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‘
He
does
not
know
me
.
’
‘
What
do
you
suppose
he
cares
for
you
,
you
conceited
woman
?
’
said
Mr
Flintwinch
.
‘
I
tell
you
,
Flintwinch
,
I
will
speak
.
I
tell
you
when
it
has
come
to
this
,
I
will
tell
it
with
my
own
lips
,
and
will
express
myself
throughout
it
.
What
!
Have
I
suffered
nothing
in
this
room
,
no
deprivation
,
no
imprisonment
,
that
I
should
condescend
at
last
to
contemplate
myself
in
such
a
glass
as
that
.
Can
you
see
him
?
Can
you
hear
him
?
If
your
wife
were
a
hundred
times
the
ingrate
that
she
is
,
and
if
I
were
a
thousand
times
more
hopeless
than
I
am
of
inducing
her
to
be
silent
if
this
man
is
silenced
,
I
would
tell
it
myself
,
before
I
would
bear
the
torment
of
the
hearing
it
from
him
.
’
Rigaud
pushed
his
chair
a
little
back
;
pushed
his
legs
out
straight
before
him
;
and
sat
with
his
arms
folded
over
against
her
.
‘
You
do
not
know
what
it
is
,
’
she
went
on
addressing
him
,
‘
to
be
brought
up
strictly
and
straitly
.
I
was
so
brought
up
.
Mine
was
no
light
youth
of
sinful
gaiety
and
pleasure
.
Mine
were
days
of
wholesome
repression
,
punishment
,
and
fear
.
The
corruption
of
our
hearts
,
the
evil
of
our
ways
,
the
curse
that
is
upon
us
,
the
terrors
that
surround
us
—
these
were
the
themes
of
my
childhood
.
They
formed
my
character
,
and
filled
me
with
an
abhorrence
of
evil
-
doers
.
When
old
Mr
Gilbert
Clennam
proposed
his
orphan
nephew
to
my
father
for
my
husband
,
my
father
impressed
upon
me
that
his
bringing
-
up
had
been
,
like
mine
,
one
of
severe
restraint
.
He
told
me
,
that
besides
the
discipline
his
spirit
had
undergone
,
he
had
lived
in
a
starved
house
,
where
rioting
and
gaiety
were
unknown
,
and
where
every
day
was
a
day
of
toil
and
trial
like
the
last
.
He
told
me
that
he
had
been
a
man
in
years
long
before
his
uncle
had
acknowledged
him
as
one
;
and
that
from
his
school
-
days
to
that
hour
,
his
uncle
’
s
roof
has
been
a
sanctuary
to
him
from
the
contagion
of
the
irreligious
and
dissolute
.
When
,
within
a
twelvemonth
of
our
marriage
,
I
found
my
husband
,
at
that
time
when
my
father
spoke
of
him
,
to
have
sinned
against
the
Lord
and
outraged
me
by
holding
a
guilty
creature
in
my
place
,
was
I
to
doubt
that
it
had
been
appointed
to
me
to
make
the
discovery
,
and
that
it
was
appointed
to
me
to
lay
the
hand
of
punishment
upon
that
creature
of
perdition
?
Was
I
to
dismiss
in
a
moment
—
not
my
own
wrongs
—
what
was
I
!
but
all
the
rejection
of
sin
,
and
all
the
war
against
it
,
in
which
I
had
been
bred
?
’
She
laid
her
wrathful
hand
upon
the
watch
on
the
table
.
‘
No
!
“
Do
not
forget
.
”
The
initials
of
those
words
are
within
here
now
,
and
were
within
here
then
.
I
was
appointed
to
find
the
old
letter
that
referred
to
them
,
and
that
told
me
what
they
meant
,
and
whose
work
they
were
,
and
why
they
were
worked
,
lying
with
this
watch
in
his
secret
drawer
.
But
for
that
appointment
there
would
have
been
no
discovery
.
“
Do
not
forget
.
”
It
spoke
to
me
like
a
voice
from
an
angry
cloud
.
Do
not
forget
the
deadly
sin
,
do
not
forget
the
appointed
discovery
,
do
not
forget
the
appointed
suffering
.
I
did
not
forget
.
Was
it
my
own
wrong
I
remembered
?
Mine
!
I
was
but
a
servant
and
a
minister
.
What
power
could
I
have
over
them
,
but
that
they
were
bound
in
the
bonds
of
their
sin
,
and
delivered
to
me
!
’
More
than
forty
years
had
passed
over
the
grey
head
of
this
determined
woman
,
since
the
time
she
recalled
.
More
than
forty
years
of
strife
and
struggle
with
the
whisper
that
,
by
whatever
name
she
called
her
vindictive
pride
and
rage
,
nothing
through
all
eternity
could
change
their
nature
.
Yet
,
gone
those
more
than
forty
years
,
and
come
this
Nemesis
now
looking
her
in
the
face
,
she
still
abided
by
her
old
impiety
—
still
reversed
the
order
of
Creation
,
and
breathed
her
own
breath
into
a
clay
image
of
her
Creator
.
Verily
,
verily
,
travellers
have
seen
many
monstrous
idols
in
many
countries
;
but
no
human
eyes
have
ever
seen
more
daring
,
gross
,
and
shocking
images
of
the
Divine
nature
than
we
creatures
of
the
dust
make
in
our
own
likenesses
,
of
our
own
bad
passions
.
