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‘
You
pair
of
madmen
!
’
said
Rigaud
,
facing
about
.
‘
Don
’
t
go
yet
!
’
‘
We
don
’
t
mean
to
,
’
said
Mr
Pancks
.
Giving
him
a
dark
glance
in
acknowledgment
of
his
answer
,
Rigaud
knocked
loudly
.
He
had
charged
himself
with
drink
,
for
the
playing
out
of
his
game
,
and
was
impatient
to
begin
.
He
had
hardly
finished
one
long
resounding
knock
,
when
he
turned
to
the
knocker
again
and
began
another
.
That
was
not
yet
finished
when
Jeremiah
Flintwinch
opened
the
door
,
and
they
all
clanked
into
the
stone
hall
.
Rigaud
,
thrusting
Mr
Flintwinch
aside
,
proceeded
straight
up
-
stairs
.
His
two
attendants
followed
him
,
Mr
Flintwinch
followed
them
,
and
they
all
came
trooping
into
Mrs
Clennam
’
s
quiet
room
.
It
was
in
its
usual
state
;
except
that
one
of
the
windows
was
wide
open
,
and
Affery
sat
on
its
old
-
fashioned
window
-
seat
,
mending
a
stocking
.
The
usual
articles
were
on
the
little
table
;
the
usual
deadened
fire
was
in
the
grate
;
the
bed
had
its
usual
pall
upon
it
;
and
the
mistress
of
all
sat
on
her
black
bier
-
like
sofa
,
propped
up
by
her
black
angular
bolster
that
was
like
the
headsman
’
s
block
.
Yet
there
was
a
nameless
air
of
preparation
in
the
room
,
as
if
it
were
strung
up
for
an
occasion
.
From
what
the
room
derived
it
—
every
one
of
its
small
variety
of
objects
being
in
the
fixed
spot
it
had
occupied
for
years
—
no
one
could
have
said
without
looking
attentively
at
its
mistress
,
and
that
,
too
,
with
a
previous
knowledge
of
her
face
.
Although
her
unchanging
black
dress
was
in
every
plait
precisely
as
of
old
,
and
her
unchanging
attitude
was
rigidly
preserved
,
a
very
slight
additional
setting
of
her
features
and
contraction
of
her
gloomy
forehead
was
so
powerfully
marked
,
that
it
marked
everything
about
her
.
‘
Who
are
these
?
’
she
said
,
wonderingly
,
as
the
two
attendants
entered
.
‘
What
do
these
people
want
here
?
’
‘
Who
are
these
,
dear
madame
,
is
it
?
’
returned
Rigaud
.
‘
Faith
,
they
are
friends
of
your
son
the
prisoner
.
And
what
do
they
want
here
,
is
it
?
Death
,
madame
,
I
don
’
t
know
.
You
will
do
well
to
ask
them
.
’
‘
You
know
you
told
us
at
the
door
,
not
to
go
yet
,
’
said
Pancks
.
‘
And
you
know
you
told
me
at
the
door
,
you
didn
’
t
mean
to
go
,
’
retorted
Rigaud
.
‘
In
a
word
,
madame
,
permit
me
to
present
two
spies
of
the
prisoner
’
s
—
madmen
,
but
spies
.
If
you
wish
them
to
remain
here
during
our
little
conversation
,
say
the
word
.
It
is
nothing
to
me
.
’
