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‘
As
happy
as
most
other
married
people
,
I
suppose
,
’
returned
Mr
Flintwinch
.
‘
I
can
’
t
say
.
I
don
’
t
know
.
There
are
secrets
in
all
families
.
’
‘
Secrets
!
’
cried
Mr
Blandois
,
quickly
.
‘
Say
it
again
,
my
son
.
’
‘
I
say
,
’
replied
Mr
Flintwinch
,
upon
whom
he
had
swelled
himself
so
suddenly
that
Mr
Flintwinch
found
his
face
almost
brushed
by
the
dilated
chest
.
‘
I
say
there
are
secrets
in
all
families
.
’
‘
So
there
are
,
’
cried
the
other
,
clapping
him
on
both
shoulders
,
and
rolling
him
backwards
and
forwards
.
‘
Haha
!
you
are
right
.
So
there
are
!
Secrets
!
Holy
Blue
!
There
are
the
devil
’
s
own
secrets
in
some
families
,
Mr
Flintwinch
!
’
With
that
,
after
clapping
Mr
Flintwinch
on
both
shoulders
several
times
,
as
if
in
a
friendly
and
humorous
way
he
were
rallying
him
on
a
joke
he
had
made
,
he
threw
up
his
arms
,
threw
back
his
head
,
hooked
his
hands
together
behind
it
,
and
burst
into
a
roar
of
laughter
.
It
was
in
vain
for
Mr
Flintwinch
to
try
another
screw
at
him
.
He
had
his
laugh
out
.
‘
But
,
favour
me
with
the
candle
a
moment
,
’
he
said
,
when
he
had
done
.
‘
Let
us
have
a
look
at
the
husband
of
the
remarkable
lady
.
Hah
!
’
holding
up
the
light
at
arm
’
s
length
.
‘
A
decided
expression
of
face
here
too
,
though
not
of
the
same
character
.
Looks
as
if
he
were
saying
,
what
is
it
—
Do
Not
Forget
—
does
he
not
,
Mr
Flintwinch
?
By
Heaven
,
sir
,
he
does
!
’
As
he
returned
the
candle
,
he
looked
at
him
once
more
;
and
then
,
leisurely
strolling
out
with
him
into
the
hall
,
declared
it
to
be
a
charming
old
house
indeed
,
and
one
which
had
so
greatly
pleased
him
that
he
would
not
have
missed
inspecting
it
for
a
hundred
pounds
.
Throughout
these
singular
freedoms
on
the
part
of
Mr
Blandois
,
which
involved
a
general
alteration
in
his
demeanour
,
making
it
much
coarser
and
rougher
,
much
more
violent
and
audacious
than
before
,
Mr
Flintwinch
,
whose
leathern
face
was
not
liable
to
many
changes
,
preserved
its
immobility
intact
.
Beyond
now
appearing
perhaps
,
to
have
been
left
hanging
a
trifle
too
long
before
that
friendly
operation
of
cutting
down
,
he
outwardly
maintained
an
equable
composure
.
They
had
brought
their
survey
to
a
close
in
the
little
room
at
the
side
of
the
hall
,
and
he
stood
there
,
eyeing
Mr
Blandois
.
‘
I
am
glad
you
are
so
well
satisfied
,
sir
,
’
was
his
calm
remark
.
‘
I
didn
’
t
expect
it
.
You
seem
to
be
quite
in
good
spirits
.
’
‘
In
admirable
spirits
,
’
returned
Blandois
.
‘
Word
of
honour
!
never
more
refreshed
in
spirits
.
Do
you
ever
have
presentiments
,
Mr
Flintwinch
?
’
