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Mr
Flintwinch
had
by
this
time
poured
himself
out
another
cup
of
tea
,
which
he
was
swallowing
in
gulps
as
before
,
with
his
eyes
directed
to
the
invalid
.
‘
You
may
be
heart
-
free
here
,
sir
,
’
she
returned
to
Mr
Blandois
.
‘
Those
letters
are
not
intended
,
I
believe
,
for
the
initials
of
any
name
.
’
‘
Of
a
motto
,
perhaps
,
’
said
Mr
Blandois
,
casually
.
‘
Of
a
sentence
.
They
have
always
stood
,
I
believe
,
for
Do
Not
Forget
!
’
‘
And
naturally
,
’
said
Mr
Blandois
,
replacing
the
watch
and
stepping
backward
to
his
former
chair
,
‘
you
do
not
forget
.
’
Mr
Flintwinch
,
finishing
his
tea
,
not
only
took
a
longer
gulp
than
he
had
taken
yet
,
but
made
his
succeeding
pause
under
new
circumstances
:
that
is
to
say
,
with
his
head
thrown
back
and
his
cup
held
still
at
his
lips
,
while
his
eyes
were
still
directed
at
the
invalid
.
She
had
that
force
of
face
,
and
that
concentrated
air
of
collecting
her
firmness
or
obstinacy
,
which
represented
in
her
case
what
would
have
been
gesture
and
action
in
another
,
as
she
replied
with
her
deliberate
strength
of
speech
:
‘
No
,
sir
,
I
do
not
forget
.
To
lead
a
life
as
monotonous
as
mine
has
been
during
many
years
,
is
not
the
way
to
forget
.
To
lead
a
life
of
self
-
correction
is
not
the
way
to
forget
.
To
be
sensible
of
having
(
as
we
all
have
,
every
one
of
us
,
all
the
children
of
Adam
!
)
offences
to
expiate
and
peace
to
make
,
does
not
justify
the
desire
to
forget
.
Therefore
I
have
long
dismissed
it
,
and
I
neither
forget
nor
wish
to
forget
.
’
Mr
Flintwinch
,
who
had
latterly
been
shaking
the
sediment
at
the
bottom
of
his
tea
-
cup
,
round
and
round
,
here
gulped
it
down
,
and
putting
the
cup
in
the
tea
-
tray
,
as
done
with
,
turned
his
eyes
upon
Mr
Blandois
as
if
to
ask
him
what
he
thought
of
that
?
‘
All
expressed
,
madam
,
’
said
Mr
Blandois
,
with
his
smoothest
bow
and
his
white
hand
on
his
breast
,
‘
by
the
word
“
naturally
,
”
which
I
am
proud
to
have
had
sufficient
apprehension
and
appreciation
(
but
without
appreciation
I
could
not
be
Blandois
)
to
employ
.
