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Not
to
put
too
fine
a
point
upon
it
,
she
is
very
much
given
to
jealousy
.
And
you
see
,
a
foreign
female
of
that
genteel
appearance
coming
into
the
shop
,
and
hovering
—
I
should
be
the
last
to
make
use
of
a
strong
expression
if
I
could
avoid
it
,
but
hovering
,
sir
—
in
the
court
—
you
know
it
is
—
now
ain
’
t
it
?
I
only
put
it
to
yourself
,
sir
.
"
Mr
.
Snagsby
,
having
said
this
in
a
very
plaintive
manner
,
throws
in
a
cough
of
general
application
to
fill
up
all
the
blanks
.
"
Why
,
what
do
you
mean
?
"
asks
Mr
.
Tulkinghorn
.
"
Just
so
,
sir
,
"
returns
Mr
.
Snagsby
;
"
I
was
sure
you
would
feel
it
yourself
and
would
excuse
the
reasonableness
of
MY
feelings
when
coupled
with
the
known
excitableness
of
my
little
woman
.
You
see
,
the
foreign
female
—
which
you
mentioned
her
name
just
now
,
with
quite
a
native
sound
I
am
sure
—
caught
up
the
word
Snagsby
that
night
,
being
uncommon
quick
,
and
made
inquiry
,
and
got
the
direction
and
come
at
dinner
-
time
.
Now
Guster
,
our
young
woman
,
is
timid
and
has
fits
,
and
she
,
taking
fright
at
the
foreigner
’
s
looks
—
which
are
fierce
—
and
at
a
grinding
manner
that
she
has
of
speaking
—
which
is
calculated
to
alarm
a
weak
mind
—
gave
way
to
it
,
instead
of
bearing
up
against
it
,
and
tumbled
down
the
kitchen
stairs
out
of
one
into
another
,
such
fits
as
I
do
sometimes
think
are
never
gone
into
,
or
come
out
of
,
in
any
house
but
ours
.
Consequently
there
was
by
good
fortune
ample
occupation
for
my
little
woman
,
and
only
me
to
answer
the
shop
.
When
she
DID
say
that
Mr
.
Tulkinghorn
,
being
always
denied
to
her
by
his
employer
(
which
I
had
no
doubt
at
the
time
was
a
foreign
mode
of
viewing
a
clerk
)
,
she
would
do
herself
the
pleasure
of
continually
calling
at
my
place
until
she
was
let
in
here
.
Since
then
she
has
been
,
as
I
began
by
saying
,
hovering
,
hovering
,
sir
"
—
Mr
.
Snagsby
repeats
the
word
with
pathetic
emphasis
—
"
in
the
court
.
The
effects
of
which
movement
it
is
impossible
to
calculate
.
I
shouldn
’
t
wonder
if
it
might
have
already
given
rise
to
the
painfullest
mistakes
even
in
the
neighbours
’
minds
,
not
mentioning
(
if
such
a
thing
was
possible
)
my
little
woman
.
Whereas
,
goodness
knows
,
"
says
Mr
.
Snagsby
,
shaking
his
head
,
"
I
never
had
an
idea
of
a
foreign
female
,
except
as
being
formerly
connected
with
a
bunch
of
brooms
and
a
baby
,
or
at
the
present
time
with
a
tambourine
and
earrings
.
I
never
had
,
I
do
assure
you
,
sir
!
"
Mr
.
Tulkinghorn
had
listened
gravely
to
this
complaint
and
inquires
when
the
stationer
has
finished
,
"
And
that
’
s
all
,
is
it
,
Snagsby
?
"
"
Why
yes
,
sir
,
that
’
s
all
,
"
says
Mr
.
Snagsby
,
ending
with
a
cough
that
plainly
adds
,
"
and
it
’
s
enough
too
—
for
me
.
"
"
I
don
’
t
know
what
Mademoiselle
Hortense
may
want
or
mean
,
unless
she
is
mad
,
"
says
the
lawyer
.
"
Even
if
she
was
,
you
know
,
sir
,
"
Mr
.
Snagsby
pleads
,
"
it
wouldn
’
t
be
a
consolation
to
have
some
weapon
or
another
in
the
form
of
a
foreign
dagger
planted
in
the
family
.
"
"
No
,
"
says
the
other
.
"
Well
,
well
!
This
shall
be
stopped
.
I
am
sorry
you
have
been
inconvenienced
.
If
she
comes
again
,
send
her
here
.
"
Mr
.
Snagsby
,
with
much
bowing
and
short
apologetic
coughing
,
takes
his
leave
,
lightened
in
heart
.
Mr
.
Tulkinghorn
goes
upstairs
,
saying
to
himself
,
"
These
women
were
created
to
give
trouble
the
whole
earth
over
.
The
mistress
not
being
enough
to
deal
with
,
here
’
s
the
maid
now
!
But
I
will
be
short
with
THIS
jade
at
least
!
"
So
saying
,
he
unlocks
his
door
,
gropes
his
way
into
his
murky
rooms
,
lights
his
candles
,
and
looks
about
him
.
It
is
too
dark
to
see
much
of
the
Allegory
overhead
there
,
but
that
importunate
Roman
,
who
is
for
ever
toppling
out
of
the
clouds
and
pointing
,
is
at
his
old
work
pretty
distinctly
.
Not
honouring
him
with
much
attention
,
Mr
.
Tulkinghorn
takes
a
small
key
from
his
pocket
,
unlocks
a
drawer
in
which
there
is
another
key
,
which
unlocks
a
chest
in
which
there
is
another
,
and
so
comes
to
the
cellar
-
key
,
with
which
he
prepares
to
descend
to
the
regions
of
old
wine
.
He
is
going
towards
the
door
with
a
candle
in
his
hand
when
a
knock
comes
.
"
Who
’
s
this
?
Aye
,
aye
,
mistress
,
it
’
s
you
,
is
it
?
You
appear
at
a
good
time
.
I
have
just
been
hearing
of
you
.
Now
!
What
do
you
want
?
"
He
stands
the
candle
on
the
chimney
-
piece
in
the
clerk
’
s
hall
and
taps
his
dry
cheek
with
the
key
as
he
addresses
these
words
of
welcome
to
Mademoiselle
Hortense
.
That
feline
personage
,
with
her
lips
tightly
shut
and
her
eyes
looking
out
at
him
sideways
,
softly
closes
the
door
before
replying
.
"
I
have
had
great
deal
of
trouble
to
find
you
,
sir
.
"
"
HAVE
you
!
"
"
I
have
been
here
very
often
,
sir
.
It
has
always
been
said
to
me
,
he
is
not
at
home
,
he
is
engage
,
he
is
this
and
that
,
he
is
not
for
you
.
"
"
Quite
right
,
and
quite
true
.
"
"
Not
true
.
Lies
!
"
At
times
there
is
a
suddenness
in
the
manner
of
Mademoiselle
Hortense
so
like
a
bodily
spring
upon
the
subject
of
it
that
such
subject
involuntarily
starts
and
fails
back
.
It
is
Mr
.
Tulkinghorn
’
s
case
at
present
,
though
Mademoiselle
Hortense
,
with
her
eyes
almost
shut
up
(
but
still
looking
out
sideways
)
,
is
only
smiling
contemptuously
and
shaking
her
head
.
"
Now
,
mistress
,
"
says
the
lawyer
,
tapping
the
key
hastily
upon
the
chimney
-
piece
.
"
If
you
have
anything
to
say
,
say
it
,
say
it
.
"
"
Sir
,
you
have
not
use
me
well
.
You
have
been
mean
and
shabby
.
"
"
Mean
and
shabby
,
eh
?
"
returns
the
lawyer
,
rubbing
his
nose
with
the
key
.
"
Yes
.
What
is
it
that
I
tell
you
?
You
know
you
have
.
You
have
attrapped
me
—
catched
me
—
to
give
you
information
;
you
have
asked
me
to
show
you
the
dress
of
mine
my
Lady
must
have
wore
that
night
,
you
have
prayed
me
to
come
in
it
here
to
meet
that
boy
.
Say
!
Is
it
not
?
"
Mademoiselle
Hortense
makes
another
spring
.
"
You
are
a
vixen
,
a
vixen
!
"
Mr
.
Tulkinghorn
seems
to
meditate
as
he
looks
distrustfully
at
her
,
then
he
replies
,
"
Well
,
wench
,
well
.
I
paid
you
.
"
"
You
paid
me
!
"
she
repeats
with
fierce
disdain
.
"
Two
sovereign
!
I
have
not
change
them
,
I
re
-
fuse
them
,
I
des
-
pise
them
,
I
throw
them
from
me
!
"
Which
she
literally
does
,
taking
them
out
of
her
bosom
as
she
speaks
and
flinging
them
with
such
violence
on
the
floor
that
they
jerk
up
again
into
the
light
before
they
roll
away
into
corners
and
slowly
settle
down
there
after
spinning
vehemently
.
"
Now
!
"
says
Mademoiselle
Hortense
,
darkening
her
large
eyes
again
.
"
You
have
paid
me
?
Eh
,
my
God
,
oh
yes
!
"
Mr
.
Tulkinghorn
rubs
his
head
with
the
key
while
she
entertains
herself
with
a
sarcastic
laugh
.
"
You
must
be
rich
,
my
fair
friend
,
"
he
composedly
observes
,
"
to
throw
money
about
in
that
way
!
"
"
I
AM
rich
,
"
she
returns
.
"
I
am
very
rich
in
hate
.
I
hate
my
Lady
,
of
all
my
heart
.
You
know
that
.
"
"
Know
it
?
How
should
I
know
it
?
"
"
Because
you
have
known
it
perfectly
before
you
prayed
me
to
give
you
that
information
.
Because
you
have
known
perfectly
that
I
was
en
-
r
-
r
-
r
-
raged
!
"
It
appears
impossible
for
mademoiselle
to
roll
the
letter
"
r
"
sufficiently
in
this
word
,
notwithstanding
that
she
assists
her
energetic
delivery
by
clenching
both
her
hands
and
setting
all
her
teeth
.
"
Oh
!
I
knew
that
,
did
I
?
"
says
Mr
.
Tulkinghorn
,
examining
the
wards
of
the
key
.
"
Yes
,
without
doubt
.
I
am
not
blind
.
You
have
made
sure
of
me
because
you
knew
that
.
You
had
reason
!
I
det
-
est
her
.
"
Mademoiselle
Hortense
folds
her
arms
and
throws
this
last
remark
at
him
over
one
of
her
shoulders
.
"
Having
said
this
,
have
you
anything
else
to
say
,
mademoiselle
?
"
"
I
am
not
yet
placed
.
Place
me
well
.
Find
me
a
good
condition
!
If
you
cannot
,
or
do
not
choose
to
do
that
,
employ
me
to
pursue
her
,
to
chase
her
,
to
disgrace
and
to
dishonour
her
.
I
will
help
you
well
,
and
with
a
good
will
.
It
is
what
YOU
do
.
Do
I
not
know
that
?
"
"
You
appear
to
know
a
good
deal
,
"
Mr
.
Tulkinghorn
retorts
.
"
Do
I
not
?
Is
it
that
I
am
so
weak
as
to
believe
,
like
a
child
,
that
I
come
here
in
that
dress
to
rec
-
eive
that
boy
only
to
decide
a
little
bet
,
a
wager
?
Eh
,
my
God
,
oh
yes
!
"
In
this
reply
,
down
to
the
word
"
wager
"
inclusive
,
mademoiselle
has
been
ironically
polite
and
tender
,
then
as
suddenly
dashed
into
the
bitterest
and
most
defiant
scorn
,
with
her
black
eyes
in
one
and
the
same
moment
very
nearly
shut
and
staringly
wide
open
.
"
Now
,
let
us
see
,
"
says
Mr
.
Tulkinghorn
,
tapping
his
chin
with
the
key
and
looking
imperturbably
at
her
,
"
how
this
matter
stands
.
"
"
Ah
!
Let
us
see
,
"
mademoiselle
assents
,
with
many
angry
and
tight
nods
of
her
head
.
"
You
come
here
to
make
a
remarkably
modest
demand
,
which
you
have
just
stated
,
and
it
not
being
conceded
,
you
will
come
again
.
"
"
And
again
,
"
says
mademoiselle
with
more
tight
and
angry
nods
.
"
And
yet
again
.
And
yet
again
.
And
many
times
again
.
In
effect
,
for
ever
!
"
"
And
not
only
here
,
but
you
will
go
to
Mr
.
Snagsby
’
s
too
,
perhaps
?
That
visit
not
succeeding
either
,
you
will
go
again
perhaps
?
"
"
And
again
,
"
repeats
mademoiselle
,
cataleptic
with
determination
.
"
And
yet
again
.
And
yet
again
.
And
many
times
again
.
In
effect
,
for
ever
!
"
"
Very
well
.
Now
,
Mademoiselle
Hortense
,
let
me
recommend
you
to
take
the
candle
and
pick
up
that
money
of
yours
.
I
think
you
will
find
it
behind
the
clerk
’
s
partition
in
the
corner
yonder
.
"
She
merely
throws
a
laugh
over
her
shoulder
and
stands
her
ground
with
folded
arms
.
"
You
will
not
,
eh
?
"
"
No
,
I
will
not
!
"
"
So
much
the
poorer
you
;
so
much
the
richer
I
!
Look
,
mistress
,
this
is
the
key
of
my
wine
-
cellar
.
It
is
a
large
key
,
but
the
keys
of
prisons
are
larger
.
In
this
city
there
are
houses
of
correction
(
where
the
treadmills
are
,
for
women
)
,
the
gates
of
which
are
very
strong
and
heavy
,
and
no
doubt
the
keys
too
.
I
am
afraid
a
lady
of
your
spirit
and
activity
would
find
it
an
inconvenience
to
have
one
of
those
keys
turned
upon
her
for
any
length
of
time
.
What
do
you
think
?
"
"
I
think
,
"
mademoiselle
replies
without
any
action
and
in
a
clear
,
obliging
voice
,
"
that
you
are
a
miserable
wretch
.
"
"
Probably
,
"
returns
Mr
.
Tulkinghorn
,
quietly
blowing
his
nose
.
"
But
I
don
’
t
ask
what
you
think
of
myself
;
I
ask
what
you
think
of
the
prison
.
"
"
Nothing
.
What
does
it
matter
to
me
?
"
"
Why
,
it
matters
this
much
,
mistress
,
"
says
the
lawyer
,
deliberately
putting
away
his
handkerchief
and
adjusting
his
frill
;
"
the
law
is
so
despotic
here
that
it
interferes
to
prevent
any
of
our
good
English
citizens
from
being
troubled
,
even
by
a
lady
’
s
visits
against
his
desire
.
And
on
his
complaining
that
he
is
so
troubled
,
it
takes
hold
of
the
troublesome
lady
and
shuts
her
up
in
prison
under
hard
discipline
.
Turns
the
key
upon
her
,
mistress
.
"
Illustrating
with
the
cellar
-
key
.
"
Truly
?
"
returns
mademoiselle
in
the
same
pleasant
voice
.
"
That
is
droll
!
But
—
my
faith
!
—
still
what
does
it
matter
to
me
?
"
"
My
fair
friend
,
"
says
Mr
.
Tulkinghorn
,
"
make
another
visit
here
,
or
at
Mr
.
Snagsby
’
s
,
and
you
shall
learn
.
"
"
In
that
case
you
will
send
me
to
the
prison
,
perhaps
?
"
"
Perhaps
.
"
It
would
be
contradictory
for
one
in
mademoiselle
’
s
state
of
agreeable
jocularity
to
foam
at
the
mouth
,
otherwise
a
tigerish
expansion
thereabouts
might
look
as
if
a
very
little
more
would
make
her
do
it
.
"
In
a
word
,
mistress
,
"
says
Mr
.
Tulkinghorn
,
"
I
am
sorry
to
be
unpolite
,
but
if
you
ever
present
yourself
uninvited
here
—
or
there
—
again
,
I
will
give
you
over
to
the
police
.
Their
gallantry
is
great
,
but
they
carry
troublesome
people
through
the
streets
in
an
ignominious
manner
,
strapped
down
on
a
board
,
my
good
wench
.
"
"
I
will
prove
you
,
"
whispers
mademoiselle
,
stretching
out
her
hand
,
"
I
will
try
if
you
dare
to
do
it
!
"
"
And
if
,
"
pursues
the
lawyer
without
minding
her
,
"
I
place
you
in
that
good
condition
of
being
locked
up
in
jail
,
it
will
be
some
time
before
you
find
yourself
at
liberty
again
.
"
"
I
will
prove
you
,
"
repeats
mademoiselle
in
her
former
whisper
.
"
And
now
,
"
proceeds
the
lawyer
,
still
without
minding
her
,
"
you
had
better
go
.
Think
twice
before
you
come
here
again
.
"
"
Think
you
,
"
she
answers
,
"
twice
two
hundred
times
!
"
"
You
were
dismissed
by
your
lady
,
you
know
,
"
Mr
.
Tulkinghorn
observes
,
following
her
out
upon
the
staircase
,
"
as
the
most
implacable
and
unmanageable
of
women
.
Now
turn
over
a
new
leaf
and
take
warning
by
what
I
say
to
you
.
For
what
I
say
,
I
mean
;
and
what
I
threaten
,
I
will
do
,
mistress
.
"
She
goes
down
without
answering
or
looking
behind
her
When
she
is
gone
,
he
goes
down
too
,
and
returning
with
his
cobweb
-
covered
bottle
,
devotes
himself
to
a
leisurely
enjoyment
of
its
contents
,
now
and
then
,
as
he
throws
his
head
back
in
his
chair
,
catching
sight
of
the
pertinacious
Roman
pointing
from
the
ceiling
.
It
matters
little
now
how
much
I
thought
of
my
living
mother
who
had
told
me
evermore
to
consider
her
dead
.
I
could
not
venture
to
approach
her
or
to
communicate
with
her
in
writing
,
for
my
sense
of
the
peril
in
which
her
life
was
passed
was
only
to
be
equalled
by
my
fears
of
increasing
it
.
Knowing
that
my
mere
existence
as
a
living
creature
was
an
unforeseen
danger
in
her
way
,
I
could
not
always
conquer
that
terror
of
myself
which
had
seized
me
when
I
first
knew
the
secret
.
At
no
time
did
I
dare
to
utter
her
name
.
I
felt
as
if
I
did
not
even
dare
to
hear
it
.
If
the
conversation
anywhere
,
when
I
was
present
,
took
that
direction
,
as
it
sometimes
naturally
did
,
I
tried
not
to
hear
:
I
mentally
counted
,
repeated
something
that
I
knew
,
or
went
out
of
the
room
.
I
am
conscious
now
that
I
often
did
these
things
when
there
can
have
been
no
danger
of
her
being
spoken
of
,
but
I
did
them
in
the
dread
I
had
of
hearing
anything
that
might
lead
to
her
betrayal
,
and
to
her
betrayal
through
me
.
It
matters
little
now
how
often
I
recalled
the
tones
of
my
mother
’
s
voice
,
wondered
whether
I
should
ever
hear
it
again
as
I
so
longed
to
do
,
and
thought
how
strange
and
desolate
it
was
that
it
should
be
so
new
to
me
.
It
matters
little
that
I
watched
for
every
public
mention
of
my
mother
’
s
name
;
that
I
passed
and
repassed
the
door
of
her
house
in
town
,
loving
it
,
but
afraid
to
look
at
it
;
that
I
once
sat
in
the
theatre
when
my
mother
was
there
and
saw
me
,
and
when
we
were
so
wide
asunder
before
the
great
company
of
all
degrees
that
any
link
or
confidence
between
us
seemed
a
dream
.
It
is
all
,
all
over
.
