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Tell him that it is his old Blandois, who comes from arriving in England; tell him that it is his little boy who is here, his cabbage, his well-beloved! Open the door, beautiful Mrs Flintwinch, and in the meantime let me to pass upstairs, to present my compliments homage of Blandois to my lady! My lady lives always? It is well. Open then!
Mr Blandois proposed having the largest glasses in the house, to which Mr Flintwinch assented. The bumpers filled, Mr Blandois, with a roystering gaiety, clinked the top of his glass against the bottom of Mr Flintwinch's, and the bottom of his glass against the top of Mr Flintwinch's, and drank to the intimate acquaintance he foresaw.
Mistress Affery, with a suppressed cry, threw her apron over her head. 'What? You want another dose! said Mr Flintwinch. 'You shall have it, my woman, you shall have a good one! Oh! You shall have a sneezer, you shall have a teaser! 'In the meantime is anybody going to the door? said Arthur.
'It was a girl, surely, whom I saw near you almost hidden in the dark corner? 'Oh! She? Little Dorrit? She's nothing; she's a whim of hers. It was a peculiarity of Affery Flintwinch that she never spoke of Mrs Clennam by name. 'But there's another sort of girls than that about. Have you forgot your old sweetheart? Long and long ago, I'll be bound.
What could there be more than that! she ejaculated in her sternly wondering way. Mrs Flintwinch dreamed, that, for the space of a minute or two, they remained looking at each other with the candle between them, and that she somehow derived an impression that they looked at each other fixedly.
'How do you find yourself, sir? said Mr Flintwinch, as soon as he could disengage himself, which he struggled to do with very little ceremony. 'Thank you, no; I don't want any more. This was in reference to another menace of attention from his recovered friend. 'Well, Arthur. You remember what I said to you about sleeping dogs and missing ones. It's come true, you see.
That she then went upstairs with her shoes in her hand, partly to be near the clever ones as a match for most ghosts, and partly to hear what they were talking about. 'None of your nonsense with me, said Mr Flintwinch. 'I won't take it from you. Mrs Flintwinch dreamed that she stood behind the door, which was just ajar, and most distinctly heard her husband say these bold words.
You're hammer and tongs, already, you two? he said, coolly stroking his face. 'I thought you would be. I was pretty sure of it. 'Flintwinch! said the mother, 'look at my son. Look at him! 'Well, I AM looking at him, said Flintwinch. She stretched out the arm with which she had shielded herself, and as she went on, pointed at the object of her anger.
Having exhibited himself in the new light of enunciating this tremendous threat, Mr Pancks, with a countenance of grave import, snorted several times and steamed away. The Dreams of Mrs Flintwinch thicken
It appeared to have become a perfect passion with Mrs Flintwinch, that the only son should be pitted against them. In the course of the day, too, Arthur looked through the whole house. Dull and dark he found it. The gaunt rooms, deserted for years upon years, seemed to have settled down into a gloomy lethargy from which nothing could rouse them again.
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