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When Mrs Flintwinch dreamed, she usually dreamed, unlike the son of her

old mistress, with her eyes shut She had a curiously vivid dreaht, 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

The bed-chamber occupied by Mr and Mrs Flintwinch ithin a few paces

of that to which Mrs Clenna confined It was not on

the same floor, for it was a room at the side of the house, which was

approached by a steep descent of a few odd steps, diverging from the

main staircase nearly opposite to Mrs Clennam's door It could scarcely

be said to be within call, the walls, doors, and panelling of the old

place were so cumbrous; but it ithin easy reach, in any undress,

at any hour of the night, in any temperature At the head of the bed

and within a foot of Mrs Flintwinch's ear, was a bell, the line of which

hung ready to Mrs Clenna, up started

Affery, and was in the sick rooot her ht, Mrs Flintwinch went to roost as usual, saving that her lord had