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Nor see any devils?' 'Not,' said Mr Flintwinch, gri himself at his questioner,

'not any that introduce themselves under that name and in that

capacity' 'Haha! A portrait here, I see' (Still looking at Mr Flintwinch, as if he were the portrait) 'It's a portrait, sir, as you observe' 'May I ask the subject, Mr Flintwinch?' 'Mr Clennam, deceased Her husband' 'Former owner of the remarkable

watch, perhaps?' said the visitor

Mr Flintwinch, who had cast his eyes towards the portrait, twisted

hiain found himself the subject of the same

look and smile 'Yes, Mr Blandois,' he replied tartly 'It was his, and

his uncle's before him, and Lord knoho before hiree' 'That's a strongly marked character, Mr Flintwinch, our friend

up-stairs' 'Yes, sir,' said Jereain, as he

did during the whole of this dialogue, like sorip; for the other never changed, and he always

felt obliged to retreat a little 'She is a reth of mind' 'They must have been very happy,' said Blandois 'Who?' demanded Mr Flintwinch, with another screw at hier towards the sick rooer towards the portrait, and then, putting his ar down at Mr Flintwinch

with the advancing nose and the retreating moustache

'As happy as most other married people, I suppose,' returned Mr

Flintwinch 'I can't say I don't know There are secrets in all

faain, my son' 'I say,' replied Mr Flintwinch, upon whom he had swelled himself so

suddenly that Mr Flintwinch found his face almost brushed by the dilated

chest 'I say there are secrets in all fa hi hiht So there are!

Secrets! Holy Blue! There are the devil's own secrets in so Mr Flintwinch on both

shoulders several ti him on a joke he had made, he threw up his arether behind it, and burst into a roar of

laughter It was in vain for Mr Flintwinch to try another screw at hih out