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and laudable tastes who did kind actions； and that here was a poor girl
with a voice for singing music with。 Then he is to have her taught。 Then
Arthur's father； who has all along been secretly pining in the ways of
virtuous ruggedness for those accursed snares which are called the Arts；
bees acquainted with her。 And so； a graceless orphan； training to be
a singing girl； carries it； by that Frederick Dorrit's agency； against
me； and I am humbled and deceived！……Not I； that is to say；' she added
quickly； as colour flushed into her face； 'a greater than I。 What am I？'
Jeremiah Flintwinch； who had been gradually screwing himself towards
her； and who was now very near her elbow without her knowing it； made a
specially wry face of objection when she said these words； and moreover
twitched his gaiters； as if such pretensions were equivalent to little
barbs in his legs。
'Lastly；' she continued； 'for I am at the end of these things； and I
will say no more of them； and you shall say no more of them； and all
that remains will be to determine whether the knowledge of them can
be kept among us who are here present； lastly； when I suppressed that
paper； with the knowledge of Arthur's father……'
'But not with his consent； you know；' said Mr Flintwinch。
'Who said with his consent？' She started to find Jeremiah so near her；
and drew back her head； looking at him with some rising distrust。 'You
were often enough between us when he would have had me produce it and
I would not； to have contradicted me if I had said； with his consent。 I
say； when I suppressed that paper； I made no effort to destroy it； but
kept it by me； here in this house； many years。 The rest of the Gilbert
property being left to Arthur's father； I could at any time； without
unsettling more than the two sums； have made a pretence of finding
it。 But； besides that I must have supported such pretence by a direct
falsehood （a great responsibility）； I have seen no new reason； in
all the time I have been tried here； to bring it to light。 It was a
rewarding of sin； the wrong result of a delusion。 I did what I was
appointed to do； and I have undergone； within these four walls； what
I was appointed to undergo。 When the paper was at last destroyed……as
I thought……in my presence； she had long been dead； and her patron；
Frederick Dorrit； had long been deservedly ruined and imbecile。 He had
no daughter。 I had found the niece before then； and what I did for her；
was better for her far than the money of which she would have had no
good。' She added； after a moment； as though she addressed the watch：
'She herself was innocent； and I might not have forgotten to relinquish
it to her at my death：' and sat looking at it。
'Shall I recall something to you； worthy madame？' said Rigaud。 'The
little paper was in this house on the night when our friend the
prisoner……jail…rade of my soul……came home from foreign countries。
Shall I recall yet something more to you？ The little singing…bird
that never was fledged； was long kept in a cage by a guardian of your
appointing； well enough known to our old intriguer here。 Shall we coax
our old intriguer to tell us when he saw him last？'
'I'll tell you！' cried Affery； unstopping her mouth。 'I dreamed it；
first of all my dreams。 Jeremiah； if you e a…nigh me now； I'll scream
to be heard at St Paul's！ The person as this man has spoken of； was
jeremiah's own twin brother； and he was here in the dead of the night；
on the night when Arthur e home； and Jeremiah with his own hands give
him this paper； along with I don't know what more； and he took it away
in an iron box……Help！ Murder！ Save me from Jere…mi…ah！'
Mr Flintwinch had made a run at her； but Rigaud had caught him in his
arms midway。 After a moment's wrestle with him； Flintwinch gave up； and
put his hands in his pockets。
'What！' cried Rigaud； rallying him as he poked and jerked him back with
his elbows； 'assault a lady with such a genius for dreaming！ Ha； ha； ha！
Why； she'll be a fortune to you as an exhibition。 All that she dreams
es true。 Ha； ha； ha！ You're so like him； Little Flintwinch。 So like
him； as I knew him （when I first spoke English for him to the host） in
the Cabaret of the Three Billiard Tables； in the little street of the
high roofs； by the wharf at Antwerp！ Ah； but he was a brave boy to
drink。 Ah； but he was a brave boy to smoke！ Ah； but he lived in a sweet
bachelor…apartment……furnished； on the fifth floor； above the wood and
charcoal merchant's； and the dress…maker's； and the chair…maker's； and
the maker of tubs……where I knew him too； and wherewith his cognac and
tobacco； he had twelve sleeps a day and one fit； until he had a fit too
much； and ascended to the skies。 Ha； ha； ha！ What does it matter how I
took possession of the papers in his iron box？ Perhaps he confided it
to my hands for you； perhaps it was locked and my curiosity was piqued；
perhaps I suppressed it。 Ha； ha； ha！ What does it matter； so that I
have it safe？ We are not particular here； hey； Flintwinch？ We are not
particular here； is it not so； madame？'
Retiring before him with vicious counter…jerks of his own elbows； Mr
Flintwinch had got back into his corner； where he now stood with his
hands in his pockets； taking breath； and returning Mrs Clennam's stare。
'Ha； ha； ha！ But what's this？' cried Rigaud。 'It appears as if you
don't know； one the other。 Permit me； Madame Clennam who suppresses； to
present Monsieur Flintwinch who intrigues。'
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。 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 being the
express image of irascible doggedness； 'I have been rasped……rasped these
forty years……by your taking such high groun