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‘
Madam
,
’
said
Mr
Blandois
,
with
an
ugly
fall
of
his
eyebrows
,
‘
I
adore
your
sex
,
but
I
am
not
married
—
never
was
.
’
Mistress
Affery
,
who
stood
at
the
table
near
him
,
pouring
out
the
tea
,
happened
in
her
dreamy
state
to
look
at
him
as
he
said
these
words
,
and
to
fancy
that
she
caught
an
expression
in
his
eyes
which
attracted
her
own
eyes
so
that
she
could
not
get
them
away
.
The
effect
of
this
fancy
was
to
keep
her
staring
at
him
with
the
tea
-
pot
in
her
hand
,
not
only
to
her
own
great
uneasiness
,
but
manifestly
to
his
,
too
;
and
,
through
them
both
,
to
Mrs
Clennam
’
s
and
Mr
Flintwinch
’
s
.
Thus
a
few
ghostly
moments
supervened
,
when
they
were
all
confusedly
staring
without
knowing
why
.
‘
Affery
,
’
her
mistress
was
the
first
to
say
,
‘
what
is
the
matter
with
you
?
’
‘
I
don
’
t
know
,
’
said
Mistress
Affery
,
with
her
disengaged
left
hand
extended
towards
the
visitor
.
‘
It
ain
’
t
me
.
It
’
s
him
!
’
‘
What
does
this
good
woman
mean
?
’
cried
Mr
Blandois
,
turning
white
,
hot
,
and
slowly
rising
with
a
look
of
such
deadly
wrath
that
it
contrasted
surprisingly
with
the
slight
force
of
his
words
.
‘
How
is
it
possible
to
understand
this
good
creature
?
’
‘
It
’
s
not
possible
,
’
said
Mr
Flintwinch
,
screwing
himself
rapidly
in
that
direction
.
‘
She
don
’
t
know
what
she
means
.
She
’
s
an
idiot
,
a
wanderer
in
her
mind
.
She
shall
have
a
dose
,
she
shall
have
such
a
dose
!
Get
along
with
you
,
my
woman
,
’
he
added
in
her
ear
,
‘
get
along
with
you
,
while
you
know
you
’
re
Affery
,
and
before
you
’
re
shaken
to
yeast
.
’
Mistress
Affery
,
sensible
of
the
danger
in
which
her
identity
stood
,
relinquished
the
tea
-
pot
as
her
husband
seized
it
,
put
her
apron
over
her
head
,
and
in
a
twinkling
vanished
.
The
visitor
gradually
broke
into
a
smile
,
and
sat
down
again
.
‘
You
’
ll
excuse
her
,
Mr
Blandois
,
’
said
Jeremiah
,
pouring
out
the
tea
himself
,
‘
she
’
s
failing
and
breaking
up
;
that
’
s
what
she
’
s
about
.
Do
you
take
sugar
,
sir
?
’
‘
Thank
you
,
no
tea
for
me
.
—
Pardon
my
observing
it
,
but
that
’
s
a
very
remarkable
watch
!
’
