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‘
He
cannot
shut
the
door
without
my
seeing
him
,
’
said
Arthur
.
‘
You
are
as
safe
with
me
as
if
he
was
fifty
miles
away
.
’
(
‘
I
wish
he
was
!
’
cried
Affery
.
)
‘
Affery
,
I
want
to
know
what
is
amiss
here
;
I
want
some
light
thrown
on
the
secrets
of
this
house
.
’
‘
I
tell
you
,
Arthur
,
’
she
interrupted
,
‘
noises
is
the
secrets
,
rustlings
and
stealings
about
,
tremblings
,
treads
overhead
and
treads
underneath
.
’
‘
But
those
are
not
all
the
secrets
.
’
‘
I
don
’
t
know
,
’
said
Affery
.
‘
Don
’
t
ask
me
no
more
.
Your
old
sweetheart
an
’
t
far
off
,
and
she
’
s
a
blabber
.
’
His
old
sweetheart
,
being
in
fact
so
near
at
hand
that
she
was
then
reclining
against
him
in
a
flutter
,
a
very
substantial
angle
of
forty
-
five
degrees
,
here
interposed
to
assure
Mistress
Affery
with
greater
earnestness
than
directness
of
asseveration
,
that
what
she
heard
should
go
no
further
,
but
should
be
kept
inviolate
,
‘
if
on
no
other
account
on
Arthur
’
s
—
sensible
of
intruding
in
being
too
familiar
Doyce
and
Clennam
’
s
.
’
‘
I
make
an
imploring
appeal
to
you
,
Affery
,
to
you
,
one
of
the
few
agreeable
early
remembrances
I
have
,
for
my
mother
’
s
sake
,
for
your
husband
’
s
sake
,
for
my
own
,
for
all
our
sakes
.
I
am
sure
you
can
tell
me
something
connected
with
the
coming
here
of
this
man
,
if
you
will
.
’
‘
Why
,
then
I
’
ll
tell
you
,
Arthur
,
’
returned
Affery
—
‘
Jeremiah
’
s
coming
!
’
