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"
To
the
office
?
"
said
I
,
for
he
was
tending
in
that
direction
.
"
Next
thing
to
it
,
"
returned
Wemmick
,
"
I
am
going
to
Newgate
.
We
are
in
a
banker
’
s
-
parcel
case
just
at
present
,
and
I
have
been
down
the
road
taking
a
squint
at
the
scene
of
action
,
and
thereupon
must
have
a
word
or
two
with
our
client
.
"
"
Did
your
client
commit
the
robbery
?
"
I
asked
.
"
Bless
your
soul
and
body
,
no
,
"
answered
Wemmick
,
very
drily
.
"
But
he
is
accused
of
it
.
So
might
you
or
I
be
.
Either
of
us
might
be
accused
of
it
,
you
know
.
"
"
Only
neither
of
us
is
,
"
I
remarked
.
"
Yah
!
"
said
Wemmick
,
touching
me
on
the
breast
with
his
forefinger
;
"
you
’
re
a
deep
one
,
Mr
.
Pip
!
Would
you
like
to
have
a
look
at
Newgate
?
Have
you
time
to
spare
?
"
I
had
so
much
time
to
spare
,
that
the
proposal
came
as
a
relief
,
notwithstanding
its
irreconcilability
with
my
latent
desire
to
keep
my
eye
on
the
coach
-
office
.
Muttering
that
I
would
make
the
inquiry
whether
I
had
time
to
walk
with
him
,
I
went
into
the
office
,
and
ascertained
from
the
clerk
with
the
nicest
precision
and
much
to
the
trying
of
his
temper
,
the
earliest
moment
at
which
the
coach
could
be
expected
—
which
I
knew
beforehand
,
quite
as
well
as
he
.
I
then
rejoined
Mr
.
Wemmick
,
and
affecting
to
consult
my
watch
,
and
to
be
surprised
by
the
information
I
had
received
,
accepted
his
offer
.
We
were
at
Newgate
in
a
few
minutes
,
and
we
passed
through
the
lodge
where
some
fetters
were
hanging
up
on
the
bare
walls
among
the
prison
rules
,
into
the
interior
of
the
jail
.
At
that
time
jails
were
much
neglected
,
and
the
period
of
exaggerated
reaction
consequent
on
all
public
wrongdoing
—
and
which
is
always
its
heaviest
and
longest
punishment
—
was
still
far
off
.
So
felons
were
not
lodged
and
fed
better
than
soldiers
,
(
to
say
nothing
of
paupers
,
)
and
seldom
set
fire
to
their
prisons
with
the
excusable
object
of
improving
the
flavor
of
their
soup
.
It
was
visiting
time
when
Wemmick
took
me
in
,
and
a
potman
was
going
his
rounds
with
beer
;
and
the
prisoners
,
behind
bars
in
yards
,
were
buying
beer
,
and
talking
to
friends
;
and
a
frowzy
,
ugly
,
disorderly
,
depressing
scene
it
was
.
It
struck
me
that
Wemmick
walked
among
the
prisoners
much
as
a
gardener
might
walk
among
his
plants
.
