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He leaned upon the sill of the long low window, and looking out upon the blackened forest of chimneys again, began to dream; for it had been the uniform tendency of this man's life so much was wanting in it to think about, so much that might have been better directed and happier to speculate upon to make him a dreamer, after all. Mrs Flintwinch has a Dream
When Mr and Mrs Flintwinch panted up to the door of the old house in the twilight, Jeremiah within a second of Affery, the stranger started back. 'Death of my soul! he exclaimed. 'Why, how did you get here? Mr Flintwinch, to whom these words were spoken, repaid the stranger's wonder in full.
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: '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.
'Indeed! returned Clennam quickly. He asked her, after short consideration, why she supposed so. 'I think, replied Little Dorrit, 'that Mr Flintwinch must have watched me. And why, Clennam asked, as he turned his eyes upon the fire, bent his brows, and considered again; why did she suppose that? 'I have met him twice. Both times near home. Both times at night, when I was going back.
Mr Flintwinch did as he was directed, and Mr Dorrit read it through, as if he had not previously seen it; glad enough of the opportunity of collecting his presence of mind, which the air of the house and of the people in it had a little disturbed. While his eyes were on the paper, he felt that the eyes of Mr Flintwinch and of Mrs Clennam were on him.
'Who? demanded Mr Flintwinch, with another screw at him. Mr Blandois shook his right forefinger towards the sick room, and his left forefinger towards the portrait, and then, putting his arms akimbo and striding his legs wide apart, stood smiling down at Mr Flintwinch with the advancing nose and the retreating moustache. 'As happy as most other married people, I suppose, returned Mr Flintwinch.
'Hold there, Flintwinch! she cried out in a changed voice: 'you may go a word too far. The old man seemed to think so. There was another pause, and he had altered his position in the room, when he spoke again more mildly: 'I was going to tell you why it was. Because, before you took your own part, I thought you ought to have taken the part of Arthur's father. Arthur's father!
When Mrs Flintwinch dreamed, she usually dreamed, unlike the son of her old mistress, with her eyes shut. She had a curiously vivid dream that night, and before she had left the son of her old mistress many hours. In fact it was not at all like a dream; it was so very real in every respect. It happened in this wise.
O good Lord! there it is again. Hark, Jeremiah! Now! If there were any sound at all, it was so slight that she must have fallen into a confirmed habit of listening for sounds; but Mr Dorrit believed he did hear a something, like the falling of dry leaves. The woman's terror, for a very short space, seemed to touch the three; and they all listened. Mr Flintwinch was the first to stir.
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.
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