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It
seemed
to
her
that
she
awoke
after
sleeping
some
hours
,
and
found
Jeremiah
not
yet
abed
.
That
she
looked
at
the
candle
she
had
left
burning
,
and
,
measuring
the
time
like
King
Alfred
the
Great
,
was
confirmed
by
its
wasted
state
in
her
belief
that
she
had
been
asleep
for
some
considerable
period
.
That
she
arose
thereupon
,
muffled
herself
up
in
a
wrapper
,
put
on
her
shoes
,
and
went
out
on
the
staircase
,
much
surprised
,
to
look
for
Jeremiah
.
The
staircase
was
as
wooden
and
solid
as
need
be
,
and
Affery
went
straight
down
it
without
any
of
those
deviations
peculiar
to
dreams
.
She
did
not
skim
over
it
,
but
walked
down
it
,
and
guided
herself
by
the
banisters
on
account
of
her
candle
having
died
out
.
In
one
corner
of
the
hall
,
behind
the
house
-
door
,
there
was
a
little
waiting
-
room
,
like
a
well
-
shaft
,
with
a
long
narrow
window
in
it
as
if
it
had
been
ripped
up
.
In
this
room
,
which
was
never
used
,
a
light
was
burning
.
Mrs
Flintwinch
crossed
the
hall
,
feeling
its
pavement
cold
to
her
stockingless
feet
,
and
peeped
in
between
the
rusty
hinges
on
the
door
,
which
stood
a
little
open
.
She
expected
to
see
Jeremiah
fast
asleep
or
in
a
fit
,
but
he
was
calmly
seated
in
a
chair
,
awake
,
and
in
his
usual
health
.
But
what
—
hey
?
—
Lord
forgive
us
!
—
Mrs
Flintwinch
muttered
some
ejaculation
to
this
effect
,
and
turned
giddy
.
For
,
Mr
Flintwinch
awake
,
was
watching
Mr
Flintwinch
asleep
.
He
sat
on
one
side
of
the
small
table
,
looking
keenly
at
himself
on
the
other
side
with
his
chin
sunk
on
his
breast
,
snoring
.
The
waking
Flintwinch
had
his
full
front
face
presented
to
his
wife
;
the
sleeping
Flintwinch
was
in
profile
.
The
waking
Flintwinch
was
the
old
original
;
the
sleeping
Flintwinch
was
the
double
,
just
as
she
might
have
distinguished
between
a
tangible
object
and
its
reflection
in
a
glass
,
Affery
made
out
this
difference
with
her
head
going
round
and
round
.
If
she
had
had
any
doubt
which
was
her
own
Jeremiah
,
it
would
have
been
resolved
by
his
impatience
.
He
looked
about
him
for
an
offensive
weapon
,
caught
up
the
snuffers
,
and
,
before
applying
them
to
the
cabbage
-
headed
candle
,
lunged
at
the
sleeper
as
though
he
would
have
run
him
through
the
body
.
‘
Who
’
s
that
?
What
’
s
the
matter
?
’
cried
the
sleeper
,
starting
.
Mr
Flintwinch
made
a
movement
with
the
snuffers
,
as
if
he
would
have
enforced
silence
on
his
companion
by
putting
them
down
his
throat
;
the
companion
,
coming
to
himself
,
said
,
rubbing
his
eyes
,
‘
I
forgot
where
I
was
.
’
‘
You
have
been
asleep
,
’
snarled
Jeremiah
,
referring
to
his
watch
,
‘
two
hours
.
You
said
you
would
be
rested
enough
if
you
had
a
short
nap
.
’
