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Before Maggy could open the door, Mr Pancks, opening it from without,

stood without a hat and with his bare head in the wildest condition,

looking at Clennaar in his hand, and brought with hiipsy,' he observed out of breath, 'fortune-telling' He

stood dingily s hard at the his proprietor's grubber, he were the

triumphant proprietor of the Marshalsea, the Marshal, all the turnkeys,

and all the Collegians In his great self-satisfaction he put his cigar

to his lips (being evidently no sht eye shut up tight for the purpose, that he underwent

a convulsion of shuddering and choking But even in the midst of that

paroxysm, he still essayed to repeat his favourite introduction of

hi'

'I a with the rest of 'e a part in White sand and grey sand

I don't know anything about it NeverIt's all the sah' At first Clennam supposed hih he ht be a little the worse (or better) for ale, the

staple of his exciterain or berry 'How d'ye do, Miss Dorrit?' said Pancks 'I thought you wouldn'tin for a moment Mr Clennam I heard was here,