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The
window
indicated
was
the
office
window
.
We
all
three
went
to
it
,
behind
the
wire
blind
,
and
presently
saw
the
client
go
by
in
an
accidental
manner
,
with
a
murderous
-
looking
tall
individual
,
in
a
short
suit
of
white
linen
and
a
paper
cap
.
This
guileless
confectioner
was
not
by
any
means
sober
,
and
had
a
black
eye
in
the
green
stage
of
recovery
,
which
was
painted
over
.
"
Tell
him
to
take
his
witness
away
directly
,
"
said
my
guardian
to
the
clerk
,
in
extreme
disgust
,
"
and
ask
him
what
he
means
by
bringing
such
a
fellow
as
that
.
"
My
guardian
then
took
me
into
his
own
room
,
and
while
he
lunched
,
standing
,
from
a
sandwich
-
box
and
a
pocket
-
flask
of
sherry
(
he
seemed
to
bully
his
very
sandwich
as
he
ate
it
)
,
informed
me
what
arrangements
he
had
made
for
me
.
I
was
to
go
to
"
Barnard
’
s
Inn
,
"
to
young
Mr
.
Pocket
’
s
rooms
,
where
a
bed
had
been
sent
in
for
my
accommodation
;
I
was
to
remain
with
young
Mr
.
Pocket
until
Monday
;
on
Monday
I
was
to
go
with
him
to
his
father
’
s
house
on
a
visit
,
that
I
might
try
how
I
liked
it
.
Also
,
I
was
told
what
my
allowance
was
to
be
—
it
was
a
very
liberal
one
—
and
had
handed
to
me
from
one
of
my
guardian
’
s
drawers
,
the
cards
of
certain
tradesmen
with
whom
I
was
to
deal
for
all
kinds
of
clothes
,
and
such
other
things
as
I
could
in
reason
want
.
"
You
will
find
your
credit
good
,
Mr
Pip
,
"
said
my
guardian
,
whose
flask
of
sherry
smelt
like
a
whole
caskful
,
as
he
hastily
refreshed
himself
,
"
but
I
shall
by
this
means
be
able
to
check
your
bills
,
and
to
pull
you
up
if
I
find
you
outrunning
the
constable
.
Of
course
you
’
ll
go
wrong
somehow
,
but
that
’
s
no
fault
of
mine
.
"
After
I
had
pondered
a
little
over
this
encouraging
sentiment
,
I
asked
Mr
.
Jaggers
if
I
could
send
for
a
coach
?
He
said
it
was
not
worth
while
,
I
was
so
near
my
destination
;
Wemmick
should
walk
round
with
me
,
if
I
pleased
.
I
then
found
that
Wemmick
was
the
clerk
in
the
next
room
.
Another
clerk
was
rung
down
from
up
stairs
to
take
his
place
while
he
was
out
,
and
I
accompanied
him
into
the
street
,
after
shaking
hands
with
my
guardian
.
We
found
a
new
set
of
people
lingering
outside
,
but
Wemmick
made
a
way
among
them
by
saying
coolly
yet
decisively
,
"
I
tell
you
it
’
s
no
use
;
he
won
’
t
have
a
word
to
say
to
one
of
you
;
"
and
we
soon
got
clear
of
them
,
and
went
on
side
by
side
.
Casting
my
eyes
on
Mr
.
Wemmick
as
we
went
along
,
to
see
what
he
was
like
in
the
light
of
day
,
I
found
him
to
be
a
dry
man
,
rather
short
in
stature
,
with
a
square
wooden
face
,
whose
expression
seemed
to
have
been
imperfectly
chipped
out
with
a
dull
-
edged
chisel
.
There
were
some
marks
in
it
that
might
have
been
dimples
,
if
the
material
had
been
softer
and
the
instrument
finer
,
but
which
,
as
it
was
,
were
only
dints
.
The
chisel
had
made
three
or
four
of
these
attempts
at
embellishment
over
his
nose
,
but
had
given
them
up
without
an
effort
to
smooth
them
off
.
I
judged
him
to
be
a
bachelor
from
the
frayed
condition
of
his
linen
,
and
he
appeared
to
have
sustained
a
good
many
bereavements
;
for
he
wore
at
least
four
mourning
rings
,
besides
a
brooch
representing
a
lady
and
a
weeping
willow
at
a
tomb
with
an
urn
on
it
.
I
noticed
,
too
,
that
several
rings
and
seals
hung
at
his
watch
-
chain
,
as
if
he
were
quite
laden
with
remembrances
of
departed
friends
.
He
had
glittering
eyes
—
small
,
keen
,
and
black
—
and
thin
wide
mottled
lips
.
He
had
had
them
,
to
the
best
of
my
belief
,
from
forty
to
fifty
years
.
"
So
you
were
never
in
London
before
?
"
said
Mr
.
Wemmick
to
me
.
"
No
,
"
said
I
.
"
I
was
new
here
once
,
"
said
Mr
.
Wemmick
.
"
Rum
to
think
of
now
!
"
