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When
we
had
shaken
hands
and
he
was
gone
,
I
opened
the
staircase
window
and
had
nearly
beheaded
myself
,
for
,
the
lines
had
rotted
away
,
and
it
came
down
like
the
guillotine
.
Happily
it
was
so
quick
that
I
had
not
put
my
head
out
.
After
this
escape
,
I
was
content
to
take
a
foggy
view
of
the
Inn
through
the
window
’
s
encrusting
dirt
,
and
to
stand
dolefully
looking
out
,
saying
to
myself
that
London
was
decidedly
overrated
.
Mr
.
Pocket
,
Junior
’
s
,
idea
of
Shortly
was
not
mine
,
for
I
had
nearly
maddened
myself
with
looking
out
for
half
an
hour
,
and
had
written
my
name
with
my
finger
several
times
in
the
dirt
of
every
pane
in
the
window
,
before
I
heard
footsteps
on
the
stairs
.
Gradually
there
arose
before
me
the
hat
,
head
,
neckcloth
,
waistcoat
,
trousers
,
boots
,
of
a
member
of
society
of
about
my
own
standing
.
He
had
a
paper
-
bag
under
each
arm
and
a
pottle
of
strawberries
in
one
hand
,
and
was
out
of
breath
.
"
Mr
.
Pip
?
"
said
he
.
"
Mr
.
Pocket
?
"
said
I
.
"
Dear
me
!
"
he
exclaimed
.
"
I
am
extremely
sorry
;
but
I
knew
there
was
a
coach
from
your
part
of
the
country
at
midday
,
and
I
thought
you
would
come
by
that
one
.
The
fact
is
,
I
have
been
out
on
your
account
—
not
that
that
is
any
excuse
—
for
I
thought
,
coming
from
the
country
,
you
might
like
a
little
fruit
after
dinner
,
and
I
went
to
Covent
Garden
Market
to
get
it
good
.
"
For
a
reason
that
I
had
,
I
felt
as
if
my
eyes
would
start
out
of
my
head
.
I
acknowledged
his
attention
incoherently
,
and
began
to
think
this
was
a
dream
.
"
Dear
me
!
"
said
Mr
.
Pocket
,
Junior
.
"
This
door
sticks
so
!
"
As
he
was
fast
making
jam
of
his
fruit
by
wrestling
with
the
door
while
the
paper
-
bags
were
under
his
arms
,
I
begged
him
to
allow
me
to
hold
them
.
He
relinquished
them
with
an
agreeable
smile
,
and
combated
with
the
door
as
if
it
were
a
wild
beast
.
It
yielded
so
suddenly
at
last
,
that
he
staggered
back
upon
me
,
and
I
staggered
back
upon
the
opposite
door
,
and
we
both
laughed
.
But
still
I
felt
as
if
my
eyes
must
start
out
of
my
head
,
and
as
if
this
must
be
a
dream
.
"
Pray
come
in
,
"
said
Mr
.
Pocket
,
Junior
.
"
Allow
me
to
lead
the
way
.
I
am
rather
bare
here
,
but
I
hope
you
’
ll
be
able
to
make
out
tolerably
well
till
Monday
.
My
father
thought
you
would
get
on
more
agreeably
through
to
-
morrow
with
me
than
with
him
,
and
might
like
to
take
a
walk
about
London
.
I
am
sure
I
shall
be
very
happy
to
show
London
to
you
.
As
to
our
table
,
you
won
’
t
find
that
bad
,
I
hope
,
for
it
will
be
supplied
from
our
coffee
-
house
here
,
and
(
it
is
only
right
I
should
add
)
at
your
expense
,
such
being
Mr
.
Jaggers
’
s
directions
