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His
services
being
accepted
,
Cavalletto
suffered
the
door
to
open
barely
wide
enough
to
admit
of
his
squeezing
himself
out
,
and
immediately
shut
it
on
him
.
‘
Touch
me
with
a
finger
,
touch
me
with
an
epithet
,
question
my
superiority
as
I
sit
here
drinking
my
wine
at
my
pleasure
,
’
said
Rigaud
,
‘
and
I
follow
the
letter
and
cancel
my
week
’
s
grace
.
You
wanted
me
?
You
have
got
me
!
How
do
you
like
me
?
’
‘
You
know
,
’
returned
Clennam
,
with
a
bitter
sense
of
his
helplessness
,
‘
that
when
I
sought
you
,
I
was
not
a
prisoner
.
’
‘
To
the
Devil
with
you
and
your
prison
,
’
retorted
Rigaud
,
leisurely
,
as
he
took
from
his
pocket
a
case
containing
the
materials
for
making
cigarettes
,
and
employed
his
facile
hands
in
folding
a
few
for
present
use
;
‘
I
care
for
neither
of
you
.
Contrabandist
!
A
light
.
’
Again
Cavalletto
got
up
,
and
gave
him
what
he
wanted
.
There
had
been
something
dreadful
in
the
noiseless
skill
of
his
cold
,
white
hands
,
with
the
fingers
lithely
twisting
about
and
twining
one
over
another
like
serpents
.
Clennam
could
not
prevent
himself
from
shuddering
inwardly
,
as
if
he
had
been
looking
on
at
a
nest
of
those
creatures
.
‘
Hola
,
Pig
!
’
cried
Rigaud
,
with
a
noisy
stimulating
cry
,
as
if
Cavalletto
were
an
Italian
horse
or
mule
.
‘
What
!
The
infernal
old
jail
was
a
respectable
one
to
this
.
There
was
dignity
in
the
bars
and
stones
of
that
place
.
It
was
a
prison
for
men
.
But
this
?
Bah
!
A
hospital
for
imbeciles
!
’
He
smoked
his
cigarette
out
,
with
his
ugly
smile
so
fixed
upon
his
face
that
he
looked
as
though
he
were
smoking
with
his
drooping
beak
of
a
nose
,
rather
than
with
his
mouth
;
like
a
fancy
in
a
weird
picture
.
When
he
had
lighted
a
second
cigarette
at
the
still
burning
end
of
the
first
,
he
said
to
Clennam
:
‘
One
must
pass
the
time
in
the
madman
’
s
absence
.
One
must
talk
.
One
can
’
t
drink
strong
wine
all
day
long
,
or
I
would
have
another
bottle
.
She
’
s
handsome
,
sir
.
Though
not
exactly
to
my
taste
,
still
,
by
the
Thunder
and
the
Lightning
!
handsome
.
I
felicitate
you
on
your
admiration
.
’
‘
I
neither
know
nor
ask
,
’
said
Clennam
,
‘
of
whom
you
speak
.
’
