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Mistress Affery, whose fear of thunder and lightning was only to be equalled by her dread of the haunted house with a premature and preternatural darkness in it, stood undecided whether to go in or not, until the question was settled for her by the door blowing upon her in a violent gust of wind and shutting her out. Whats to be done now, whats to be done now! cried Mistress Affery, wringing her hands in this last uneasy dream of all; when shes all alone by herself inside, and can no more come down to open it than the churchyard dead themselves! In this dilemma, Mistress Affery, with her apron as a hood to keep the rain off, ran crying up and down the solitary paved enclosure several times. Why she should then stoop down and look in at the keyhole of the door as if an eye would open it, it would be difficult to say; but it is none the less what most people would have done in the same situation, and it is what she did. From this posture she started up suddenly, with a half scream, feeling something on her shoulder. It was the touch of a hand; of a mans hand. The man was dressed like a traveller, in a foraging cap with fur about it, and a heap of cloak. He looked like a foreigner. He had a quantity of hair and moustachejet black, except at the shaggy ends, where it had a tinge of redand a high hook nose. He laughed at Mistress Afferys start and cry; and as he laughed, his moustache went up under his nose, and his nose came down over his moustache. Whats the matter? he asked in plain English. What are you frightened at? At you, panted Affery. Me, madam? And the dismal evening, andand everything, said Affery. And here! The wind has been and blown the door to, and I cant get in. Hah! said the gentleman, who took that very coolly. Indeed! Do you know such a name as Clennam about here? Lord bless us, I should think I did, I should think I did! cried Affery, exasperated into a new wringing of hands by the inquiry. Where about here? Where! cried Affery, goaded into another inspection of the keyhole. Where but here in this house? And shes all alone in her room, and lost the use of her limbs and cant stir to help herself or me, and the tother clever ones out, and Lord forgive me! cried Affery, driven into a frantic dance by these accumulated considerations, if I aint a-going headlong out of my mind! Taking a warmer view of the matter now that it concerned himself, the gentleman stepped back to glance at the house, and his eye soon rested on the long narrow window of the little room near the hall- door. Where may the lady be who has lost the use of her limbs, madam? he inquired, with that peculiar smile which Mistress Affery could not choose but keep her eyes upon. Up there! said Affery. Them two windows. Hah! I am of a fair size, but could not have the honour of presenting myself in that room without a ladder. Now, madam, frankly frankness is a part of my charactershall I open the door for you? Yes, bless you, sir, for a dear creetur, and do it at once, cried Affery, for she may be a-calling to me at this very present minute, or may be setting herself a fire and burning herself to death, or theres no knowing what may be happening to her, and me a-going out of my mind at thinking of it! |
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