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Arthur
had
no
choice
but
to
say
that
his
informant
had
not
become
known
to
him
through
the
agency
of
any
such
credentials
,
or
indeed
of
any
credentials
at
all
.
Mrs
Clennam
’
s
attentive
frown
expanded
by
degrees
into
a
severe
look
of
triumph
,
and
she
retorted
with
emphasis
,
‘
Take
care
how
you
judge
others
,
then
.
I
say
to
you
,
Arthur
,
for
your
good
,
take
care
how
you
judge
!
’
Her
emphasis
had
been
derived
from
her
eyes
quite
as
much
as
from
the
stress
she
laid
upon
her
words
.
She
continued
to
look
at
him
;
and
if
,
when
he
entered
the
house
,
he
had
had
any
latent
hope
of
prevailing
in
the
least
with
her
,
she
now
looked
it
out
of
his
heart
.
‘
Mother
,
shall
I
do
nothing
to
assist
you
?
’
‘
Nothing
.
’
‘
Will
you
entrust
me
with
no
confidence
,
no
charge
,
no
explanation
?
Will
you
take
no
counsel
with
me
?
Will
you
not
let
me
come
near
you
?
’
‘
How
can
you
ask
me
?
You
separated
yourself
from
my
affairs
.
It
was
not
my
act
;
it
was
yours
.
How
can
you
consistently
ask
me
such
a
question
?
You
know
that
you
left
me
to
Flintwinch
,
and
that
he
occupies
your
place
.
’
Glancing
at
Jeremiah
,
Clennam
saw
in
his
very
gaiters
that
his
attention
was
closely
directed
to
them
,
though
he
stood
leaning
against
the
wall
scraping
his
jaw
,
and
pretended
to
listen
to
Flora
as
she
held
forth
in
a
most
distracting
manner
on
a
chaos
of
subjects
,
in
which
mackerel
,
and
Mr
F
.
‘
s
Aunt
in
a
swing
,
had
become
entangled
with
cockchafers
and
the
wine
trade
.
‘
A
prisoner
,
in
a
French
gaol
,
on
an
accusation
of
murder
,
’
repeated
Mrs
Clennam
,
steadily
going
over
what
her
son
had
said
.
‘
That
is
all
you
know
of
him
from
the
fellow
-
prisoner
?
’
‘
In
substance
,
all
.
’
