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’SupposingIhadbeenoftheClennamsofCornwall?’
’You’dhaveheardofsomethingtoyouradvantage。’
’Indeed!Ihaveheardoflittleenoughtomyadvantageforsometime。’
’There’saCornishpropertygoingabegging,sir,andnotaCornishClennamtohaveitfortheasking,’saidPancks,takinghisnote-
bookfromhisbreastpocketandputtingitinagain。’Iturnoffhere。Iwishyougoodnight。’
’Goodnight!’saidClennam。ButtheTug,suddenlylightened,anduntrammelledbyhavinganyweightintow,wasalreadypuffingawayintothedistance。
TheyhadcrossedSmithfieldtogether,andClennamwasleftaloneatthecornerofBarbican。Hehadnointentionofpresentinghimselfinhismother’sdismalroomthatnight,andcouldnothavefeltmoredepressedandcastawayifhehadbeeninawilderness。HeturnedslowlydownAldersgateStreet,andwasponderinghiswayalongtowardsSaintPaul’s,purposingtocomeintooneofthegreatthoroughfaresforthesakeoftheirlightandlife,whenacrowdofpeopleflockedtowardshimonthesamepavement,andhestoodasideagainstashoptoletthempass。Astheycameup,hemadeoutthattheyweregatheredaroundasomethingthatwascarriedonmen’sshoulders。Hesoonsawthatitwasalitter,hastilymadeofashutterorsomesuchthing;andarecumbentfigureuponit,andthescrapsofconversationinthecrowd,andamuddybundlecarriedbyoneman,andamuddyhatcarriedbyanother,informedhimthatanaccidenthadoccurred。Thelitterstoppedunderalampbeforeithadpassedhimhalf-a-dozenpaces,forsomereadjustmentoftheburden;and,thecrowdstoppingtoo,hefoundhimselfinthemidstofthearray。
’AnaccidentgoingtotheHospital?’heaskedanoldmanbesidehim,whostoodshakinghishead,invitingconversation。
’Yes,’saidtheman,’alongofthemMails。Theyoughttobeprosecutedandfined,themMails。TheycomearacingoutofLadLaneandWoodStreetattwelveorfourteenmileahour,themMailsdo。Theonlywonderis,thatpeopleain’tkilledoftenerbythemMails。’
’Thispersonisnotkilled,Ihope?’
’Idon’tknow!’saidtheman,’itan’tforthewantofawillinthemMails,ifhean’t。’Thespeakerhavingfoldedhisarms,andsetincomfortablytoaddresshisdepreciationofthemMailstoanyofthebystanderswhowouldlisten,severalvoices,outofpuresympathywiththesufferer,confirmedhim;onevoicesayingtoClennam,’They’reapublicnuisance,themMails,sir;’another,’I
seeoneon’empullupwithinhalfainchofaboy,lastnight;’
another,’Iseeoneon’emgooveracat,sir——anditmighthavebeenyourownmother;’andallrepresenting,byimplication,thatifhehappenedtopossessanypublicinfluence,hecouldnotuseitbetterthanagainstthemMails。
’Why,anativeEnglishmanisputtoiteverynightofhislife,tosavehislifefromthemMails,’arguedthefirstoldman;’andheknowswhenthey’reacomingroundthecorner,totearhimlimbfromlimb。Whatcanyouexpectfromapoorforeignerwhodon’tknownothingabout’em!’
’Isthisaforeigner?’saidClennam,leaningforwardtolook。
Inthemidstofsuchrepliesas’Frenchman,sir,’’Porteghe