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Again
and
again
and
again
,
my
sister
had
traced
upon
the
slate
,
a
character
that
looked
like
a
curious
T
,
and
then
with
the
utmost
eagerness
had
called
our
attention
to
it
as
something
she
particularly
wanted
.
I
had
in
vain
tried
everything
producible
that
began
with
a
T
,
from
tar
to
toast
and
tub
.
At
length
it
had
come
into
my
head
that
the
sign
looked
like
a
hammer
,
and
on
my
lustily
calling
that
word
in
my
sister
’
s
ear
,
she
had
begun
to
hammer
on
the
table
and
had
expressed
a
qualified
assent
.
Thereupon
,
I
had
brought
in
all
our
hammers
,
one
after
another
,
but
without
avail
.
Then
I
bethought
me
of
a
crutch
,
the
shape
being
much
the
same
,
and
I
borrowed
one
in
the
village
,
and
displayed
it
to
my
sister
with
considerable
confidence
.
But
she
shook
her
head
to
that
extent
when
she
was
shown
it
,
that
we
were
terrified
lest
in
her
weak
and
shattered
state
she
should
dislocate
her
neck
.
When
my
sister
found
that
Biddy
was
very
quick
to
understand
her
,
this
mysterious
sign
reappeared
on
the
slate
Biddy
looked
thoughtfully
at
it
,
heard
my
explanation
,
looked
thoughtfully
at
my
sister
,
looked
thoughtfully
at
Joe
(
who
was
always
represented
on
the
slate
by
his
initial
letter
)
,
and
ran
into
the
forge
,
followed
by
Joe
and
me
.
"
Why
,
of
course
!
"
cried
Biddy
,
with
an
exultant
face
.
"
Don
’
t
you
see
?
It
’
s
him
!
"
Orlick
,
without
a
doubt
!
She
had
lost
his
name
,
and
could
only
signify
him
by
his
hammer
.
We
told
him
why
we
wanted
him
to
come
into
the
kitchen
,
and
he
slowly
laid
down
his
hammer
,
wiped
his
brow
with
his
arm
,
took
another
wipe
at
it
with
his
apron
,
and
came
slouching
out
,
with
a
curious
loose
vagabond
bend
in
the
knees
that
strongly
distinguished
him
.
I
confess
that
I
expected
to
see
my
sister
denounce
him
,
and
that
I
was
disappointed
by
the
different
result
.
She
manifested
the
greatest
anxiety
to
be
on
good
terms
with
him
,
was
evidently
much
pleased
by
his
being
at
length
produced
,
and
motioned
that
she
would
have
him
given
something
to
drink
.
She
watched
his
countenance
as
if
she
were
particularly
wishful
to
be
assured
that
he
took
kindly
to
his
reception
,
she
showed
every
possible
desire
to
conciliate
him
,
and
there
was
an
air
of
humble
propitiation
in
all
she
did
,
such
as
I
have
seen
pervade
the
bearing
of
a
child
towards
a
hard
master
.
After
that
day
,
a
day
rarely
passed
without
her
drawing
the
hammer
on
her
slate
,
and
without
Orlick
’
s
slouching
in
and
standing
doggedly
before
her
,
as
if
he
knew
no
more
than
I
did
what
to
make
of
it
.
I
now
fell
into
a
regular
routine
of
apprenticeship
life
,
which
was
varied
beyond
the
limits
of
the
village
and
the
marshes
,
by
no
more
remarkable
circumstance
than
the
arrival
of
my
birthday
and
my
paying
another
visit
to
Miss
Havisham
.
I
found
Miss
Sarah
Pocket
still
on
duty
at
the
gate
;
I
found
Miss
Havisham
just
as
I
had
left
her
,
and
she
spoke
of
Estella
in
the
very
same
way
,
if
not
in
the
very
same
words
.
The
interview
lasted
but
a
few
minutes
,
and
she
gave
me
a
guinea
when
I
was
going
,
and
told
me
to
come
again
on
my
next
birthday
.
I
may
mention
at
once
that
this
became
an
annual
custom
.
I
tried
to
decline
taking
the
guinea
on
the
first
occasion
,
but
with
no
better
effect
than
causing
her
to
ask
me
very
angrily
,
if
I
expected
more
?
Then
,
and
after
that
,
I
took
it
.
So
unchanging
was
the
dull
old
house
,
the
yellow
light
in
the
darkened
room
,
the
faded
spectre
in
the
chair
by
the
dressing
-
table
glass
,
that
I
felt
as
if
the
stopping
of
the
clocks
had
stopped
Time
in
that
mysterious
place
,
and
,
while
I
and
everything
else
outside
it
grew
older
,
it
stood
still
.
Daylight
never
entered
the
house
as
to
my
thoughts
and
remembrances
of
it
,
any
more
than
as
to
the
actual
fact
.
It
bewildered
me
,
and
under
its
influence
I
continued
at
heart
to
hate
my
trade
and
to
be
ashamed
of
home
.
Imperceptibly
I
became
conscious
of
a
change
in
Biddy
,
however
.
Her
shoes
came
up
at
the
heel
,
her
hair
grew
bright
and
neat
,
her
hands
were
always
clean
.
She
was
not
beautiful
—
she
was
common
,
and
could
not
be
like
Estella
—
but
she
was
pleasant
and
wholesome
and
sweet
-
tempered
.
She
had
not
been
with
us
more
than
a
year
(
I
remember
her
being
newly
out
of
mourning
at
the
time
it
struck
me
)
,
when
I
observed
to
myself
one
evening
that
she
had
curiously
thoughtful
and
attentive
eyes
;
eyes
that
were
very
pretty
and
very
good
.
