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Reminded of her former achievement in that way, Mr Flintwinch held the candle to her head, as if he had some idea of lighting her up for the illumination of the kitchen. 'Don't you know it's her tea-time? he demanded with a vicious grin, and giving one of the legs of Mistress Affery's chair a kick. 'Jeremiah? Tea-time? I don't know what's come to me.
So, say no more. Say no more. Here the sound of the wheeled chair was heard upon the floor, and Affery's bell rang with a hasty jerk.
A delicately bent head, a tiny form, a quick little pair of busy hands, and a shabby dress it must needs have been very shabby to look at all so, being so neat were Little Dorrit as she sat at work. For these particulars or generalities concerning Little Dorrit, Mr Arthur was indebted in the course of the day to his own eyes and to Mrs Affery's tongue.
If Mrs Affery had had any will or way of her own, it would probably have been unfavourable to Little Dorrit. But as 'them two clever ones' Mrs Affery's perpetual reference, in whom her personality was swallowed up were agreed to accept Little Dorrit as a matter of course, she had nothing for it but to follow suit.
'Do you happen to know, Mrs Clennam, Affery's liege lord then demanded in a much lower voice, and with an amount of expression that seemed quite out of proportion to the simple purpose of his words, 'where she lives? 'No. 'Would you now, would you like to know? said Jeremiah with a pounce as if he had sprung upon her. 'If I cared to know, I should know already.
As the room-ridden invalid settled for the night, these would gradually disappear: Mistress Affery's magnified shadow always flitting about, last, until it finally glided away into the air, as though she were off upon a witch excursion.
When the ferocious devotional exercises were engaged in, these speculations would distract Mistress Affery's eyes towards the door, as if she expected some dark form to appear at those propitious moments, and make the party one too many.
The man was dressed like a traveller, in a foraging cap with fur about it, and a heap of cloak. He looked like a foreigner. He had a quantity of hair and moustache jet black, except at the shaggy ends, where it had a tinge of red and a high hook nose. He laughed at Mistress Affery's start and cry; and as he laughed, his moustache went up under his nose, and his nose came down over his moustache.
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