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The
anger
with
which
she
said
it
,
the
more
remarkable
for
being
so
much
under
her
restraint
,
fixed
Clennam
’
s
attention
,
and
kept
him
on
the
spot
.
It
flashed
out
of
her
dark
eyes
as
they
regarded
him
,
quivered
in
her
nostrils
,
and
fired
the
very
breath
she
exhaled
;
but
her
face
was
otherwise
composed
into
a
disdainful
serenity
;
and
her
attitude
was
as
calmly
and
haughtily
graceful
as
if
she
had
been
in
a
mood
of
complete
indifference
.
‘
All
I
will
say
is
,
Miss
Wade
,
’
he
remarked
,
‘
that
you
can
have
received
no
provocation
to
a
feeling
in
which
I
believe
you
have
no
sharer
.
’
‘
You
may
ask
your
dear
friend
,
if
you
choose
,
’
she
returned
,
‘
for
his
opinion
upon
that
subject
.
’
‘
I
am
scarcely
on
those
intimate
terms
with
my
dear
friend
,
’
said
Arthur
,
in
spite
of
his
resolutions
,
‘
that
would
render
my
approaching
the
subject
very
probable
,
Miss
Wade
.
’
‘
I
hate
him
,
’
she
returned
.
‘
Worse
than
his
wife
,
because
I
was
once
dupe
enough
,
and
false
enough
to
myself
,
almost
to
love
him
.
You
have
seen
me
,
sir
,
only
on
common
-
place
occasions
,
when
I
dare
say
you
have
thought
me
a
common
-
place
woman
,
a
little
more
self
-
willed
than
the
generality
.
You
don
’
t
know
what
I
mean
by
hating
,
if
you
know
me
no
better
than
that
;
you
can
’
t
know
,
without
knowing
with
what
care
I
have
studied
myself
and
people
about
me
.
For
this
reason
I
have
for
some
time
inclined
to
tell
you
what
my
life
has
been
—
not
to
propitiate
your
opinion
,
for
I
set
no
value
on
it
;
but
that
you
may
comprehend
,
when
you
think
of
your
dear
friend
and
his
dear
wife
,
what
I
mean
by
hating
.
Shall
I
give
you
something
I
have
written
and
put
by
for
your
perusal
,
or
shall
I
hold
my
hand
?
’
Arthur
begged
her
to
give
it
to
him
.
She
went
to
the
bureau
,
unlocked
it
,
and
took
from
an
inner
drawer
a
few
folded
sheets
of
paper
.
Without
any
conciliation
of
him
,
scarcely
addressing
him
,
rather
speaking
as
if
she
were
speaking
to
her
own
looking
-
glass
for
the
justification
of
her
own
stubbornness
,
she
said
,
as
she
gave
them
to
him
:
‘
Now
you
may
know
what
I
mean
by
hating
!
No
more
of
that
.
Sir
,
whether
you
find
me
temporarily
and
cheaply
lodging
in
an
empty
London
house
,
or
in
a
Calais
apartment
,
you
find
Harriet
with
me
.
You
may
like
to
see
her
before
you
leave
.
Harriet
,
come
in
!
’
She
called
Harriet
again
.
The
second
call
produced
Harriet
,
once
Tattycoram
.
‘
Here
is
Mr
Clennam
,
’
said
Miss
Wade
;
‘
not
come
for
you
;
he
has
given
you
up
,
—
I
suppose
you
have
,
by
this
time
?
’
