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My
greatest
reassurance
was
that
he
was
coming
to
Barnard
’
s
Inn
,
not
to
Hammersmith
,
and
consequently
would
not
fall
in
Bentley
Drummle
’
s
way
.
I
had
little
objection
to
his
being
seen
by
Herbert
or
his
father
,
for
both
of
whom
I
had
a
respect
;
but
I
had
the
sharpest
sensitiveness
as
to
his
being
seen
by
Drummle
,
whom
I
held
in
contempt
.
So
,
throughout
life
,
our
worst
weaknesses
and
meannesses
are
usually
committed
for
the
sake
of
the
people
whom
we
most
despise
.
I
had
begun
to
be
always
decorating
the
chambers
in
some
quite
unnecessary
and
inappropriate
way
or
other
,
and
very
expensive
those
wrestles
with
Barnard
proved
to
be
.
By
this
time
,
the
rooms
were
vastly
different
from
what
I
had
found
them
,
and
I
enjoyed
the
honor
of
occupying
a
few
prominent
pages
in
the
books
of
a
neighboring
upholsterer
.
I
had
got
on
so
fast
of
late
,
that
I
had
even
started
a
boy
in
boots
—
top
boots
—
in
bondage
and
slavery
to
whom
I
might
have
been
said
to
pass
my
days
.
For
,
after
I
had
made
the
monster
(
out
of
the
refuse
of
my
washerwoman
’
s
family
)
,
and
had
clothed
him
with
a
blue
coat
,
canary
waistcoat
,
white
cravat
,
creamy
breeches
,
and
the
boots
already
mentioned
,
I
had
to
find
him
a
little
to
do
and
a
great
deal
to
eat
;
and
with
both
of
those
horrible
requirements
he
haunted
my
existence
.
This
avenging
phantom
was
ordered
to
be
on
duty
at
eight
on
Tuesday
morning
in
the
hall
,
(
it
was
two
feet
square
,
as
charged
for
floorcloth
,
)
and
Herbert
suggested
certain
things
for
breakfast
that
he
thought
Joe
would
like
.
While
I
felt
sincerely
obliged
to
him
for
being
so
interested
and
considerate
,
I
had
an
odd
half
-
provoked
sense
of
suspicion
upon
me
,
that
if
Joe
had
been
coming
to
see
him
,
he
wouldn
’
t
have
been
quite
so
brisk
about
it
.
However
,
I
came
into
town
on
the
Monday
night
to
be
ready
for
Joe
,
and
I
got
up
early
in
the
morning
,
and
caused
the
sitting
-
room
and
breakfast
-
table
to
assume
their
most
splendid
appearance
.
Unfortunately
the
morning
was
drizzly
,
and
an
angel
could
not
have
concealed
the
fact
that
Barnard
was
shedding
sooty
tears
outside
the
window
,
like
some
weak
giant
of
a
Sweep
.
As
the
time
approached
I
should
have
liked
to
run
away
,
but
the
Avenger
pursuant
to
orders
was
in
the
hall
,
and
presently
I
heard
Joe
on
the
staircase
.
I
knew
it
was
Joe
,
by
his
clumsy
manner
of
coming
up
stairs
—
his
state
boots
being
always
too
big
for
him
—
and
by
the
time
it
took
him
to
read
the
names
on
the
other
floors
in
the
course
of
his
ascent
.
When
at
last
he
stopped
outside
our
door
,
I
could
hear
his
finger
tracing
over
the
painted
letters
of
my
name
,
and
I
afterwards
distinctly
heard
him
breathing
in
at
the
keyhole
.
Finally
he
gave
a
faint
single
rap
,
and
Pepper
—
such
was
the
compromising
name
of
the
avenging
boy
—
announced
"
Mr
.
Gargery
!
"
I
thought
he
never
would
have
done
wiping
his
feet
,
and
that
I
must
have
gone
out
to
lift
him
off
the
mat
,
but
at
last
he
came
in
.
"
Joe
,
how
are
you
,
Joe
?
"
"
Pip
,
how
AIR
you
,
Pip
?
"
With
his
good
honest
face
all
glowing
and
shining
,
and
his
hat
put
down
on
the
floor
between
us
,
he
caught
both
my
hands
and
worked
them
straight
up
and
down
,
as
if
I
had
been
the
last
-
patented
Pump
.
"
I
am
glad
to
see
you
,
Joe
.
Give
me
your
hat
.
"
