Mr

Pancks), that she onlyany

word 'And oh, by-the-bye!' said Pancks, 'you were to live to knoas

behind us on that little hand of yours And so you shall, you shall, --Eh, Miss Dorrit?' He had suddenly checked his from, that no up all over his head like the reat firework, was a

wonderful mystery 'But I shall be missed;' he came back to that; 'and I don't want 'eain I said you should find me

stick to it