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Then and there, on that Marshalsea pave,

did Mr Pancks, of allof Pentonville, General Agent, Accountant, and Recoverer of Debts

Alighting on his feet, he took Clennaly produced froly produced from his pocket a bundle of

papers

'Stay!' said Clennam in a whisper'You have made a discovery'

Mr Pancks answered, with an unction which there is no language to

convey, 'We rather think so' 'Does it implicate any one?' 'How i of any kind?'

'Not a bit of it' 'Thank God!' said Clennam to himself 'No me' 'You are to

understand'--snorted Pancks, feverishly unfolding papers, and speaking

in short high-pressure blasts of sentences, 'Where's the Pedigree?

Where's Schedule nuht! Here we are--You

are to understand that we are this very day virtually coally for a day or two Call it at the outside a week We've

been at it night and day for I don't kno long Mr Rugg, you know

how long?

Never mind Don't say You'll only confuse ive you leave Where's that rough total,

Mr Rugg? Oh! Here we are! There sir! That's what you'll have to break to

her That man's your Father of the Marshalsea!'