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‘
I
had
a
friend
once
,
my
good
comrade
Flintwinch
,
’
said
Blandois
,
standing
astride
before
the
fire
,
and
so
evidently
saying
it
to
arrest
Clennam
’
s
retreating
steps
,
that
he
lingered
near
the
door
;
‘
I
had
a
friend
once
,
who
had
heard
so
much
of
the
dark
side
of
this
city
and
its
ways
,
that
he
wouldn
’
t
have
confided
himself
alone
by
night
with
two
people
who
had
an
interest
in
getting
him
under
the
ground
—
my
faith
!
not
even
in
a
respectable
house
like
this
—
unless
he
was
bodily
too
strong
for
them
.
Bah
!
What
a
poltroon
,
my
Flintwinch
!
Eh
?
’
‘
A
cur
,
sir
.
’
‘
Agreed
!
A
cur
.
But
he
wouldn
’
t
have
done
it
,
my
Flintwinch
,
unless
he
had
known
them
to
have
the
will
to
silence
him
,
without
the
power
.
He
wouldn
’
t
have
drunk
from
a
glass
of
water
under
such
circumstances
—
not
even
in
a
respectable
house
like
this
,
my
Flintwinch
—
unless
he
had
seen
one
of
them
drink
first
,
and
swallow
too
!
’
Disdaining
to
speak
,
and
indeed
not
very
well
able
,
for
he
was
half
-
choking
,
Clennam
only
glanced
at
the
visitor
as
he
passed
out
The
visitor
saluted
him
with
another
parting
snap
,
and
his
nose
came
down
over
his
moustache
and
his
moustache
went
up
under
his
nose
,
in
an
ominous
and
ugly
smile
.
‘
For
Heaven
’
s
sake
,
Affery
,
’
whispered
Clennam
,
as
she
opened
the
door
for
him
in
the
dark
hall
,
and
he
groped
his
way
to
the
sight
of
the
night
-
sky
,
‘
what
is
going
on
here
?
’
Her
own
appearance
was
sufficiently
ghastly
,
standing
in
the
dark
with
her
apron
thrown
over
her
head
,
and
speaking
behind
it
in
a
low
,
deadened
voice
.
‘
Don
’
t
ask
me
anything
,
Arthur
.
I
’
ve
been
in
a
dream
for
ever
so
long
.
Go
away
!
’
He
went
out
,
and
she
shut
the
door
upon
him
.
He
looked
up
at
the
windows
of
his
mother
’
s
room
,
and
the
dim
light
,
deadened
by
the
yellow
blinds
,
seemed
to
say
a
response
after
Affery
,
and
to
mutter
,
‘
Don
’
t
ask
me
anything
.
Go
away
!
’
Dear
Mr
Clennam
,
