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"
You
’
re
as
proud
of
it
as
Punch
;
ain
’
t
you
,
Aged
?
"
said
Wemmick
,
contemplating
the
old
man
,
with
his
hard
face
really
softened
;
"
there
’
s
a
nod
for
you
;
"
giving
him
a
tremendous
one
;
"
there
’
s
another
for
you
;
"
giving
him
a
still
more
tremendous
one
;
"
you
like
that
,
don
’
t
you
?
If
you
’
re
not
tired
,
Mr
.
Pip
—
though
I
know
it
’
s
tiring
to
strangers
—
will
you
tip
him
one
more
?
You
can
’
t
think
how
it
pleases
him
.
"
I
tipped
him
several
more
,
and
he
was
in
great
spirits
.
We
left
him
bestirring
himself
to
feed
the
fowls
,
and
we
sat
down
to
our
punch
in
the
arbor
;
where
Wemmick
told
me
,
as
he
smoked
a
pipe
,
that
it
had
taken
him
a
good
many
years
to
bring
the
property
up
to
its
present
pitch
of
perfection
.
"
Is
it
your
own
,
Mr
.
Wemmick
?
"
"
O
yes
,
"
said
Wemmick
,
"
I
have
got
hold
of
it
,
a
bit
at
a
time
.
It
’
s
a
freehold
,
by
George
!
"
"
Is
it
indeed
?
I
hope
Mr
.
Jaggers
admires
it
?
"
"
Never
seen
it
,
"
said
Wemmick
.
"
Never
heard
of
it
.
Never
seen
the
Aged
.
Never
heard
of
him
.
No
;
the
office
is
one
thing
,
and
private
life
is
another
.
When
I
go
into
the
office
,
I
leave
the
Castle
behind
me
,
and
when
I
come
into
the
Castle
,
I
leave
the
office
behind
me
.
If
it
’
s
not
in
any
way
disagreeable
to
you
,
you
’
ll
oblige
me
by
doing
the
same
.
I
don
’
t
wish
it
professionally
spoken
about
.
"
Of
course
I
felt
my
good
faith
involved
in
the
observance
of
his
request
.
The
punch
being
very
nice
,
we
sat
there
drinking
it
and
talking
,
until
it
was
almost
nine
o
’
clock
.
"
Getting
near
gun
-
fire
,
"
said
Wemmick
then
,
as
he
laid
down
his
pipe
;
"
it
’
s
the
Aged
’
s
treat
.
"
Proceeding
into
the
Castle
again
,
we
found
the
Aged
heating
the
poker
,
with
expectant
eyes
,
as
a
preliminary
to
the
performance
of
this
great
nightly
ceremony
.
Wemmick
stood
with
his
watch
in
his
hand
until
the
moment
was
come
for
him
to
take
the
red
-
hot
poker
from
the
Aged
,
and
repair
to
the
battery
.
He
took
it
,
and
went
out
,
and
presently
the
Stinger
went
off
with
a
Bang
that
shook
the
crazy
little
box
of
a
cottage
as
if
it
must
fall
to
pieces
,
and
made
every
glass
and
teacup
in
it
ring
.
Upon
this
,
the
Aged
—
who
I
believe
would
have
been
blown
out
of
his
arm
-
chair
but
for
holding
on
by
the
elbows
—
cried
out
exultingly
,
"
He
’
s
fired
!
I
heerd
him
!
"
and
I
nodded
at
the
old
gentleman
until
it
is
no
figure
of
speech
to
declare
that
I
absolutely
could
not
see
him
.
The
interval
between
that
time
and
supper
Wemmick
devoted
to
showing
me
his
collection
of
curiosities
.
They
were
mostly
of
a
felonious
character
;
comprising
the
pen
with
which
a
celebrated
forgery
had
been
committed
,
a
distinguished
razor
or
two
,
some
locks
of
hair
,
and
several
manuscript
confessions
written
under
condemnation
—
upon
which
Mr
.
Wemmick
set
particular
value
as
being
,
to
use
his
own
words
,
"
every
one
of
’
em
Lies
,
sir
.
