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‘
No
!
I
will
not
out
of
my
scanty
means
—
for
I
tell
you
again
,
we
are
poor
here
,
and
not
rich
—
I
will
not
offer
any
price
for
a
power
that
I
do
not
know
the
worst
and
the
fullest
extent
of
.
This
is
the
third
time
of
your
hinting
and
threatening
.
You
must
speak
explicitly
,
or
you
may
go
where
you
will
,
and
do
what
you
will
.
It
is
better
to
be
torn
to
pieces
at
a
spring
,
than
to
be
a
mouse
at
the
caprice
of
such
a
cat
.
’
He
looked
at
her
so
hard
with
those
eyes
too
near
together
that
the
sinister
sight
of
each
,
crossing
that
of
the
other
,
seemed
to
make
the
bridge
of
his
hooked
nose
crooked
.
After
a
long
survey
,
he
said
,
with
the
further
setting
off
of
his
internal
smile
:
‘
You
are
a
bold
woman
!
’
‘
I
am
a
resolved
woman
.
’
‘
You
always
were
.
What
?
She
always
was
;
is
it
not
so
,
my
little
Flintwinch
?
’
‘
Flintwinch
,
say
nothing
to
him
.
It
is
for
him
to
say
,
here
and
now
,
all
he
can
;
or
to
go
hence
,
and
do
all
he
can
.
You
know
this
to
be
our
determination
.
Leave
him
to
his
action
on
it
.
’
She
did
not
shrink
under
his
evil
leer
,
or
avoid
it
.
He
turned
it
upon
her
again
,
but
she
remained
steady
at
the
point
to
which
she
had
fixed
herself
.
He
got
off
the
table
,
placed
a
chair
near
the
sofa
,
sat
down
in
it
,
and
leaned
an
arm
upon
the
sofa
close
to
her
own
,
which
he
touched
with
his
hand
.
Her
face
was
ever
frowning
,
attentive
,
and
settled
.
‘
It
is
your
pleasure
then
,
madame
,
that
I
shall
relate
a
morsel
of
family
history
in
this
little
family
society
,
’
said
Rigaud
,
with
a
warning
play
of
his
lithe
fingers
on
her
arm
.
‘
I
am
something
of
a
doctor
.
Let
me
touch
your
pulse
.
’
She
suffered
him
to
take
her
wrist
in
his
hand
.
Holding
it
,
he
proceeded
to
say
:
