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There
,
I
was
roused
by
Mr
.
Pumblechook
’
s
hailing
me
.
He
was
a
long
way
down
the
sunny
street
,
and
was
making
expressive
gestures
for
me
to
stop
.
I
stopped
,
and
he
came
up
breathless
.
"
No
,
my
dear
friend
,
"
said
he
,
when
he
had
recovered
wind
for
speech
.
"
Not
if
I
can
help
it
.
This
occasion
shall
not
entirely
pass
without
that
affability
on
your
part
.
—
May
I
,
as
an
old
friend
and
well
-
wisher
?
May
I
?
"
We
shook
hands
for
the
hundredth
time
at
least
,
and
he
ordered
a
young
carter
out
of
my
way
with
the
greatest
indignation
.
Then
,
he
blessed
me
and
stood
waving
his
hand
to
me
until
I
had
passed
the
crook
in
the
road
;
and
then
I
turned
into
a
field
and
had
a
long
nap
under
a
hedge
before
I
pursued
my
way
home
.
I
had
scant
luggage
to
take
with
me
to
London
,
for
little
of
the
little
I
possessed
was
adapted
to
my
new
station
.
But
I
began
packing
that
same
afternoon
,
and
wildly
packed
up
things
that
I
knew
I
should
want
next
morning
,
in
a
fiction
that
there
was
not
a
moment
to
be
lost
.
So
,
Tuesday
,
Wednesday
,
and
Thursday
,
passed
;
and
on
Friday
morning
I
went
to
Mr
.
Pumblechook
’
s
,
to
put
on
my
new
clothes
and
pay
my
visit
to
Miss
Havisham
.
Mr
.
Pumblechook
’
s
own
room
was
given
up
to
me
to
dress
in
,
and
was
decorated
with
clean
towels
expressly
for
the
event
.
My
clothes
were
rather
a
disappointment
,
of
course
.
Probably
every
new
and
eagerly
expected
garment
ever
put
on
since
clothes
came
in
,
fell
a
trifle
short
of
the
wearer
’
s
expectation
.
But
after
I
had
had
my
new
suit
on
some
half
an
hour
,
and
had
gone
through
an
immensity
of
posturing
with
Mr
.
Pumblechook
’
s
very
limited
dressing
-
glass
,
in
the
futile
endeavor
to
see
my
legs
,
it
seemed
to
fit
me
better
.
It
being
market
morning
at
a
neighboring
town
some
ten
miles
off
,
Mr
.
Pumblechook
was
not
at
home
.
I
had
not
told
him
exactly
when
I
meant
to
leave
,
and
was
not
likely
to
shake
hands
with
him
again
before
departing
.
This
was
all
as
it
should
be
,
and
I
went
out
in
my
new
array
,
fearfully
ashamed
of
having
to
pass
the
shopman
,
and
suspicious
after
all
that
I
was
at
a
personal
disadvantage
,
something
like
Joe
’
s
in
his
Sunday
suit
.
I
went
circuitously
to
Miss
Havisham
’
s
by
all
the
back
ways
,
and
rang
at
the
bell
constrainedly
,
on
account
of
the
stiff
long
fingers
of
my
gloves
.
Sarah
Pocket
came
to
the
gate
,
and
positively
reeled
back
when
she
saw
me
so
changed
;
her
walnut
-
shell
countenance
likewise
turned
from
brown
to
green
and
yellow
.
"
You
?
"
said
she
.
"
You
?
Good
gracious
!
What
do
you
want
?
"
"
I
am
going
to
London
,
Miss
Pocket
,
"
said
I
,
"
and
want
to
say
good
by
to
Miss
Havisham
.
"
I
was
not
expected
,
for
she
left
me
locked
in
the
yard
,
while
she
went
to
ask
if
I
were
to
be
admitted
.
After
a
very
short
delay
,
she
returned
and
took
me
up
,
staring
at
me
all
the
way
.
