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‘
Jeremiah
?
Tea
-
time
?
I
don
’
t
know
what
’
s
come
to
me
.
But
I
got
such
a
dreadful
turn
,
Jeremiah
,
before
I
went
—
off
a
-
dreaming
,
that
I
think
it
must
be
that
.
’
‘
Yoogh
!
Sleepy
-
Head
!
’
said
Mr
Flintwinch
,
‘
what
are
you
talking
about
?
’
‘
Such
a
strange
noise
,
Jeremiah
,
and
such
a
curious
movement
.
In
the
kitchen
here
—
just
here
.
’
Jeremiah
held
up
his
light
and
looked
at
the
blackened
ceiling
,
held
down
his
light
and
looked
at
the
damp
stone
floor
,
turned
round
with
his
light
and
looked
about
at
the
spotted
and
blotched
walls
.
‘
Rats
,
cats
,
water
,
drains
,
’
said
Jeremiah
.
Mistress
Affery
negatived
each
with
a
shake
of
her
head
.
‘
No
,
Jeremiah
;
I
have
felt
it
before
.
I
have
felt
it
up
-
stairs
,
and
once
on
the
staircase
as
I
was
going
from
her
room
to
ours
in
the
night
—
a
rustle
and
a
sort
of
trembling
touch
behind
me
.
’
‘
Affery
,
my
woman
,
’
said
Mr
Flintwinch
grimly
,
after
advancing
his
nose
to
that
lady
’
s
lips
as
a
test
for
the
detection
of
spirituous
liquors
,
‘
if
you
don
’
t
get
tea
pretty
quick
,
old
woman
,
you
’
ll
become
sensible
of
a
rustle
and
a
touch
that
’
ll
send
you
flying
to
the
other
end
of
the
kitchen
.
’
This
prediction
stimulated
Mrs
Flintwinch
to
bestir
herself
,
and
to
hasten
up
-
stairs
to
Mrs
Clennam
’
s
chamber
.
But
,
for
all
that
,
she
now
began
to
entertain
a
settled
conviction
that
there
was
something
wrong
in
the
gloomy
house
.
Henceforth
,
she
was
never
at
peace
in
it
after
daylight
departed
;
and
never
went
up
or
down
stairs
in
the
dark
without
having
her
apron
over
her
head
,
lest
she
should
see
something
.
What
with
these
ghostly
apprehensions
and
her
singular
dreams
,
Mrs
Flintwinch
fell
that
evening
into
a
haunted
state
of
mind
,
from
which
it
may
be
long
before
this
present
narrative
descries
any
trace
of
her
recovery
.
In
the
vagueness
and
indistinctness
of
all
her
new
experiences
and
perceptions
,
as
everything
about
her
was
mysterious
to
herself
she
began
to
be
mysterious
to
others
:
and
became
as
difficult
to
be
made
out
to
anybody
’
s
satisfaction
as
she
found
the
house
and
everything
in
it
difficult
to
make
out
to
her
own
.
She
had
not
yet
finished
preparing
Mrs
Clennam
’
s
tea
,
when
the
soft
knock
came
to
the
door
which
always
announced
Little
Dorrit
.
