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‘
Have
you
got
another
?
’
‘
No
.
’
‘
Here
’
s
news
for
you
,
then
.
She
’
s
well
to
do
now
,
and
a
widow
.
And
if
you
like
to
have
her
,
why
you
can
.
’
‘
And
how
do
you
know
that
,
Affery
?
’
‘
Them
two
clever
ones
have
been
speaking
about
it
.
—
There
’
s
Jeremiah
on
the
stairs
!
’
She
was
gone
in
a
moment
.
Mrs
Flintwinch
had
introduced
into
the
web
that
his
mind
was
busily
weaving
,
in
that
old
workshop
where
the
loom
of
his
youth
had
stood
,
the
last
thread
wanting
to
the
pattern
The
airy
folly
of
a
boy
’
s
love
had
found
its
way
even
into
that
house
,
and
he
had
been
as
wretched
under
its
hopelessness
as
if
the
house
had
been
a
castle
of
romance
.
Little
more
than
a
week
ago
at
Marseilles
,
the
face
of
the
pretty
girl
from
whom
he
had
parted
with
regret
,
had
had
an
unusual
interest
for
him
,
and
a
tender
hold
upon
him
,
because
of
some
resemblance
,
real
or
imagined
,
to
this
first
face
that
had
soared
out
of
his
gloomy
life
into
the
bright
glories
of
fancy
.
He
leaned
upon
the
sill
of
the
long
low
window
,
and
looking
out
upon
the
blackened
forest
of
chimneys
again
,
began
to
dream
;
for
it
had
been
the
uniform
tendency
of
this
man
’
s
life
—
so
much
was
wanting
in
it
to
think
about
,
so
much
that
might
have
been
better
directed
and
happier
to
speculate
upon
—
to
make
him
a
dreamer
,
after
all
.
When
Mrs
Flintwinch
dreamed
,
she
usually
dreamed
,
unlike
the
son
of
her
old
mistress
,
with
her
eyes
shut
.
She
had
a
curiously
vivid
dream
that
night
,
and
before
she
had
left
the
son
of
her
old
mistress
many
hours
.
In
fact
it
was
not
at
all
like
a
dream
;
it
was
so
very
real
in
every
respect
.
It
happened
in
this
wise
.
The
bed
-
chamber
occupied
by
Mr
and
Mrs
Flintwinch
was
within
a
few
paces
of
that
to
which
Mrs
Clennam
had
been
so
long
confined
.
It
was
not
on
the
same
floor
,
for
it
was
a
room
at
the
side
of
the
house
,
which
was
approached
by
a
steep
descent
of
a
few
odd
steps
,
diverging
from
the
main
staircase
nearly
opposite
to
Mrs
Clennam
’
s
door
.
It
could
scarcely
be
said
to
be
within
call
,
the
walls
,
doors
,
and
panelling
of
the
old
place
were
so
cumbrous
;
but
it
was
within
easy
reach
,
in
any
undress
,
at
any
hour
of
the
night
,
in
any
temperature
.
At
the
head
of
the
bed
and
within
a
foot
of
Mrs
Flintwinch
’
s
ear
,
was
a
bell
,
the
line
of
which
hung
ready
to
Mrs
Clennam
’
s
hand
.
Whenever
this
bell
rang
,
up
started
Affery
,
and
was
in
the
sick
room
before
she
was
awake
.
Having
got
her
mistress
into
bed
,
lighted
her
lamp
,
and
given
her
good
night
,
Mrs
Flintwinch
went
to
roost
as
usual
,
saving
that
her
lord
had
not
yet
appeared
.
It
was
her
lord
himself
who
became
—
unlike
the
last
theme
in
the
mind
,
according
to
the
observation
of
most
philosophers
—
the
subject
of
Mrs
Flintwinch
’
s
dream
.
