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‘
Then
it
’
s
all
true
and
they
really
do
!
good
gracious
Arthur
!
—
pray
excuse
me
—
old
habit
—
Mr
Clennam
far
more
proper
—
what
a
country
to
live
in
for
so
long
a
time
,
and
with
so
many
lanterns
and
umbrellas
too
how
very
dark
and
wet
the
climate
ought
to
be
and
no
doubt
actually
is
,
and
the
sums
of
money
that
must
be
made
by
those
two
trades
where
everybody
carries
them
and
hangs
them
everywhere
,
the
little
shoes
too
and
the
feet
screwed
back
in
infancy
is
quite
surprising
,
what
a
traveller
you
are
!
’
In
his
ridiculous
distress
,
Clennam
received
another
of
the
old
glances
without
in
the
least
knowing
what
to
do
with
it
.
‘
Dear
dear
,
’
said
Flora
,
‘
only
to
think
of
the
changes
at
home
Arthur
—
cannot
overcome
it
,
and
seems
so
natural
,
Mr
Clennam
far
more
proper
—
since
you
became
familiar
with
the
Chinese
customs
and
language
which
I
am
persuaded
you
speak
like
a
Native
if
not
better
for
you
were
always
quick
and
clever
though
immensely
difficult
no
doubt
,
I
am
sure
the
tea
chests
alone
would
kill
me
if
I
tried
,
such
changes
Arthur
—
I
am
doing
it
again
,
seems
so
natural
,
most
improper
—
as
no
one
could
have
believed
,
who
could
have
ever
imagined
Mrs
Finching
when
I
can
’
t
imagine
it
myself
!
’
‘
Is
that
your
married
name
?
’
asked
Arthur
,
struck
,
in
the
midst
of
all
this
,
by
a
certain
warmth
of
heart
that
expressed
itself
in
her
tone
when
she
referred
,
however
oddly
,
to
the
youthful
relation
in
which
they
had
stood
to
one
another
.
‘
Finching
?
’
‘
Finching
oh
yes
isn
’
t
it
a
dreadful
name
,
but
as
Mr
F
.
said
when
he
proposed
to
me
which
he
did
seven
times
and
handsomely
consented
I
must
say
to
be
what
he
used
to
call
on
liking
twelve
months
,
after
all
,
he
wasn
’
t
answerable
for
it
and
couldn
’
t
help
it
could
he
,
Excellent
man
,
not
at
all
like
you
but
excellent
man
!
’
Flora
had
at
last
talked
herself
out
of
breath
for
one
moment
.
One
moment
;
for
she
recovered
breath
in
the
act
of
raising
a
minute
corner
of
her
pocket
-
handkerchief
to
her
eye
,
as
a
tribute
to
the
ghost
of
the
departed
Mr
F
.
,
and
began
again
.
‘
No
one
could
dispute
,
Arthur
—
Mr
Clennam
—
that
it
’
s
quite
right
you
should
be
formally
friendly
to
me
under
the
altered
circumstances
and
indeed
you
couldn
’
t
be
anything
else
,
at
least
I
suppose
not
you
ought
to
know
,
but
I
can
’
t
help
recalling
that
there
was
a
time
when
things
were
very
different
.
’
‘
My
dear
Mrs
Finching
,
’
Arthur
began
,
struck
by
the
good
tone
again
.
‘
Oh
not
that
nasty
ugly
name
,
say
Flora
!
’
‘
Flora
.
I
assure
you
,
Flora
,
I
am
happy
in
seeing
you
once
more
,
and
in
finding
that
,
like
me
,
you
have
not
forgotten
the
old
foolish
dreams
,
when
we
saw
all
before
us
in
the
light
of
our
youth
and
hope
.
’
