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Mistress
Affery
,
with
a
suppressed
cry
,
threw
her
apron
over
her
head
.
‘
What
?
You
want
another
dose
!
’
said
Mr
Flintwinch
.
‘
You
shall
have
it
,
my
woman
,
you
shall
have
a
good
one
!
Oh
!
You
shall
have
a
sneezer
,
you
shall
have
a
teaser
!
’
‘
In
the
meantime
is
anybody
going
to
the
door
?
’
said
Arthur
.
‘
In
the
meantime
,
I
am
going
to
the
door
,
sir
,
’
returned
the
old
man
so
savagely
,
as
to
render
it
clear
that
in
a
choice
of
difficulties
he
felt
he
must
go
,
though
he
would
have
preferred
not
to
go
.
‘
Stay
here
the
while
,
all
!
Affery
,
my
woman
,
move
an
inch
,
or
speak
a
word
in
your
foolishness
,
and
I
’
ll
treble
your
dose
!
’
The
moment
he
was
gone
,
Arthur
released
Mrs
Finching
:
with
some
difficulty
,
by
reason
of
that
lady
misunderstanding
his
intentions
,
and
making
arrangements
with
a
view
to
tightening
instead
of
slackening
.
‘
Affery
,
speak
to
me
now
!
’
‘
Don
’
t
touch
me
,
Arthur
!
’
she
cried
,
shrinking
from
him
.
‘
Don
’
t
come
near
me
.
He
’
ll
see
you
.
Jeremiah
will
.
Don
’
t
.
’
‘
He
can
’
t
see
me
,
’
returned
Arthur
,
suiting
the
action
to
the
word
,
‘
if
I
blow
the
candle
out
.
’
‘
He
’
ll
hear
you
,
’
cried
Affery
.
