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"
What
did
you
say
?
What
did
that
fellow
Orlick
say
to
me
,
Pip
?
What
did
he
call
me
,
with
my
husband
standing
by
?
Oh
!
oh
!
oh
!
"
Each
of
these
exclamations
was
a
shriek
;
and
I
must
remark
of
my
sister
,
what
is
equally
true
of
all
the
violent
women
I
have
ever
seen
,
that
passion
was
no
excuse
for
her
,
because
it
is
undeniable
that
instead
of
lapsing
into
passion
,
she
consciously
and
deliberately
took
extraordinary
pains
to
force
herself
into
it
,
and
became
blindly
furious
by
regular
stages
;
"
what
was
the
name
he
gave
me
before
the
base
man
who
swore
to
defend
me
?
Oh
!
Hold
me
!
Oh
!
"
"
Ah
-
h
-
h
!
"
growled
the
journeyman
,
between
his
teeth
,
"
I
’
d
hold
you
,
if
you
was
my
wife
.
I
’
d
hold
you
under
the
pump
,
and
choke
it
out
of
you
.
"
(
"
I
tell
you
,
let
her
alone
,
"
said
Joe
.
)
"
Oh
!
To
hear
him
!
"
cried
my
sister
,
with
a
clap
of
her
hands
and
a
scream
together
—
which
was
her
next
stage
.
"
To
hear
the
names
he
’
s
giving
me
!
That
Orlick
!
In
my
own
house
!
Me
,
a
married
woman
!
With
my
husband
standing
by
!
Oh
!
Oh
!
"
Here
my
sister
,
after
a
fit
of
clappings
and
screamings
,
beat
her
hands
upon
her
bosom
and
upon
her
knees
,
and
threw
her
cap
off
,
and
pulled
her
hair
down
—
which
were
the
last
stages
on
her
road
to
frenzy
.
Being
by
this
time
a
perfect
Fury
and
a
complete
success
,
she
made
a
dash
at
the
door
which
I
had
fortunately
locked
.
What
could
the
wretched
Joe
do
now
,
after
his
disregarded
parenthetical
interruptions
,
but
stand
up
to
his
journeyman
,
and
ask
him
what
he
meant
by
interfering
betwixt
himself
and
Mrs
.
Joe
;
and
further
whether
he
was
man
enough
to
come
on
?
Old
Orlick
felt
that
the
situation
admitted
of
nothing
less
than
coming
on
,
and
was
on
his
defence
straightway
;
so
,
without
so
much
as
pulling
off
their
singed
and
burnt
aprons
,
they
went
at
one
another
,
like
two
giants
.
But
,
if
any
man
in
that
neighborhood
could
stand
uplong
against
Joe
,
I
never
saw
the
man
.
Orlick
,
as
if
he
had
been
of
no
more
account
than
the
pale
young
gentleman
,
was
very
soon
among
the
coal
-
dust
,
and
in
no
hurry
to
come
out
of
it
.
Then
Joe
unlocked
the
door
and
picked
up
my
sister
,
who
had
dropped
insensible
at
the
window
(
but
who
had
seen
the
fight
first
,
I
think
)
,
and
who
was
carried
into
the
house
and
laid
down
,
and
who
was
recommended
to
revive
,
and
would
do
nothing
but
struggle
and
clench
her
hands
in
Joe
’
s
hair
.
Then
,
came
that
singular
calm
and
silence
which
succeed
all
uproars
;
and
then
,
with
the
vague
sensation
which
I
have
always
connected
with
such
a
lull
—
namely
,
that
it
was
Sunday
,
and
somebody
was
dead
—
I
went
up
stairs
to
dress
myself
.
When
I
came
down
again
,
I
found
Joe
and
Orlick
sweeping
up
,
without
any
other
traces
of
discomposure
than
a
slit
in
one
of
Orlick
’
s
nostrils
,
which
was
neither
expressive
nor
ornamental
.
A
pot
of
beer
had
appeared
from
the
Jolly
Bargemen
,
and
they
were
sharing
it
by
turns
in
a
peaceable
manner
.
The
lull
had
a
sedative
and
philosophical
influence
on
Joe
,
who
followed
me
out
into
the
road
to
say
,
as
a
parting
observation
that
might
do
me
good
,
"
On
the
Rampage
,
Pip
,
and
off
the
Rampage
,
Pip
:
—
such
is
Life
!
"
With
what
absurd
emotions
(
for
we
think
the
feelings
that
are
very
serious
in
a
man
quite
comical
in
a
boy
)
I
found
myself
again
going
to
Miss
Havisham
’
s
,
matters
little
here
.
Nor
,
how
I
passed
and
repassed
the
gate
many
times
before
I
could
make
up
my
mind
to
ring
.
Nor
,
how
I
debated
whether
I
should
go
away
without
ringing
;
nor
,
how
I
should
undoubtedly
have
gone
,
if
my
time
had
been
my
own
,
to
come
back
.
Miss
Sarah
Pocket
came
to
the
gate
.
No
Estella
.
