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'Not a bit nearer, Jeremiah! cried Affery, never ceasing to beat the air. 'Don't come a bit nearer to me, or I'll rouse the neighbourhood! I'll throw myself out of window. I'll scream Fire and Murder! I'll wake the dead! Stop where you are, or I'll make shrieks enough to wake the dead! The determined voice of Mrs Clennam echoed 'Stop! Jeremiah had stopped already. 'It is closing in, Flintwinch.
Mistress Affery having no taste for reading, and no sufficient light for needlework in the subdued room, supposing her to have the inclination, now sat every night in the dimness from which she had momentarily emerged on the evening of Arthur Clennam's return, occupied with crowds of wild speculations and suspicions respecting her mistress and her husband and the noises in the house.
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.
'What's the matter? he asked in plain English. 'What are you frightened at? 'At you, panted Affery. 'Me, madam? 'And the dismal evening, and and everything, said Affery. 'And here! The wind has been and blown the door to, and I can't get in. 'Hah! said the gentleman, who took that very coolly. 'Indeed! Do you know such a name as Clennam about here?
'Affery, my woman, said Mr Flintwinch grimly, after advancing his nose to that lady's lips as a test for the detection of spirituous liquors, 'if you don't get tea pretty quick, old woman, you'll become sensible of a rustle and a touch that'll send you flying to the other end of the kitchen.
Affery had so vivid a fear of his going stealthily up-stairs the moment her back was turned, that after hurrying out of sight, she returned to the gateway to peep at him.
'He can't see me, returned Arthur, suiting the action to the word, 'if I blow the candle out. 'He'll hear you, cried Affery. 'He can't hear me, returned Arthur, suiting the action to the words again, 'if I draw you into this black closet, and speak here. Why do you hide your face? 'Because I am afraid of seeing something. 'You can't be afraid of seeing anything in this darkness, Affery.
Returning from the dismal kitchen regions, which were as dreary as they could be, Mistress Affery passed with the light into his father's old room, and then into the old dining-room; always passing on before like a phantom that was not to be overtaken, and neither turning nor answering when he whispered, 'Affery! I want to speak to you!
Taking a warmer view of the matter now that it concerned himself, the gentleman stepped back to glance at the house, and his eye soon rested on the long narrow window of the little room near the hall-door. 'Where may the lady be who has lost the use of her limbs, madam? he inquired, with that peculiar smile which Mistress Affery could not choose but keep her eyes upon. 'Up there! said Affery.
The latter asked him, when they were alone together among the heavy shadows of the dining-room, would he have some supper? 'No, Affery, no supper. 'You shall if you like, said Affery. 'There's her tomorrow's partridge in the larder her first this year; say the word and I'll cook it. No, he had not long dined, and could eat nothing.
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