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No
;
nor
would
he
have
that
,
either
.
‘
It
’
s
no
reason
,
Arthur
,
’
said
the
old
woman
,
bending
over
him
to
whisper
,
‘
that
because
I
am
afeared
of
my
life
of
‘
em
,
you
should
be
.
You
’
ve
got
half
the
property
,
haven
’
t
you
?
’
‘
Yes
,
yes
.
’
‘
Well
then
,
don
’
t
you
be
cowed
.
You
’
re
clever
,
Arthur
,
an
’
t
you
?
’
He
nodded
,
as
she
seemed
to
expect
an
answer
in
the
affirmative
.
‘
Then
stand
up
against
them
!
She
’
s
awful
clever
,
and
none
but
a
clever
one
durst
say
a
word
to
her
.
He
’
s
a
clever
one
—
oh
,
he
’
s
a
clever
one
!
—
and
he
gives
it
her
when
he
has
a
mind
to
’
t
,
he
does
!
’
‘
Your
husband
does
?
’
‘
Does
?
It
makes
me
shake
from
head
to
foot
,
to
hear
him
give
it
her
.
My
husband
,
Jeremiah
Flintwinch
,
can
conquer
even
your
mother
.
What
can
he
be
but
a
clever
one
to
do
that
!
’
His
shuffling
footstep
coming
towards
them
caused
her
to
retreat
to
the
other
end
of
the
room
.
Though
a
tall
,
hard
-
favoured
,
sinewy
old
woman
,
who
in
her
youth
might
have
enlisted
in
the
Foot
Guards
without
much
fear
of
discovery
,
she
collapsed
before
the
little
keen
-
eyed
crab
-
like
old
man
.
‘
Now
,
Affery
,
’
said
he
,
‘
now
,
woman
,
what
are
you
doing
?
Can
’
t
you
find
Master
Arthur
something
or
another
to
pick
at
?
’
