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Mr
Flintwinch
,
therefore
,
wormed
himself
up
the
staircase
,
and
Mr
Blandois
followed
close
.
They
ascended
to
the
great
garret
bed
-
room
which
Arthur
had
occupied
on
the
night
of
his
return
.
‘
There
,
Mr
Blandois
!
’
said
Jeremiah
,
showing
it
,
‘
I
hope
you
may
think
that
worth
coming
so
high
to
see
.
I
confess
I
don
’
t
.
’
Mr
Blandois
being
enraptured
,
they
walked
through
other
garrets
and
passages
,
and
came
down
the
staircase
again
.
By
this
time
Mr
Flintwinch
had
remarked
that
he
never
found
the
visitor
looking
at
any
room
,
after
throwing
one
quick
glance
around
,
but
always
found
the
visitor
looking
at
him
,
Mr
Flintwinch
.
With
this
discovery
in
his
thoughts
,
he
turned
about
on
the
staircase
for
another
experiment
.
He
met
his
eyes
directly
;
and
on
the
instant
of
their
fixing
one
another
,
the
visitor
,
with
that
ugly
play
of
nose
and
moustache
,
laughed
(
as
he
had
done
at
every
similar
moment
since
they
left
Mrs
Clennam
’
s
chamber
)
a
diabolically
silent
laugh
.
As
a
much
shorter
man
than
the
visitor
,
Mr
Flintwinch
was
at
the
physical
disadvantage
of
being
thus
disagreeably
leered
at
from
a
height
;
and
as
he
went
first
down
the
staircase
,
and
was
usually
a
step
or
two
lower
than
the
other
,
this
disadvantage
was
at
the
time
increased
.
He
postponed
looking
at
Mr
Blandois
again
until
this
accidental
inequality
was
removed
by
their
having
entered
the
late
Mr
Clennam
’
s
room
.
But
,
then
twisting
himself
suddenly
round
upon
him
,
he
found
his
look
unchanged
.
‘
A
most
admirable
old
house
,
’
smiled
Mr
Blandois
.
‘
So
mysterious
.
Do
you
never
hear
any
haunted
noises
here
?
’
‘
Noises
,
’
returned
Mr
Flintwinch
.
‘
No
.
’
‘
Nor
see
any
devils
?
’
‘
Not
,
’
said
Mr
Flintwinch
,
grimly
screwing
himself
at
his
questioner
,
‘
not
any
that
introduce
themselves
under
that
name
and
in
that
capacity
.
’
‘
Haha
!
A
portrait
here
,
I
see
.
’
(
Still
looking
at
Mr
Flintwinch
,
as
if
he
were
the
portrait
.
)
