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‘
If
I
cared
to
know
,
I
should
know
already
.
Could
I
not
have
asked
her
any
day
?
’
‘
Then
you
don
’
t
care
to
know
?
’
‘
I
do
not
.
’
Mr
Flintwinch
,
having
expelled
a
long
significant
breath
said
,
with
his
former
emphasis
,
‘
For
I
have
accidentally
—
mind
!
—
found
out
.
’
‘
Wherever
she
lives
,
’
said
Mrs
Clennam
,
speaking
in
one
unmodulated
hard
voice
,
and
separating
her
words
as
distinctly
as
if
she
were
reading
them
off
from
separate
bits
of
metal
that
she
took
up
one
by
one
,
‘
she
has
made
a
secret
of
it
,
and
she
shall
always
keep
her
secret
from
me
.
’
‘
After
all
,
perhaps
you
would
rather
not
have
known
the
fact
,
any
how
?
’
said
Jeremiah
;
and
he
said
it
with
a
twist
,
as
if
his
words
had
come
out
of
him
in
his
own
wry
shape
.
‘
Flintwinch
,
’
said
his
mistress
and
partner
,
flashing
into
a
sudden
energy
that
made
Affery
start
,
‘
why
do
you
goad
me
?
Look
round
this
room
.
If
it
is
any
compensation
for
my
long
confinement
within
these
narrow
limits
—
not
that
I
complain
of
being
afflicted
;
you
know
I
never
complain
of
that
—
if
it
is
any
compensation
to
me
for
long
confinement
to
this
room
,
that
while
I
am
shut
up
from
all
pleasant
change
I
am
also
shut
up
from
the
knowledge
of
some
things
that
I
may
prefer
to
avoid
knowing
,
why
should
you
,
of
all
men
,
grudge
me
that
belief
?
’
‘
I
don
’
t
grudge
it
to
you
,
’
returned
Jeremiah
.
‘
Then
say
no
more
.
Say
no
more
.
Let
Little
Dorrit
keep
her
secret
from
me
,
and
do
you
keep
it
from
me
also
.
Let
her
come
and
go
,
unobserved
and
unquestioned
.
Let
me
suffer
,
and
let
me
have
what
alleviation
belongs
to
my
condition
.
Is
it
so
much
,
that
you
torment
me
like
an
evil
spirit
?
’
