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‘
A
history
of
a
strange
marriage
,
and
a
strange
mother
,
and
a
revenge
,
and
a
suppression
.
—
Aye
,
aye
,
aye
?
this
pulse
is
beating
curiously
!
It
appears
to
me
that
it
doubles
while
I
touch
it
.
Are
these
the
usual
changes
of
your
malady
,
madame
?
’
There
was
a
struggle
in
her
maimed
arm
as
she
twisted
it
away
,
but
there
was
none
in
her
face
.
On
his
face
there
was
his
own
smile
.
‘
I
have
lived
an
adventurous
life
.
I
am
an
adventurous
character
.
I
have
known
many
adventurers
;
interesting
spirits
—
amiable
society
!
To
one
of
them
I
owe
my
knowledge
and
my
proofs
—
I
repeat
it
,
estimable
lady
—
proofs
—
of
the
ravishing
little
family
history
I
go
to
commence
.
You
will
be
charmed
with
it
.
But
,
bah
!
I
forget
.
One
should
name
a
history
.
Shall
I
name
it
the
history
of
a
house
?
But
,
bah
,
again
.
There
are
so
many
houses
.
Shall
I
name
it
the
history
of
this
house
?
’
Leaning
over
the
sofa
,
poised
on
two
legs
of
his
chair
and
his
left
elbow
;
that
hand
often
tapping
her
arm
to
beat
his
words
home
;
his
legs
crossed
;
his
right
hand
sometimes
arranging
his
hair
,
sometimes
smoothing
his
moustache
,
sometimes
striking
his
nose
,
always
threatening
her
whatever
it
did
;
coarse
,
insolent
,
rapacious
,
cruel
,
and
powerful
,
he
pursued
his
narrative
at
his
ease
.
‘
In
fine
,
then
,
I
name
it
the
history
of
this
house
.
I
commence
it
.
There
live
here
,
let
us
suppose
,
an
uncle
and
nephew
.
The
uncle
,
a
rigid
old
gentleman
of
strong
force
of
character
;
the
nephew
,
habitually
timid
,
repressed
,
and
under
constraint
.
’
Mistress
Affery
,
fixedly
attentive
in
the
window
-
seat
,
biting
the
rolled
up
end
of
her
apron
,
and
trembling
from
head
to
foot
,
here
cried
out
,
‘
Jeremiah
,
keep
off
from
me
!
I
’
ve
heerd
,
in
my
dreams
,
of
Arthur
’
s
father
and
his
uncle
.
He
’
s
a
talking
of
them
.
It
was
before
my
time
here
;
but
I
’
ve
heerd
in
my
dreams
that
Arthur
’
s
father
was
a
poor
,
irresolute
,
frightened
chap
,
who
had
had
everything
but
his
orphan
life
scared
out
of
him
when
he
was
young
,
and
that
he
had
no
voice
in
the
choice
of
his
wife
even
,
but
his
uncle
chose
her
.
There
she
sits
!
I
heerd
it
in
my
dreams
,
and
you
said
it
to
her
own
self
.
’
As
Mr
Flintwinch
shook
his
fist
at
her
,
and
as
Mrs
Clennam
gazed
upon
her
,
Rigaud
kissed
his
hand
to
her
.
‘
Perfectly
right
,
dear
Madame
Flintwinch
.
You
have
a
genius
for
dreaming
.
’
‘
I
don
’
t
want
none
of
your
praises
,
’
returned
Affery
.
‘
I
don
’
t
want
to
have
nothing
at
all
to
say
to
you
.
