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Chapter 22. A Puzzle

           ‘Thetruthis,it’smywife.She’swishfultosayawordtoyou,sir,uponapointrespecting—yes,’saidMrChivery,answeringClennam’slookofapprehensionwithanod,‘respectingher.’

           ‘Iwillmakeapointofseeingyourwifedirectly.’

           ‘Thankyou,sir.Muchobliged.Itan’tabovetenminutesoutofyourway.PleasetoaskforMrsChivery!’Theseinstructions,MrChivery,whohadalreadylethimout,cautiouslycalledthroughalittleslideintheouterdoor,whichhecoulddrawbackfromwithinfortheinspectionofvisitorswhenitpleasedhim.

           ArthurClennam,withthecardinhishand,betookhimselftotheaddresssetforthuponit,andspeedilyarrivedthere.Itwasaverysmallestablishment,whereinadecentwomansatbehindthecounterworkingatherneedle.Littlejarsoftobacco,littleboxesofcigars,alittleassortmentofpipes,alittlejarortwoofsnuff,andalittleinstrumentlikeashoeinghornforservingitout,composedtheretailstockintrade.

           Arthurmentionedhisname,andhishavingpromisedtocall,onthesolicitationofMrChivery.AboutsomethingrelatingtoMissDorrit,hebelieved.MrsChiveryatoncelaidasideherwork,roseupfromherseatbehindthecounter,anddeploringlyshookherhead.

           ‘Youmayseehimnow,’saidshe,‘ifyou’llcondescendtotakeapeep.’

           Withthesemysteriouswords,sheprecededthevisitorintoalittleparlourbehindtheshop,withalittlewindowinitcommandingaverylittledullback-yard.

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