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If
she
could
be
brought
to
become
communicative
,
and
to
do
what
lay
in
her
to
break
the
spell
of
secrecy
that
enshrouded
the
house
,
he
might
shake
off
the
paralysis
of
which
every
hour
that
passed
over
his
head
made
him
more
acutely
sensible
.
This
was
the
result
of
his
day
’
s
anxiety
,
and
this
was
the
decision
he
put
in
practice
when
the
day
closed
in
.
His
first
disappointment
,
on
arriving
at
the
house
,
was
to
find
the
door
open
,
and
Mr
Flintwinch
smoking
a
pipe
on
the
steps
.
If
circumstances
had
been
commonly
favourable
,
Mistress
Affery
would
have
opened
the
door
to
his
knock
.
Circumstances
being
uncommonly
unfavourable
,
the
door
stood
open
,
and
Mr
Flintwinch
was
smoking
his
pipe
on
the
steps
.
‘
Good
evening
,
’
said
Arthur
.
‘
Good
evening
,
’
said
Mr
Flintwinch
.
The
smoke
came
crookedly
out
of
Mr
Flintwinch
’
s
mouth
,
as
if
it
circulated
through
the
whole
of
his
wry
figure
and
came
back
by
his
wry
throat
,
before
coming
forth
to
mingle
with
the
smoke
from
the
crooked
chimneys
and
the
mists
from
the
crooked
river
.
‘
Have
you
any
news
?
’
said
Arthur
.
‘
We
have
no
news
,
’
said
Jeremiah
.
‘
I
mean
of
the
foreign
man
,
’
Arthur
explained
.
‘
I
mean
of
the
foreign
man
,
’
said
Jeremiah
.
He
looked
so
grim
,
as
he
stood
askew
,
with
the
knot
of
his
cravat
under
his
ear
,
that
the
thought
passed
into
Clennam
’
s
mind
,
and
not
for
the
first
time
by
many
,
could
Flintwinch
for
a
purpose
of
his
own
have
got
rid
of
Blandois
?
Could
it
have
been
his
secret
,
and
his
safety
,
that
were
at
issue
?
He
was
small
and
bent
,
and
perhaps
not
actively
strong
;
yet
he
was
as
tough
as
an
old
yew
-
tree
,
and
as
crusty
as
an
old
jackdaw
.
