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The
major
characteristics
discoverable
by
the
stranger
in
Mr
F
.
‘
s
Aunt
,
were
extreme
severity
and
grim
taciturnity
;
sometimes
interrupted
by
a
propensity
to
offer
remarks
in
a
deep
warning
voice
,
which
,
being
totally
uncalled
for
by
anything
said
by
anybody
,
and
traceable
to
no
association
of
ideas
,
confounded
and
terrified
the
Mind
.
Mr
F
.
‘
s
Aunt
may
have
thrown
in
these
observations
on
some
system
of
her
own
,
and
it
may
have
been
ingenious
,
or
even
subtle
:
but
the
key
to
it
was
wanted
.
The
neatly
-
served
and
well
-
cooked
dinner
(
for
everything
about
the
Patriarchal
household
promoted
quiet
digestion
)
began
with
some
soup
,
some
fried
soles
,
a
butter
-
boat
of
shrimp
sauce
,
and
a
dish
of
potatoes
.
The
conversation
still
turned
on
the
receipt
of
rents
.
Mr
F
.
‘
s
Aunt
,
after
regarding
the
company
for
ten
minutes
with
a
malevolent
gaze
,
delivered
the
following
fearful
remark
:
‘
When
we
lived
at
Henley
,
Barnes
’
s
gander
was
stole
by
tinkers
.
’
Mr
Pancks
courageously
nodded
his
head
and
said
,
‘
All
right
,
ma
’
am
.
’
But
the
effect
of
this
mysterious
communication
upon
Clennam
was
absolutely
to
frighten
him
.
And
another
circumstance
invested
this
old
lady
with
peculiar
terrors
.
Though
she
was
always
staring
,
she
never
acknowledged
that
she
saw
any
individual
.
The
polite
and
attentive
stranger
would
desire
,
say
,
to
consult
her
inclinations
on
the
subject
of
potatoes
.
His
expressive
action
would
be
hopelessly
lost
upon
her
,
and
what
could
he
do
?
No
man
could
say
,
‘
Mr
F
.
‘
s
Aunt
,
will
you
permit
me
?
’
Every
man
retired
from
the
spoon
,
as
Clennam
did
,
cowed
and
baffled
.
There
was
mutton
,
a
steak
,
and
an
apple
-
pie
—
nothing
in
the
remotest
way
connected
with
ganders
—
and
the
dinner
went
on
like
a
disenchanted
feast
,
as
it
truly
was
.
Once
upon
a
time
Clennam
had
sat
at
that
table
taking
no
heed
of
anything
but
Flora
;
now
the
principal
heed
he
took
of
Flora
was
to
observe
,
against
his
will
,
that
she
was
very
fond
of
porter
,
that
she
combined
a
great
deal
of
sherry
with
sentiment
,
and
that
if
she
were
a
little
overgrown
,
it
was
upon
substantial
grounds
.
The
last
of
the
Patriarchs
had
always
been
a
mighty
eater
,
and
he
disposed
of
an
immense
quantity
of
solid
food
with
the
benignity
of
a
good
soul
who
was
feeding
some
one
else
.
Mr
Pancks
,
who
was
always
in
a
hurry
,
and
who
referred
at
intervals
to
a
little
dirty
notebook
which
he
kept
beside
him
(
perhaps
containing
the
names
of
the
defaulters
he
meant
to
look
up
by
way
of
dessert
)
,
took
in
his
victuals
much
as
if
he
were
coaling
;
with
a
good
deal
of
noise
,
a
good
deal
of
dropping
about
,
and
a
puff
and
a
snort
occasionally
,
as
if
he
were
nearly
ready
to
steam
away
.
All
through
dinner
,
Flora
combined
her
present
appetite
for
eating
and
drinking
with
her
past
appetite
for
romantic
love
,
in
a
way
that
made
Clennam
afraid
to
lift
his
eyes
from
his
plate
;
since
he
could
not
look
towards
her
without
receiving
some
glance
of
mysterious
meaning
or
warning
,
as
if
they
were
engaged
in
a
plot
.
Mr
F
.
‘
s
Aunt
sat
silently
defying
him
with
an
aspect
of
the
greatest
bitterness
,
until
the
removal
of
the
cloth
and
the
appearance
of
the
decanters
,
when
she
originated
another
observation
—
struck
into
the
conversation
like
a
clock
,
without
consulting
anybody
.
Flora
had
just
said
,
‘
Mr
Clennam
,
will
you
give
me
a
glass
of
port
for
Mr
F
.
‘
s
Aunt
?
’
