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‘
I
asked
you
a
question
.
That
’
s
all
.
’
‘
I
have
answered
it
.
So
,
say
no
more
.
Say
no
more
.
’
Here
the
sound
of
the
wheeled
chair
was
heard
upon
the
floor
,
and
Affery
’
s
bell
rang
with
a
hasty
jerk
.
More
afraid
of
her
husband
at
the
moment
than
of
the
mysterious
sound
in
the
kitchen
,
Affery
crept
away
as
lightly
and
as
quickly
as
she
could
,
descended
the
kitchen
stairs
almost
as
rapidly
as
she
had
ascended
them
,
resumed
her
seat
before
the
fire
,
tucked
up
her
skirt
again
,
and
finally
threw
her
apron
over
her
head
.
Then
the
bell
rang
once
more
,
and
then
once
more
,
and
then
kept
on
ringing
;
in
despite
of
which
importunate
summons
,
Affery
still
sat
behind
her
apron
,
recovering
her
breath
.
At
last
Mr
Flintwinch
came
shuffling
down
the
staircase
into
the
hall
,
muttering
and
calling
‘
Affery
woman
!
’
all
the
way
.
Affery
still
remaining
behind
her
apron
,
he
came
stumbling
down
the
kitchen
stairs
,
candle
in
hand
,
sidled
up
to
her
,
twitched
her
apron
off
,
and
roused
her
.
‘
Oh
Jeremiah
!
’
cried
Affery
,
waking
.
‘
What
a
start
you
gave
me
!
’
‘
What
have
you
been
doing
,
woman
?
’
inquired
Jeremiah
.
‘
You
’
ve
been
rung
for
fifty
times
.
’
‘
Oh
Jeremiah
,
’
said
Mistress
Affery
,
‘
I
have
been
a
-
dreaming
!
’
Reminded
of
her
former
achievement
in
that
way
,
Mr
Flintwinch
held
the
candle
to
her
head
,
as
if
he
had
some
idea
of
lighting
her
up
for
the
illumination
of
the
kitchen
.
‘
Don
’
t
you
know
it
’
s
her
tea
-
time
?
’
he
demanded
with
a
vicious
grin
,
and
giving
one
of
the
legs
of
Mistress
Affery
’
s
chair
a
kick
.
