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‘
Who
said
with
his
consent
?
’
She
started
to
find
Jeremiah
so
near
her
,
and
drew
back
her
head
,
looking
at
him
with
some
rising
distrust
.
‘
You
were
often
enough
between
us
when
he
would
have
had
me
produce
it
and
I
would
not
,
to
have
contradicted
me
if
I
had
said
,
with
his
consent
.
I
say
,
when
I
suppressed
that
paper
,
I
made
no
effort
to
destroy
it
,
but
kept
it
by
me
,
here
in
this
house
,
many
years
.
The
rest
of
the
Gilbert
property
being
left
to
Arthur
’
s
father
,
I
could
at
any
time
,
without
unsettling
more
than
the
two
sums
,
have
made
a
pretence
of
finding
it
.
But
,
besides
that
I
must
have
supported
such
pretence
by
a
direct
falsehood
(
a
great
responsibility
)
,
I
have
seen
no
new
reason
,
in
all
the
time
I
have
been
tried
here
,
to
bring
it
to
light
.
It
was
a
rewarding
of
sin
;
the
wrong
result
of
a
delusion
.
I
did
what
I
was
appointed
to
do
,
and
I
have
undergone
,
within
these
four
walls
,
what
I
was
appointed
to
undergo
.
When
the
paper
was
at
last
destroyed
—
as
I
thought
—
in
my
presence
,
she
had
long
been
dead
,
and
her
patron
,
Frederick
Dorrit
,
had
long
been
deservedly
ruined
and
imbecile
.
He
had
no
daughter
.
I
had
found
the
niece
before
then
;
and
what
I
did
for
her
,
was
better
for
her
far
than
the
money
of
which
she
would
have
had
no
good
.
’
She
added
,
after
a
moment
,
as
though
she
addressed
the
watch
:
‘
She
herself
was
innocent
,
and
I
might
not
have
forgotten
to
relinquish
it
to
her
at
my
death
:
’
and
sat
looking
at
it
.
‘
Shall
I
recall
something
to
you
,
worthy
madame
?
’
said
Rigaud
.
‘
The
little
paper
was
in
this
house
on
the
night
when
our
friend
the
prisoner
—
jail
-
comrade
of
my
soul
—
came
home
from
foreign
countries
.
Shall
I
recall
yet
something
more
to
you
?
The
little
singing
-
bird
that
never
was
fledged
,
was
long
kept
in
a
cage
by
a
guardian
of
your
appointing
,
well
enough
known
to
our
old
intriguer
here
.
Shall
we
coax
our
old
intriguer
to
tell
us
when
he
saw
him
last
?
’
‘
I
’
ll
tell
you
!
’
cried
Affery
,
unstopping
her
mouth
.
‘
I
dreamed
it
,
first
of
all
my
dreams
.
Jeremiah
,
if
you
come
a
-
nigh
me
now
,
I
’
ll
scream
to
be
heard
at
St
Paul
’
s
!
The
person
as
this
man
has
spoken
of
,
was
Jeremiah
’
s
own
twin
brother
;
and
he
was
here
in
the
dead
of
the
night
,
on
the
night
when
Arthur
come
home
,
and
Jeremiah
with
his
own
hands
give
him
this
paper
,
along
with
I
don
’
t
know
what
more
,
and
he
took
it
away
in
an
iron
box
—
Help
!
Murder
!
Save
me
from
Jere
-
mi
-
ah
!
’
Mr
Flintwinch
had
made
a
run
at
her
,
but
Rigaud
had
caught
him
in
his
arms
midway
.
After
a
moment
’
s
wrestle
with
him
,
Flintwinch
gave
up
,
and
put
his
hands
in
his
pockets
.
‘
What
!
’
cried
Rigaud
,
rallying
him
as
he
poked
and
jerked
him
back
with
his
elbows
,
‘
assault
a
lady
with
such
a
genius
for
dreaming
!
Ha
,
ha
,
ha
!
Why
,
she
’
ll
be
a
fortune
to
you
as
an
exhibition
.
All
that
she
dreams
comes
true
.
Ha
,
ha
,
ha
!
You
’
re
so
like
him
,
Little
Flintwinch
.
So
like
him
,
as
I
knew
him
(
when
I
first
spoke
English
for
him
to
the
host
)
in
the
Cabaret
of
the
Three
Billiard
Tables
,
in
the
little
street
of
the
high
roofs
,
by
the
wharf
at
Antwerp
!
Ah
,
but
he
was
a
brave
boy
to
drink
.
Ah
,
but
he
was
a
brave
boy
to
smoke
!
Ah
,
but
he
lived
in
a
sweet
bachelor
-
apartment
—
furnished
,
on
the
fifth
floor
,
above
the
wood
and
charcoal
merchant
’
s
,
and
the
dress
-
maker
’
s
,
and
the
chair
-
maker
’
s
,
and
the
maker
of
tubs
—
where
I
knew
him
too
,
and
wherewith
his
cognac
and
tobacco
,
he
had
twelve
sleeps
a
day
and
one
fit
,
until
he
had
a
fit
too
much
,
and
ascended
to
the
skies
.
Ha
,
ha
,
ha
!
What
does
it
matter
how
I
took
possession
of
the
papers
in
his
iron
box
?
Perhaps
he
confided
it
to
my
hands
for
you
,
perhaps
it
was
locked
and
my
curiosity
was
piqued
,
perhaps
I
suppressed
it
.
Ha
,
ha
,
ha
!
What
does
it
matter
,
so
that
I
have
it
safe
?
We
are
not
particular
here
;
hey
,
Flintwinch
?
We
are
not
particular
here
;
is
it
not
so
,
madame
?
’
Retiring
before
him
with
vicious
counter
-
jerks
of
his
own
elbows
,
Mr
Flintwinch
had
got
back
into
his
corner
,
where
he
now
stood
with
his
hands
in
his
pockets
,
taking
breath
,
and
returning
Mrs
Clennam
’
s
stare
.
‘
Ha
,
ha
,
ha
!
But
what
’
s
this
?
’
cried
Rigaud
.
‘
It
appears
as
if
you
don
’
t
know
,
one
the
other
.
Permit
me
,
Madame
Clennam
who
suppresses
,
to
present
Monsieur
Flintwinch
who
intrigues
.
’
Mr
Flintwinch
,
unpocketing
one
of
his
hands
to
scrape
his
jaw
,
advanced
a
step
or
so
in
that
attitude
,
still
returning
Mrs
Clennam
’
s
look
,
and
thus
addressed
her
:
