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Our Mutual Friend<p>Little Dorrit<br>Thirty years ago, Marseilles lay burning in the sun, one day.</p><p><a href="https://mastodon.art/tags/CharlesDickens" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>CharlesDickens</span></a> / <a href="https://mastodon.art/tags/LittleDorrit" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>LittleDorrit</span></a> / <a href="https://mastodon.art/tags/satire" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>satire</span></a> / <a href="https://mastodon.art/tags/debt" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>debt</span></a> / <a href="https://mastodon.art/tags/class" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>class</span></a> / <a href="https://mastodon.art/tags/wealth" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>wealth</span></a> / <a href="https://mastodon.art/tags/poverty" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>poverty</span></a> &lt;<a href="https://www.dickenslit.com/Little_Dorrit/" rel="nofollow noopener" translate="no" target="_blank"><span class="invisible">https://www.</span><span class="">dickenslit.com/Little_Dorrit/</span><span class="invisible"></span></a>&gt;</p>
DickensYouSay<p>Mr Pancks, in whom these impersonal compliments produced an irresistible sheepishness, never rallied after such a charge. He could only bite his nails and puff away to the next Defaulter. The responsive Bleeding Hearts would then gather round the Defaulter whom he had just abandoned, and the most extravagant rumours would circulate among them, to their great comfort, touching the amount of Mr Merdle’s ready money.<br><a href="https://mastodon.social/tags/LittleDorrit" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>LittleDorrit</span></a><br><a href="https://mastodon.social/tags/CharlesDickens" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>CharlesDickens</span></a></p>
DickensYouSay<p>Better for our sakes, and better for yours, too. You wouldn’t have to worry no one, then, sir. You wouldn’t have to worry us, and you wouldn’t have to worry yourself. You’d be easier in your own mind, sir, and you’d leave others easier, too, you would, if you were Mr Merdle.’<br><a href="https://mastodon.social/tags/LittleDorrit" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>LittleDorrit</span></a><br><a href="https://mastodon.social/tags/CharlesDickens" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>CharlesDickens</span></a></p>
DickensYouSay<p>‘No, sir,’ the Defaulter would reply. ‘I only wish you&nbsp;were&nbsp;him, sir.’<br><a href="https://mastodon.social/tags/LittleDorrit" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>LittleDorrit</span></a><br><a href="https://mastodon.social/tags/CharlesDickens" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>CharlesDickens</span></a></p>
DickensYouSay<p>Mr Pancks would be now reduced to saying as he booked the case, ‘Well! You’ll have the broker in, and be turned out; that’s what’ll happen to you. It’s no use talking to me about Mr Merdle. You are not Mr Merdle, any more than I am.’<br><a href="https://mastodon.social/tags/LittleDorrit" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>LittleDorrit</span></a><br><a href="https://mastodon.social/tags/CharlesDickens" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>CharlesDickens</span></a></p>
DickensYouSay<p>The response would be heard again here, implying that it was impossible to say anything fairer, and that this was the next thing to paying the money down.<br><a href="https://mastodon.social/tags/LittleDorrit" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>LittleDorrit</span></a><br><a href="https://mastodon.social/tags/CharlesDickens" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>CharlesDickens</span></a></p>
DickensYouSay<p>‘If I was Mr Merdle, sir, you wouldn’t have cause to complain of me then. No, believe me!’ the Defaulter would proceed with a shake of the head. ‘I’d pay up so quick then, Mr Pancks, that you shouldn’t have to ask me.’<br><a href="https://mastodon.social/tags/LittleDorrit" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>LittleDorrit</span></a><br><a href="https://mastodon.social/tags/CharlesDickens" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>CharlesDickens</span></a></p>
DickensYouSay<p>Dialogues on the rent-question usually took place at the house-doors or in the entries, and in the presence of several deeply interested Bleeding Hearts. They always received a reference of this kind with a low murmur of response, as if it were convincing; and the Defaulter, however black and discomfited before, always cheered up a little in making it.<br><a href="https://mastodon.social/tags/LittleDorrit" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>LittleDorrit</span></a><br><a href="https://mastodon.social/tags/CharlesDickens" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>CharlesDickens</span></a></p>
DickensYouSay<p>‘My proprietor isn’t going to stand this, you know,’ Mr Pancks would proceed. ‘He don’t send me here for this. Pay up! Come!’<br>The Defaulter would make answer, ‘Ah, Mr Pancks. If I was the rich gentleman whose name is in everybody’s mouth—if my name was Merdle, sir—I’d soon pay up, and be glad to do it.’<br><a href="https://mastodon.social/tags/LittleDorrit" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>LittleDorrit</span></a><br><a href="https://mastodon.social/tags/CharlesDickens" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>CharlesDickens</span></a></p>
DickensYouSay<p>‘Now, then!’ Mr Pancks would say, to a defaulting lodger. ‘Pay up! Come on!’<br>‘I haven’t got it, Mr Pancks,’ Defaulter would reply. ‘I tell you the truth, sir, when I say I haven’t got so much as a single sixpence of it to bless myself with.’<br>‘This won’t do, you know,’ Mr Pancks would retort. ‘You don’t expect it&nbsp;will&nbsp;do; do you?’<br>Defaulter would admit, with a low-spirited ‘No, sir,’ having no such expectation.<br><a href="https://mastodon.social/tags/LittleDorrit" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>LittleDorrit</span></a><br><a href="https://mastodon.social/tags/CharlesDickens" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>CharlesDickens</span></a></p>
DickensYouSay<p>So rife and potent was the fever in Bleeding Heart Yard, that Mr Pancks’s rent-days caused no interval in the patients. The disease took the singular form, on those occasions, of causing the infected to find an unfathomable excuse and consolation in allusions to the magic name.<br><a href="https://mastodon.social/tags/LittleDorrit" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>LittleDorrit</span></a><br><a href="https://mastodon.social/tags/CharlesDickens" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>CharlesDickens</span></a></p>
DickensYouSay<p>for it was such and only such that knowed the heighth to which the bread and butchers’ meat had rose, and it was such and only such that both could and would bring that heighth down.<br><a href="https://mastodon.social/tags/LittleDorrit" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>LittleDorrit</span></a><br><a href="https://mastodon.social/tags/CharlesDickens" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>CharlesDickens</span></a></p>
DickensYouSay<p>That how she was as handsome a lady, ma’am, as lived, no matter wheres, and a busk like marble itself. That how, according to what they was told, ma’am, it was her son by a former husband as was took into the Government; and a General he had been, and armies he had marched again and victory crowned, if all you heard was to be believed. <br><a href="https://mastodon.social/tags/LittleDorrit" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>LittleDorrit</span></a><br><a href="https://mastodon.social/tags/CharlesDickens" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>CharlesDickens</span></a></p>
DickensYouSay<p>fur toe be brought. Mr Baptist, sole lodger of Mr and Mrs Plornish was reputed in whispers to lay by the savings which were the result of his simple and moderate life, for investment in one of Mr Merdle’s certain enterprises. <br><a href="https://mastodon.social/tags/LittleDorrit" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>LittleDorrit</span></a><br><a href="https://mastodon.social/tags/CharlesDickens" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>CharlesDickens</span></a></p>
DickensYouSay<p>Down in Bleeding Heart Yard, where there was not one unappropriated halfpenny, as lively an interest was taken in this paragon of men as on the Stock Exchange. Mrs Plornish, now established in the small grocery and general trade in a snug little shop at the crack end of the Yard, at the top of the steps, with her little old father and Maggy acting as assistants, habitually held forth about him over the counter in conversation with her customers. <br><a href="https://mastodon.social/tags/LittleDorrit" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>LittleDorrit</span></a><br><a href="https://mastodon.social/tags/CharlesDickens" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>CharlesDickens</span></a></p>
DickensYouSay<p>As a vast fire will fill the air to a great distance with its roar, so the sacred flame which the mighty Barnacles had fanned caused the air to resound more and more with the name of Merdle. It was deposited on every lip, and carried into every ear. There never was, there never had been, there never again should be, such a man as Mr Merdle. Nobody, as aforesaid, knew what he had done; but everybody knew him to be the greatest that had appeared.<br><a href="https://mastodon.social/tags/LittleDorrit" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>LittleDorrit</span></a><br><a href="https://mastodon.social/tags/CharlesDickens" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>CharlesDickens</span></a></p>
DickensYouSay<p>is a fact as firmly established by experience as that we human creatures breathe an atmosphere. A blessing beyond appreciation would be conferred upon mankind, if the tainted, in whose weakness or wickedness these virulent disorders are bred, could be instantly seized and placed in close confinement (not to say summarily smothered) before the poison is communicable.<br><a href="https://mastodon.social/tags/LittleDorrit" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>LittleDorrit</span></a><br><a href="https://mastodon.social/tags/CharlesDickens" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>CharlesDickens</span></a></p>
DickensYouSay<p>CHAPTER 13. <br>The Progress of an Epidemic</p><p>That it is at least as difficult to stay a moral infection as a physical one; that such a disease will spread with the malignity and rapidity of the Plague; that the contagion, when it has once made head, will spare no pursuit or condition, but will lay hold on people in the soundest health, and become developed in the most unlikely constitutions: <br><a href="https://mastodon.social/tags/LittleDorrit" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>LittleDorrit</span></a><br><a href="https://mastodon.social/tags/CharlesDickens" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>CharlesDickens</span></a></p>