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He
drew
in
his
head
again
,
sat
down
at
the
bedside
,
and
looked
on
at
Affery
Flintwinch
making
the
bed
.
‘
Affery
,
you
were
not
married
when
I
went
away
.
’
She
screwed
her
mouth
into
the
form
of
saying
‘
No
,
’
shook
her
head
,
and
proceeded
to
get
a
pillow
into
its
case
.
‘
How
did
it
happen
?
’
‘
Why
,
Jeremiah
,
o
’
course
,
’
said
Affery
,
with
an
end
of
the
pillow
-
case
between
her
teeth
.
‘
Of
course
he
proposed
it
,
but
how
did
it
all
come
about
?
I
should
have
thought
that
neither
of
you
would
have
married
;
least
of
all
should
I
have
thought
of
your
marrying
each
other
.
’
‘
No
more
should
I
,
’
said
Mrs
Flintwinch
,
tying
the
pillow
tightly
in
its
case
.
‘
That
’
s
what
I
mean
.
When
did
you
begin
to
think
otherwise
?
’
‘
Never
begun
to
think
otherwise
at
all
,
’
said
Mrs
Flintwinch
.
Seeing
,
as
she
patted
the
pillow
into
its
place
on
the
bolster
,
that
he
was
still
looking
at
her
as
if
waiting
for
the
rest
of
her
reply
,
she
gave
it
a
great
poke
in
the
middle
,
and
asked
,
‘
How
could
I
help
myself
?
’
