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Chapter 17. Nobody’s Rival

           SonowMrGowan,likethatworn-outoldcoffinwhichneverwasMahomet’snoranybodyelse’s,hungmidwaybetweentwopoints:jaundicedandjealousastotheonehehadleft:jaundicedandjealousastotheotherthathecouldn’treach.

           SuchwasthesubstanceofClennam’sdiscoveriesconcerninghim,madethatrainySundayafternoonandafterwards.

           Aboutanhourorsoafterdinnertime,YoungBarnacleappeared,attendedbyhiseye-glass;inhonourofwhosefamilyconnections,MrMeagleshadcashieredtheprettyparlour-maidsfortheday,andhadplacedondutyintheirsteadtwodingymen.YoungBarnaclewasinthelastdegreeamazedanddisconcertedatsightofArthur,andhadmurmuredinvoluntarily,‘Lookhere!uponmysoul,youknow!’beforehispresenceofmindreturned.

           Eventhen,hewasobligedtoembracetheearliestopportunityoftakinghisfriendintoawindow,andsaying,inanasalwaythatwasapartofhisgeneraldebility:

           ‘Iwanttospeaktoyou,Gowan.Isay.Lookhere.Whoisthatfellow?’

           ‘Afriendofourhost’s.Noneofmine.’

           ‘He’samostferociousRadical,youknow,’saidYoungBarnacle.

           ‘Ishe?Howdoyouknow?’

           ‘Ecod,sir,hewasPitchingintoourpeopletheotherdayinthemosttremendousmanner.WentuptoourplaceandPitchedintomyfathertothatextentthatitwasnecessarytoorderhimout.CamebacktoourDepartment,andPitchedintome.Lookhere.Youneversawsuchafellow.

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