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‘
You
don
’
t
mean
Tatty
—
’
‘
Coram
yes
I
do
!
’
quoth
Mrs
Tickit
,
clearing
the
disclosure
at
a
leap
.
‘
Where
?
’
‘
Mr
Clennam
,
’
returned
Mrs
Tickit
,
‘
I
was
a
little
heavy
in
my
eyes
,
being
that
I
was
waiting
longer
than
customary
for
my
cup
of
tea
which
was
then
preparing
by
Mary
Jane
.
I
was
not
sleeping
,
nor
what
a
person
would
term
correctly
,
dozing
.
I
was
more
what
a
person
would
strictly
call
watching
with
my
eyes
closed
.
’
Without
entering
upon
an
inquiry
into
this
curious
abnormal
condition
,
Clennam
said
,
‘
Exactly
.
Well
?
’
‘
Well
,
sir
,
’
proceeded
Mrs
Tickit
,
‘
I
was
thinking
of
one
thing
and
thinking
of
another
,
just
as
you
yourself
might
.
Just
as
anybody
might
.
’
‘
Precisely
so
,
’
said
Clennam
.
‘
Well
?
’
‘
And
when
I
do
think
of
one
thing
and
do
think
of
another
,
’
pursued
Mrs
Tickit
,
‘
I
hardly
need
to
tell
you
,
Mr
Clennam
,
that
I
think
of
the
family
.
Because
,
dear
me
!
a
person
’
s
thoughts
,
’
Mrs
Tickit
said
this
with
an
argumentative
and
philosophic
air
,
‘
however
they
may
stray
,
will
go
more
or
less
on
what
is
uppermost
in
their
minds
.
They
will
do
it
,
sir
,
and
a
person
can
’
t
prevent
them
.
’
Arthur
subscribed
to
this
discovery
with
a
nod
.
