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‘
Observe
,
then
!
It
is
you
who
make
this
a
secret
,
’
said
she
,
holding
up
her
hand
,
‘
and
not
I
.
It
is
you
,
Arthur
,
who
bring
here
doubts
and
suspicions
and
entreaties
for
explanations
,
and
it
is
you
,
Arthur
,
who
bring
secrets
here
.
What
is
it
to
me
,
do
you
think
,
where
the
man
has
been
,
or
what
he
has
been
?
What
can
it
be
to
me
?
The
whole
world
may
know
it
,
if
they
care
to
know
it
;
it
is
nothing
to
me
.
Now
,
let
me
go
.
’
He
yielded
to
her
imperious
but
elated
look
,
and
turned
her
chair
back
to
the
place
from
which
he
had
wheeled
it
.
In
doing
so
he
saw
elation
in
the
face
of
Mr
Flintwinch
,
which
most
assuredly
was
not
inspired
by
Flora
.
This
turning
of
his
intelligence
and
of
his
whole
attempt
and
design
against
himself
,
did
even
more
than
his
mother
’
s
fixedness
and
firmness
to
convince
him
that
his
efforts
with
her
were
idle
.
Nothing
remained
but
the
appeal
to
his
old
friend
Affery
.
But
even
to
get
the
very
doubtful
and
preliminary
stage
of
making
the
appeal
,
seemed
one
of
the
least
promising
of
human
undertakings
.
She
was
so
completely
under
the
thrall
of
the
two
clever
ones
,
was
so
systematically
kept
in
sight
by
one
or
other
of
them
,
and
was
so
afraid
to
go
about
the
house
besides
,
that
every
opportunity
of
speaking
to
her
alone
appeared
to
be
forestalled
.
Over
and
above
that
,
Mistress
Affery
,
by
some
means
(
it
was
not
very
difficult
to
guess
,
through
the
sharp
arguments
of
her
liege
lord
)
,
had
acquired
such
a
lively
conviction
of
the
hazard
of
saying
anything
under
any
circumstances
,
that
she
had
remained
all
this
time
in
a
corner
guarding
herself
from
approach
with
that
symbolical
instrument
of
hers
;
so
that
,
when
a
word
or
two
had
been
addressed
to
her
by
Flora
,
or
even
by
the
bottle
-
green
patriarch
himself
,
she
had
warded
off
conversation
with
the
toasting
-
fork
like
a
dumb
woman
.
After
several
abortive
attempts
to
get
Affery
to
look
at
him
while
she
cleared
the
table
and
washed
the
tea
-
service
,
Arthur
thought
of
an
expedient
which
Flora
might
originate
.
To
whom
he
therefore
whispered
,
‘
Could
you
say
you
would
like
to
go
through
the
house
?
’
Now
,
poor
Flora
,
being
always
in
fluctuating
expectation
of
the
time
when
Clennam
would
renew
his
boyhood
and
be
madly
in
love
with
her
again
,
received
the
whisper
with
the
utmost
delight
;
not
only
as
rendered
precious
by
its
mysterious
character
,
but
as
preparing
the
way
for
a
tender
interview
in
which
he
would
declare
the
state
of
his
affections
.
She
immediately
began
to
work
out
the
hint
.
‘
Ah
dear
me
the
poor
old
room
,
’
said
Flora
,
glancing
round
,
‘
looks
just
as
ever
Mrs
Clennam
I
am
touched
to
see
except
for
being
smokier
which
was
to
be
expected
with
time
and
which
we
must
all
expect
and
reconcile
ourselves
to
being
whether
we
like
it
or
not
as
I
am
sure
I
have
had
to
do
myself
if
not
exactly
smokier
dreadfully
stouter
which
is
the
same
or
worse
,
to
think
of
the
days
when
papa
used
to
bring
me
here
the
least
of
girls
a
perfect
mass
of
chilblains
to
be
stuck
upon
a
chair
with
my
feet
on
the
rails
and
stare
at
Arthur
—
pray
excuse
me
—
Mr
Clennam
—
the
least
of
boys
in
the
frightfullest
of
frills
and
jackets
ere
yet
Mr
F
.
appeared
a
misty
shadow
on
the
horizon
paying
attentions
like
the
well
-
known
spectre
of
some
place
in
Germany
beginning
with
a
B
is
a
moral
lesson
inculcating
that
all
the
paths
in
life
are
similar
to
the
paths
down
in
the
North
of
England
where
they
get
the
coals
and
make
the
iron
and
things
gravelled
with
ashes
!
’
Having
paid
the
tribute
of
a
sigh
to
the
instability
of
human
existence
,
Flora
hurried
on
with
her
purpose
.
‘
Not
that
at
any
time
,
’
she
proceeded
,
‘
its
worst
enemy
could
have
said
it
was
a
cheerful
house
for
that
it
was
never
made
to
be
but
always
highly
impressive
,
fond
memory
recalls
an
occasion
in
youth
ere
yet
the
judgment
was
mature
when
Arthur
—
confirmed
habit
—
Mr
Clennam
—
took
me
down
into
an
unused
kitchen
eminent
for
mouldiness
and
proposed
to
secrete
me
there
for
life
and
feed
me
on
what
he
could
hide
from
his
meals
when
he
was
not
at
home
for
the
holidays
and
on
dry
bread
in
disgrace
which
at
that
halcyon
period
too
frequently
occurred
,
would
it
be
inconvenient
or
asking
too
much
to
beg
to
be
permitted
to
revive
those
scenes
and
walk
through
the
house
?
’
Mrs
Clennam
,
who
responded
with
a
constrained
grace
to
Mrs
Finching
’
s
good
nature
in
being
there
at
all
,
though
her
visit
(
before
Arthur
’
s
unexpected
arrival
)
was
undoubtedly
an
act
of
pure
good
nature
and
no
self
-
gratification
,
intimated
that
all
the
house
was
open
to
her
.
Flora
rose
and
looked
to
Arthur
for
his
escort
.
‘
Certainly
,
’
said
he
,
aloud
;
‘
and
Affery
will
light
us
,
I
dare
say
.
’
