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After
a
little
,
the
visitor
,
as
if
he
felt
the
silence
irksome
,
rose
,
and
impatiently
put
himself
with
his
back
to
the
sacred
fire
which
had
burned
through
so
many
years
.
Thereupon
Mrs
Clennam
said
,
moving
one
of
her
hands
for
the
first
time
,
and
moving
it
very
slightly
with
an
action
of
dismissal
:
‘
Please
to
leave
us
to
our
business
,
Arthur
.
’
‘
Mother
,
I
do
so
with
reluctance
.
’
‘
Never
mind
with
what
,
’
she
returned
,
‘
or
with
what
not
.
Please
to
leave
us
.
Come
back
at
any
other
time
when
you
may
consider
it
a
duty
to
bury
half
an
hour
wearily
here
.
Good
night
.
’
She
held
up
her
muffled
fingers
that
he
might
touch
them
with
his
,
according
to
their
usual
custom
,
and
he
stood
over
her
wheeled
chair
to
touch
her
face
with
his
lips
.
He
thought
,
then
,
that
her
cheek
was
more
strained
than
usual
,
and
that
it
was
colder
.
As
he
followed
the
direction
of
her
eyes
,
in
rising
again
,
towards
Mr
Flintwinch
’
s
good
friend
,
Mr
Blandois
,
Mr
Blandois
snapped
his
finger
and
thumb
with
one
loud
contemptuous
snap
.
‘
I
leave
your
—
your
business
acquaintance
in
my
mother
’
s
room
,
Mr
Flintwinch
,
’
said
Clennam
,
‘
with
a
great
deal
of
surprise
and
a
great
deal
of
unwillingness
.
’
The
person
referred
to
snapped
his
finger
and
thumb
again
.
‘
Good
night
,
mother
.
’
‘
Good
night
.
’
