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"
May
I
ask
what
they
are
?
"
"
A
fellow
like
our
friend
the
Spider
,
"
answered
Mr
.
Jaggers
,
"
either
beats
or
cringes
.
He
may
cringe
and
growl
,
or
cringe
and
not
growl
;
but
he
either
beats
or
cringes
.
Ask
Wemmick
his
opinion
.
"
"
Either
beats
or
cringes
,
"
said
Wemmick
,
not
at
all
addressing
himself
to
me
.
"
So
here
’
s
to
Mrs
.
Bentley
Drummle
,
"
said
Mr
.
Jaggers
,
taking
a
decanter
of
choicer
wine
from
his
dumb
-
waiter
,
and
filling
for
each
of
us
and
for
himself
,
"
and
may
the
question
of
supremacy
be
settled
to
the
lady
’
s
satisfaction
!
To
the
satisfaction
of
the
lady
and
the
gentleman
,
it
never
will
be
.
Now
,
Molly
,
Molly
,
Molly
,
Molly
,
how
slow
you
are
to
-
day
!
"
She
was
at
his
elbow
when
he
addressed
her
,
putting
a
dish
upon
the
table
.
As
she
withdrew
her
hands
from
it
,
she
fell
back
a
step
or
two
,
nervously
muttering
some
excuse
.
And
a
certain
action
of
her
fingers
,
as
she
spoke
,
arrested
my
attention
.
"
What
’
s
the
matter
?
"
said
Mr
.
Jaggers
.
"
Nothing
.
Only
the
subject
we
were
speaking
of
,
"
said
I
,
"
was
rather
painful
to
me
.
"
The
action
of
her
fingers
was
like
the
action
of
knitting
.
She
stood
looking
at
her
master
,
not
understanding
whether
she
was
free
to
go
,
or
whether
he
had
more
to
say
to
her
and
would
call
her
back
if
she
did
go
.
Her
look
was
very
intent
.
Surely
,
I
had
seen
exactly
such
eyes
and
such
hands
on
a
memorable
occasion
very
lately
!
He
dismissed
her
,
and
she
glided
out
of
the
room
.
But
she
remained
before
me
as
plainly
as
if
she
were
still
there
.
I
looked
at
those
hands
,
I
looked
at
those
eyes
,
I
looked
at
that
flowing
hair
;
and
I
compared
them
with
other
hands
,
other
eyes
,
other
hair
,
that
I
knew
of
,
and
with
what
those
might
be
after
twenty
years
of
a
brutal
husband
and
a
stormy
life
.
I
looked
again
at
those
hands
and
eyes
of
the
housekeeper
,
and
thought
of
the
inexplicable
feeling
that
had
come
over
me
when
I
last
walked
—
not
alone
—
in
the
ruined
garden
,
and
through
the
deserted
brewery
.
