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He
took
another
sip
.
‘
And
all
friends
round
St
Paul
’
s
.
’
He
emptied
and
put
down
the
wine
-
glass
half
-
way
through
this
ancient
civic
toast
,
and
took
up
the
box
.
It
was
an
iron
box
some
two
feet
square
,
which
he
carried
under
his
arms
pretty
easily
.
Jeremiah
watched
his
manner
of
adjusting
it
,
with
jealous
eyes
;
tried
it
with
his
hands
,
to
be
sure
that
he
had
a
firm
hold
of
it
;
bade
him
for
his
life
be
careful
what
he
was
about
;
and
then
stole
out
on
tiptoe
to
open
the
door
for
him
.
Affery
,
anticipating
the
last
movement
,
was
on
the
staircase
.
The
sequence
of
things
was
so
ordinary
and
natural
,
that
,
standing
there
,
she
could
hear
the
door
open
,
feel
the
night
air
,
and
see
the
stars
outside
.
But
now
came
the
most
remarkable
part
of
the
dream
.
She
felt
so
afraid
of
her
husband
,
that
being
on
the
staircase
,
she
had
not
the
power
to
retreat
to
her
room
(
which
she
might
easily
have
done
before
he
had
fastened
the
door
)
,
but
stood
there
staring
.
Consequently
when
he
came
up
the
staircase
to
bed
,
candle
in
hand
,
he
came
full
upon
her
.
He
looked
astonished
,
but
said
not
a
word
.
He
kept
his
eyes
upon
her
,
and
kept
advancing
;
and
she
,
completely
under
his
influence
,
kept
retiring
before
him
.
Thus
,
she
walking
backward
and
he
walking
forward
,
they
came
into
their
own
room
They
were
no
sooner
shut
in
there
,
than
Mr
Flintwinch
took
her
by
the
throat
,
and
shook
her
until
she
was
black
in
the
face
.
‘
Why
,
Affery
,
woman
—
Affery
!
’
said
Mr
Flintwinch
.
‘
What
have
you
been
dreaming
of
?
Wake
up
,
wake
up
!
What
’
s
the
matter
?
’
‘
The
—
the
matter
,
Jeremiah
?
’
gasped
Mrs
Flintwinch
,
rolling
her
eyes
.
‘
Why
,
Affery
,
woman
—
Affery
!
You
have
been
getting
out
of
bed
in
your
sleep
,
my
dear
!
I
come
up
,
after
having
fallen
asleep
myself
,
below
,
and
find
you
in
your
wrapper
here
,
with
the
nightmare
.
Affery
,
woman
,
’
said
Mr
Flintwinch
,
with
a
friendly
grin
on
his
expressive
countenance
,
‘
if
you
ever
have
a
dream
of
this
sort
again
,
it
’
ll
be
a
sign
of
your
being
in
want
of
physic
.
And
I
’
ll
give
you
such
a
dose
,
old
woman
—
such
a
dose
!
’
Mrs
Flintwinch
thanked
him
and
crept
into
bed
.
As
the
city
clocks
struck
nine
on
Monday
morning
,
Mrs
Clennam
was
wheeled
by
Jeremiah
Flintwinch
of
the
cut
-
down
aspect
to
her
tall
cabinet
.
When
she
had
unlocked
and
opened
it
,
and
had
settled
herself
at
its
desk
,
Jeremiah
withdrew
—
as
it
might
be
,
to
hang
himself
more
effectually
—
and
her
son
appeared
.
‘
Are
you
any
better
this
morning
,
mother
?
’
