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‘
Now
,
I
know
what
you
mean
by
opening
your
eyes
so
wide
at
me
,
but
you
needn
’
t
take
the
trouble
,
because
I
don
’
t
care
for
it
.
I
’
ve
been
telling
you
for
how
many
years
that
you
’
re
one
of
the
most
opinionated
and
obstinate
of
women
.
That
’
s
what
you
are
.
You
call
yourself
humble
and
sinful
,
but
you
are
the
most
Bumptious
of
your
sex
.
That
’
s
what
you
are
.
I
have
told
you
,
over
and
over
again
when
we
have
had
a
tiff
,
that
you
wanted
to
make
everything
go
down
before
you
,
but
I
wouldn
’
t
go
down
before
you
—
that
you
wanted
to
swallow
up
everybody
alive
,
but
I
wouldn
’
t
be
swallowed
up
alive
.
Why
didn
’
t
you
destroy
the
paper
when
you
first
laid
hands
upon
it
?
I
advised
you
to
;
but
no
,
it
’
s
not
your
way
to
take
advice
.
You
must
keep
it
forsooth
.
Perhaps
you
may
carry
it
out
at
some
other
time
,
forsooth
.
As
if
I
didn
’
t
know
better
than
that
!
I
think
I
see
your
pride
carrying
it
out
,
with
a
chance
of
being
suspected
of
having
kept
it
by
you
.
But
that
’
s
the
way
you
cheat
yourself
.
Just
as
you
cheat
yourself
into
making
out
that
you
didn
’
t
do
all
this
business
because
you
were
a
rigorous
woman
,
all
slight
,
and
spite
,
and
power
,
and
unforgiveness
,
but
because
you
were
a
servant
and
a
minister
,
and
were
appointed
to
do
it
.
Who
are
you
,
that
you
should
be
appointed
to
do
it
?
That
may
be
your
religion
,
but
it
’
s
my
gammon
.
And
to
tell
you
all
the
truth
while
I
am
about
it
,
’
said
Mr
Flintwinch
,
crossing
his
arms
,
and
becoming
the
express
image
of
irascible
doggedness
,
‘
I
have
been
rasped
—
rasped
these
forty
years
—
by
your
taking
such
high
ground
even
with
me
,
who
knows
better
;
the
effect
of
it
being
coolly
to
put
me
on
low
ground
.
I
admire
you
very
much
;
you
are
a
woman
of
strong
head
and
great
talent
;
but
the
strongest
head
,
and
the
greatest
talent
,
can
’
t
rasp
a
man
for
forty
years
without
making
him
sore
.
So
I
don
’
t
care
for
your
present
eyes
.
Now
,
I
am
coming
to
the
paper
,
and
mark
what
I
say
.
You
put
it
away
somewhere
,
and
you
kept
your
own
counsel
where
.
You
’
re
an
active
woman
at
that
time
,
and
if
you
want
to
get
that
paper
,
you
can
get
it
.
But
,
mark
.
There
comes
a
time
when
you
are
struck
into
what
you
are
now
,
and
then
if
you
want
to
get
that
paper
,
you
can
’
t
get
it
.
So
it
lies
,
long
years
,
in
its
hiding
-
place
.
At
last
,
when
we
are
expecting
Arthur
home
every
day
,
and
when
any
day
may
bring
him
home
,
and
it
’
s
impossible
to
say
what
rummaging
he
may
make
about
the
house
,
I
recommend
you
five
thousand
times
,
if
you
can
’
t
get
at
it
,
to
let
me
get
at
it
,
that
it
may
be
put
in
the
fire
.
But
no
—
no
one
but
you
knows
where
it
is
,
and
that
’
s
power
;
and
,
call
yourself
whatever
humble
names
you
will
,
I
call
you
a
female
Lucifer
in
appetite
for
power
!
On
a
Sunday
night
,
Arthur
comes
home
.
He
has
not
been
in
this
room
ten
minutes
,
when
he
speaks
of
his
father
’
s
watch
.
You
know
very
well
that
the
Do
Not
Forget
,
at
the
time
when
his
father
sent
that
watch
to
you
,
could
only
mean
,
the
rest
of
the
story
being
then
all
dead
and
over
,
Do
Not
Forget
the
suppression
.
Make
restitution
!
Arthur
’
s
ways
have
frightened
you
a
bit
,
and
the
paper
shall
be
burnt
after
all
.
So
,
before
that
jumping
jade
and
Jezebel
,
’
Mr
Flintwinch
grinned
at
his
wife
,
‘
has
got
you
into
bed
,
you
at
last
tell
me
where
you
have
put
the
paper
,
among
the
old
ledgers
in
the
cellars
,
where
Arthur
himself
went
prowling
the
very
next
morning
.
But
it
’
s
not
to
be
burnt
on
a
Sunday
night
.
No
;
you
are
strict
,
you
are
;
we
must
wait
over
twelve
o
’
clock
,
and
get
into
Monday
.
Now
,
all
this
is
a
swallowing
of
me
up
alive
that
rasps
me
;
so
,
feeling
a
little
out
of
temper
,
and
not
being
as
strict
as
yourself
,
I
take
a
look
at
the
document
before
twelve
o
’
clock
to
refresh
my
memory
as
to
its
appearance
—
fold
up
one
of
the
many
yellow
old
papers
in
the
cellars
like
it
—
and
afterwards
,
when
we
have
got
into
Monday
morning
,
and
I
have
,
by
the
light
of
your
lamp
,
to
walk
from
you
,
lying
on
that
bed
,
to
this
grate
,
make
a
little
exchange
like
the
conjuror
,
and
burn
accordingly
.
My
brother
Ephraim
,
the
lunatic
-
keeper
(
I
wish
he
had
had
himself
to
keep
in
a
strait
-
waistcoat
)
,
had
had
many
jobs
since
the
close
of
the
long
job
he
got
from
you
,
but
had
not
done
well
.
His
wife
died
(
not
that
that
was
much
;
mine
might
have
died
instead
,
and
welcome
)
,
he
speculated
unsuccessfully
in
lunatics
,
he
got
into
difficulty
about
over
-
roasting
a
patient
to
bring
him
to
reason
,
and
he
got
into
debt
.
He
was
going
out
of
the
way
,
on
what
he
had
been
able
to
scrape
up
,
and
a
trifle
from
me
.
He
was
here
that
early
Monday
morning
,
waiting
for
the
tide
;
in
short
,
he
was
going
to
Antwerp
,
where
(
I
am
afraid
you
’
ll
be
shocked
at
my
saying
,
And
be
damned
to
him
!
)
he
made
the
acquaintance
of
this
gentleman
.
He
had
come
a
long
way
,
and
,
I
thought
then
,
was
only
sleepy
;
but
,
I
suppose
now
,
was
drunk
.
When
Arthur
’
s
mother
had
been
under
the
care
of
him
and
his
wife
,
she
had
been
always
writing
,
incessantly
writing
,
—
mostly
letters
of
confession
to
you
,
and
Prayers
for
forgiveness
.
My
brother
had
handed
,
from
time
to
time
,
lots
of
these
sheets
to
me
.
I
thought
I
might
as
well
keep
them
to
myself
as
have
them
swallowed
up
alive
too
;
so
I
kept
them
in
a
box
,
looking
over
them
when
I
felt
in
the
humour
.
Convinced
that
it
was
advisable
to
get
the
paper
out
of
the
place
,
with
Arthur
coming
about
it
,
I
put
it
into
this
same
box
,
and
I
locked
the
whole
up
with
two
locks
,
and
I
trusted
it
to
my
brother
to
take
away
and
keep
,
till
I
should
write
about
it
.
I
did
write
about
it
,
and
never
got
an
answer
.
I
didn
’
t
know
what
to
make
of
it
,
till
this
gentleman
favoured
us
with
his
first
visit
.
Of
course
,
I
began
to
suspect
how
it
was
,
then
;
and
I
don
’
t
want
his
word
for
it
now
to
understand
how
he
gets
his
knowledge
from
my
papers
,
and
your
paper
,
and
my
brother
’
s
cognac
and
tobacco
talk
(
I
wish
he
’
d
had
to
gag
himself
)
.
Now
,
I
have
only
one
thing
more
to
say
,
you
hammer
-
headed
woman
,
and
that
is
,
that
I
haven
’
t
altogether
made
up
my
mind
whether
I
might
,
or
might
not
,
have
ever
given
you
any
trouble
about
the
codicil
.
I
think
not
;
and
that
I
should
have
been
quite
satisfied
with
knowing
I
had
got
the
better
of
you
,
and
that
I
held
the
power
over
you
.
In
the
present
state
of
circumstances
,
I
have
no
more
explanation
to
give
you
till
this
time
to
-
morrow
night
.
So
you
may
as
well
,
’
said
Mr
Flintwinch
,
terminating
his
oration
with
a
screw
,
‘
keep
your
eyes
open
at
somebody
else
,
for
it
’
s
no
use
keeping
‘
em
open
at
me
.
’
She
slowly
withdrew
them
when
he
had
ceased
,
and
dropped
her
forehead
on
her
hand
.
Her
other
hand
pressed
hard
upon
the
table
,
and
again
the
curious
stir
was
observable
in
her
,
as
if
she
were
going
to
rise
.
‘
This
box
can
never
bring
,
elsewhere
,
the
price
it
will
bring
here
.
This
knowledge
can
never
be
of
the
same
profit
to
you
,
sold
to
any
other
person
,
as
sold
to
me
.
But
I
have
not
the
present
means
of
raising
the
sum
you
have
demanded
.
I
have
not
prospered
.
What
will
you
take
now
,
and
what
at
another
time
,
and
how
am
I
to
be
assured
of
your
silence
?
’
‘
My
angel
,
’
said
Rigaud
,
‘
I
have
said
what
I
will
take
,
and
time
presses
.
Before
coming
here
,
I
placed
copies
of
the
most
important
of
these
papers
in
another
hand
.
Put
off
the
time
till
the
Marshalsea
gate
shall
be
shut
for
the
night
,
and
it
will
be
too
late
to
treat
.
The
prisoner
will
have
read
them
.
’
She
put
her
two
hands
to
her
head
again
,
uttered
a
loud
exclamation
,
and
started
to
her
feet
.
She
staggered
for
a
moment
,
as
if
she
would
have
fallen
;
then
stood
firm
.
‘
Say
what
you
mean
.
Say
what
you
mean
,
man
!
’
