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Master
Arthur
repeated
his
recent
refusal
to
pick
at
anything
.
‘
Very
well
,
then
,
’
said
the
old
man
;
‘
make
his
bed
.
Stir
yourself
.
’
His
neck
was
so
twisted
that
the
knotted
ends
of
his
white
cravat
usually
dangled
under
one
ear
;
his
natural
acerbity
and
energy
,
always
contending
with
a
second
nature
of
habitual
repression
,
gave
his
features
a
swollen
and
suffused
look
;
and
altogether
,
he
had
a
weird
appearance
of
having
hanged
himself
at
one
time
or
other
,
and
of
having
gone
about
ever
since
,
halter
and
all
,
exactly
as
some
timely
hand
had
cut
him
down
.
‘
You
’
ll
have
bitter
words
together
to
-
morrow
,
Arthur
;
you
and
your
mother
,
’
said
Jeremiah
.
‘
Your
having
given
up
the
business
on
your
father
’
s
death
—
which
she
suspects
,
though
we
have
left
it
to
you
to
tell
her
—
won
’
t
go
off
smoothly
.
’
‘
I
have
given
up
everything
in
life
for
the
business
,
and
the
time
came
for
me
to
give
up
that
.
’
‘
Good
!
’
cried
Jeremiah
,
evidently
meaning
Bad
.
‘
Very
good
!
only
don
’
t
expect
me
to
stand
between
your
mother
and
you
,
Arthur
.
I
stood
between
your
mother
and
your
father
,
fending
off
this
,
and
fending
off
that
,
and
getting
crushed
and
pounded
betwixt
em
;
and
I
’
ve
done
with
such
work
.
’
‘
You
will
never
be
asked
to
begin
it
again
for
me
,
Jeremiah
.
’
‘
Good
.
I
’
m
glad
to
hear
it
;
because
I
should
have
had
to
decline
it
,
if
I
had
been
.
That
’
s
enough
—
as
your
mother
says
—
and
more
than
enough
of
such
matters
on
a
Sabbath
night
.
Affery
,
woman
,
have
you
found
what
you
want
yet
?
’
She
had
been
collecting
sheets
and
blankets
from
a
press
,
and
hastened
to
gather
them
up
,
and
to
reply
,
‘
Yes
,
Jeremiah
.
’
Arthur
Clennam
helped
her
by
carrying
the
load
himself
,
wished
the
old
man
good
night
,
and
went
up
-
stairs
with
her
to
the
top
of
the
house
.
They
mounted
up
and
up
,
through
the
musty
smell
of
an
old
close
house
,
little
used
,
to
a
large
garret
bed
-
room
.
Meagre
and
spare
,
like
all
the
other
rooms
,
it
was
even
uglier
and
grimmer
than
the
rest
,
by
being
the
place
of
banishment
for
the
worn
-
out
furniture
.
Its
movables
were
ugly
old
chairs
with
worn
-
out
seats
,
and
ugly
old
chairs
without
any
seats
;
a
threadbare
patternless
carpet
,
a
maimed
table
,
a
crippled
wardrobe
,
a
lean
set
of
fire
-
irons
like
the
skeleton
of
a
set
deceased
,
a
washing
-
stand
that
looked
as
if
it
had
stood
for
ages
in
a
hail
of
dirty
soapsuds
,
and
a
bedstead
with
four
bare
atomies
of
posts
,
each
terminating
in
a
spike
,
as
if
for
the
dismal
accommodation
of
lodgers
who
might
prefer
to
impale
themselves
.
Arthur
opened
the
long
low
window
,
and
looked
out
upon
the
old
blasted
and
blackened
forest
of
chimneys
,
and
the
old
red
glare
in
the
sky
,
which
had
seemed
to
him
once
upon
a
time
but
a
nightly
reflection
of
the
fiery
environment
that
was
presented
to
his
childish
fancy
in
all
directions
,
let
it
look
where
it
would
.
