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Before
a
reply
could
be
made
,
a
strong
stern
voice
,
though
a
woman
’
s
,
called
from
above
,
‘
Who
is
it
?
’
‘
Who
is
it
?
’
returned
Jeremiah
.
‘
More
inquiries
.
A
gentleman
from
Italy
.
’
‘
Bring
him
up
here
!
’
Mr
Flintwinch
muttered
,
as
if
he
deemed
that
unnecessary
;
but
,
turning
to
Mr
Dorrit
,
said
,
‘
Mrs
Clennam
.
She
will
do
as
she
likes
.
I
’
ll
show
you
the
way
.
’
He
then
preceded
Mr
Dorrit
up
the
blackened
staircase
;
that
gentleman
,
not
unnaturally
looking
behind
him
on
the
road
,
saw
the
woman
following
,
with
her
apron
thrown
over
her
head
again
in
her
former
ghastly
manner
.
Mrs
Clennam
had
her
books
open
on
her
little
table
.
‘
Oh
!
’
said
she
abruptly
,
as
she
eyed
her
visitor
with
a
steady
look
.
‘
You
are
from
Italy
,
sir
,
are
you
.
Well
?
’
Mr
Dorrit
was
at
a
loss
for
any
more
distinct
rejoinder
at
the
moment
than
‘
Ha
—
well
?
’
‘
Where
is
this
missing
man
?
Have
you
come
to
give
us
information
where
he
is
?
I
hope
you
have
?
’
‘
So
far
from
it
,
I
—
hum
—
have
come
to
seek
information
.
’
‘
Unfortunately
for
us
,
there
is
none
to
be
got
here
.
Flintwinch
,
show
the
gentleman
the
handbill
.
Give
him
several
to
take
away
.
Hold
the
light
for
him
to
read
it
.
’
