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‘
Oh
!
You
know
!
’
she
returned
.
‘
This
flame
of
Henry
’
s
.
This
unfortunate
fancy
.
There
!
If
it
is
a
point
of
honour
that
I
should
originate
the
name
—
Miss
Mickles
—
Miggles
.
’
‘
Miss
Meagles
,
’
said
Clennam
,
‘
is
very
beautiful
.
’
‘
Men
are
so
often
mistaken
on
those
points
,
’
returned
Mrs
Gowan
,
shaking
her
head
,
‘
that
I
candidly
confess
to
you
I
feel
anything
but
sure
of
it
,
even
now
;
though
it
is
something
to
have
Henry
corroborated
with
so
much
gravity
and
emphasis
.
He
picked
the
people
up
at
Rome
,
I
think
?
’
The
phrase
would
have
given
nobody
mortal
offence
.
Clennam
replied
,
‘
Excuse
me
,
I
doubt
if
I
understand
your
expression
.
’
‘
Picked
the
people
up
,
’
said
Mrs
Gowan
,
tapping
the
sticks
of
her
closed
fan
(
a
large
green
one
,
which
she
used
as
a
hand
-
screen
)
on
her
little
table
.
‘
Came
upon
them
.
Found
them
out
.
Stumbled
against
them
.
’
‘
The
people
?
’
‘
Yes
.
The
Miggles
people
.
’
‘
I
really
cannot
say
,
’
said
Clennam
,
‘
where
my
friend
Mr
Meagles
first
presented
Mr
Henry
Gowan
to
his
daughter
.
’
‘
I
am
pretty
sure
he
picked
her
up
at
Rome
;
but
never
mind
where
—
somewhere
.
Now
(
this
is
entirely
between
ourselves
)
,
is
she
very
plebeian
?
’
