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‘
And
what
has
that
to
do
with
it
?
’
‘
Why
,
sir
,
I
read
by
it
,
’
said
Mr
Flintwinch
,
screwing
himself
at
him
,
‘
that
if
it
’
s
advisable
(
as
the
proverb
says
it
is
)
to
let
sleeping
dogs
lie
,
it
’
s
just
as
advisable
,
perhaps
,
to
let
missing
dogs
lie
.
Let
‘
em
be
.
They
generally
turn
up
soon
enough
.
’
Mr
Flintwinch
turned
short
round
when
he
had
made
this
remark
,
and
went
into
the
dark
hall
.
Clennam
stood
there
,
following
him
with
his
eyes
,
as
he
dipped
for
a
light
in
the
phosphorus
-
box
in
the
little
room
at
the
side
,
got
one
after
three
or
four
dips
,
and
lighted
the
dim
lamp
against
the
wall
.
All
the
while
,
Clennam
was
pursuing
the
probabilities
—
rather
as
if
they
were
being
shown
to
him
by
an
invisible
hand
than
as
if
he
himself
were
conjuring
them
up
—
of
Mr
Flintwinch
’
s
ways
and
means
of
doing
that
darker
deed
,
and
removing
its
traces
by
any
of
the
black
avenues
of
shadow
that
lay
around
them
.
‘
Now
,
sir
,
’
said
the
testy
Jeremiah
;
‘
will
it
be
agreeable
to
walk
up
-
stairs
?
’
‘
My
mother
is
alone
,
I
suppose
?
’
‘
Not
alone
,
’
said
Mr
Flintwinch
.
‘
Mr
Casby
and
his
daughter
are
with
her
.
They
came
in
while
I
was
smoking
,
and
I
stayed
behind
to
have
my
smoke
out
.
’
This
was
the
second
disappointment
.
Arthur
made
no
remark
upon
it
,
and
repaired
to
his
mother
’
s
room
,
where
Mr
Casby
and
Flora
had
been
taking
tea
,
anchovy
paste
,
and
hot
buttered
toast
.
The
relics
of
those
delicacies
were
not
yet
removed
,
either
from
the
table
or
from
the
scorched
countenance
of
Affery
,
who
,
with
the
kitchen
toasting
-
fork
still
in
her
hand
,
looked
like
a
sort
of
allegorical
personage
;
except
that
she
had
a
considerable
advantage
over
the
general
run
of
such
personages
in
point
of
significant
emblematical
purpose
.
Flora
had
spread
her
bonnet
and
shawl
upon
the
bed
,
with
a
care
indicative
of
an
intention
to
stay
some
time
.
Mr
Casby
,
too
,
was
beaming
near
the
hob
,
with
his
benevolent
knobs
shining
as
if
the
warm
butter
of
the
toast
were
exuding
through
the
patriarchal
skull
,
and
with
his
face
as
ruddy
as
if
the
colouring
matter
of
the
anchovy
paste
were
mantling
in
the
patriarchal
visage
.
Seeing
this
,
as
he
exchanged
the
usual
salutations
,
Clennam
decided
to
speak
to
his
mother
without
postponement
.
It
had
long
been
customary
,
as
she
never
changed
her
room
,
for
those
who
had
anything
to
say
to
her
apart
,
to
wheel
her
to
her
desk
;
where
she
sat
,
usually
with
the
back
of
her
chair
turned
towards
the
rest
of
the
room
,
and
the
person
who
talked
with
her
seated
in
a
corner
,
on
a
stool
which
was
always
set
in
that
place
for
that
purpose
.
Except
that
it
was
long
since
the
mother
and
son
had
spoken
together
without
the
intervention
of
a
third
person
,
it
was
an
ordinary
matter
of
course
within
the
experience
of
visitors
for
Mrs
Clennam
to
be
asked
,
with
a
word
of
apology
for
the
interruption
,
if
she
could
be
spoken
with
on
a
matter
of
business
,
and
,
on
her
replying
in
the
affirmative
,
to
be
wheeled
into
the
position
described
.
