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‘
However
,
’
said
Mr
Pancks
,
‘
enough
of
that
.
Altro
,
old
boy
,
you
have
seen
the
figures
,
and
you
know
how
they
come
out
.
’
Mr
Baptist
,
who
had
not
the
slightest
arithmetical
power
of
compensating
himself
in
this
way
,
nodded
,
with
a
fine
display
of
bright
teeth
.
At
whom
Mr
Flintwinch
had
been
looking
,
and
to
whom
he
then
said
:
‘
Oh
!
it
’
s
you
,
is
it
?
I
thought
I
remembered
your
face
,
but
I
wasn
’
t
certain
till
I
saw
your
teeth
.
Ah
!
yes
,
to
be
sure
.
It
was
this
officious
refugee
,
’
said
Jeremiah
to
Mrs
Clennam
,
‘
who
came
knocking
at
the
door
on
the
night
when
Arthur
and
Chatterbox
were
here
,
and
who
asked
me
a
whole
Catechism
of
questions
about
Mr
Blandois
.
’
‘
It
is
true
,
’
Mr
Baptist
cheerfully
admitted
.
‘
And
behold
him
,
padrone
!
I
have
found
him
consequentementally
.
’
‘
I
shouldn
’
t
have
objected
,
’
returned
Mr
Flintwinch
,
‘
to
your
having
broken
your
neck
consequentementally
.
’
‘
And
now
,
’
said
Mr
Pancks
,
whose
eye
had
often
stealthily
wandered
to
the
window
-
seat
and
the
stocking
that
was
being
mended
there
,
‘
I
’
ve
only
one
other
word
to
say
before
I
go
.
If
Mr
Clennam
was
here
—
but
unfortunately
,
though
he
has
so
far
got
the
better
of
this
fine
gentleman
as
to
return
him
to
this
place
against
his
will
,
he
is
ill
and
in
prison
—
ill
and
in
prison
,
poor
fellow
—
if
he
was
here
,
’
said
Mr
Pancks
,
taking
one
step
aside
towards
the
window
-
seat
,
and
laying
his
right
hand
upon
the
stocking
;
‘
he
would
say
,
“
Affery
,
tell
your
dreams
!
”
’
Mr
Pancks
held
up
his
right
forefinger
between
his
nose
and
the
stocking
with
a
ghostly
air
of
warning
,
turned
,
steamed
out
and
towed
Mr
Baptist
after
him
.
The
house
-
door
was
heard
to
close
upon
them
,
their
steps
were
heard
passing
over
the
dull
pavement
of
the
echoing
court
-
yard
,
and
still
nobody
had
added
a
word
.
Mrs
Clennam
and
Jeremiah
had
exchanged
a
look
;
and
had
then
looked
,
and
looked
still
,
at
Affery
,
who
sat
mending
the
stocking
with
great
assiduity
.
‘
Come
!
’
said
Mr
Flintwinch
at
length
,
screwing
himself
a
curve
or
two
in
the
direction
of
the
window
-
seat
,
and
rubbing
the
palms
of
his
hands
on
his
coat
-
tail
as
if
he
were
preparing
them
to
do
something
:
‘
Whatever
has
to
be
said
among
us
had
better
be
begun
to
be
said
without
more
loss
of
time
.
—
So
,
Affery
,
my
woman
,
take
yourself
away
!
’
