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‘
Upon
your
word
no
isn
’
t
there
I
never
did
but
that
’
s
like
me
I
run
away
with
an
idea
and
having
none
to
spare
I
keep
it
,
alas
there
was
a
time
dear
Arthur
that
is
to
say
decidedly
not
dear
nor
Arthur
neither
but
you
understand
me
when
one
bright
idea
gilded
the
what
’
s
-
his
-
name
horizon
of
et
cetera
but
it
is
darkly
clouded
now
and
all
is
over
.
’
Arthur
’
s
increasing
wish
to
speak
of
something
very
different
was
by
this
time
so
plainly
written
on
his
face
,
that
Flora
stopped
in
a
tender
look
,
and
asked
him
what
it
was
?
‘
I
have
the
greatest
desire
,
Flora
,
to
speak
to
some
one
who
is
now
in
this
house
—
with
Mr
Casby
no
doubt
.
Some
one
whom
I
saw
come
in
,
and
who
,
in
a
misguided
and
deplorable
way
,
has
deserted
the
house
of
a
friend
of
mine
.
’
‘
Papa
sees
so
many
and
such
odd
people
,
’
said
Flora
,
rising
,
‘
that
I
shouldn
’
t
venture
to
go
down
for
any
one
but
you
Arthur
but
for
you
I
would
willingly
go
down
in
a
diving
-
bell
much
more
a
dining
-
room
and
will
come
back
directly
if
you
’
ll
mind
and
at
the
same
time
not
mind
Mr
F
.
‘
s
Aunt
while
I
’
m
gone
.
’
With
those
words
and
a
parting
glance
,
Flora
bustled
out
,
leaving
Clennam
under
dreadful
apprehension
of
this
terrible
charge
.
The
first
variation
which
manifested
itself
in
Mr
F
.
‘
s
Aunt
’
s
demeanour
when
she
had
finished
her
piece
of
toast
,
was
a
loud
and
prolonged
sniff
.
Finding
it
impossible
to
avoid
construing
this
demonstration
into
a
defiance
of
himself
,
its
gloomy
significance
being
unmistakable
,
Clennam
looked
plaintively
at
the
excellent
though
prejudiced
lady
from
whom
it
emanated
,
in
the
hope
that
she
might
be
disarmed
by
a
meek
submission
.
‘
None
of
your
eyes
at
me
,
’
said
Mr
F
.
‘
s
Aunt
,
shivering
with
hostility
.
‘
Take
that
.
’
‘
That
’
was
the
crust
of
the
piece
of
toast
.
Clennam
accepted
the
boon
with
a
look
of
gratitude
,
and
held
it
in
his
hand
under
the
pressure
of
a
little
embarrassment
,
which
was
not
relieved
when
Mr
F
.
‘
s
Aunt
,
elevating
her
voice
into
a
cry
of
considerable
power
,
exclaimed
,
‘
He
has
a
proud
stomach
,
this
chap
!
He
’
s
too
proud
a
chap
to
eat
it
!
’
and
,
coming
out
of
her
chair
,
shook
her
venerable
fist
so
very
close
to
his
nose
as
to
tickle
the
surface
.
But
for
the
timely
return
of
Flora
,
to
find
him
in
this
difficult
situation
,
further
consequences
might
have
ensued
.
Flora
,
without
the
least
discomposure
or
surprise
,
but
congratulating
the
old
lady
in
an
approving
manner
on
being
‘
very
lively
to
-
night
’
,
handed
her
back
to
her
chair
.
‘
He
has
a
proud
stomach
,
this
chap
,
’
said
Mr
F
.
‘
s
relation
,
on
being
reseated
.
‘
Give
him
a
meal
of
chaff
!
’
‘
Oh
!
I
don
’
t
think
he
would
like
that
,
aunt
,
’
returned
Flora
.
