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This
was
first
put
into
my
head
by
his
seeing
a
shoot
that
had
come
up
in
the
night
,
and
saying
,
"
What
,
Captain
Tom
?
Are
you
there
?
Ah
,
indeed
!
"
and
also
,
"
Is
that
Black
Bill
behind
the
cistern
?
Why
I
didn
’
t
look
for
you
these
two
months
;
how
do
you
find
yourself
?
"
Equally
in
his
stopping
at
the
bars
and
attending
to
anxious
whisperers
—
always
singly
—
Wemmick
with
his
post
-
office
in
an
immovable
state
,
looked
at
them
while
in
conference
,
as
if
he
were
taking
particular
notice
of
the
advance
they
had
made
,
since
last
observed
,
towards
coming
out
in
full
blow
at
their
trial
.
He
was
highly
popular
,
and
I
found
that
he
took
the
familiar
department
of
Mr
.
Jaggers
’
s
business
;
though
something
of
the
state
of
Mr
.
Jaggers
hung
about
him
too
,
forbidding
approach
beyond
certain
limits
.
His
personal
recognition
of
each
successive
client
was
comprised
in
a
nod
,
and
in
his
settling
his
hat
a
little
easier
on
his
head
with
both
hands
,
and
then
tightening
the
post
-
office
,
and
putting
his
hands
in
his
pockets
.
In
one
or
two
instances
there
was
a
difficulty
respecting
the
raising
of
fees
,
and
then
Mr
.
Wemmick
,
backing
as
far
as
possible
from
the
insufficient
money
produced
,
said
,
"
it
’
s
no
use
,
my
boy
.
I
’
m
only
a
subordinate
.
I
can
’
t
take
it
.
Don
’
t
go
on
in
that
way
with
a
subordinate
.
If
you
are
unable
to
make
up
your
quantum
,
my
boy
,
you
had
better
address
yourself
to
a
principal
;
there
are
plenty
of
principals
in
the
profession
,
you
know
,
and
what
is
not
worth
the
while
of
one
,
may
be
worth
the
while
of
another
;
that
’
s
my
recommendation
to
you
,
speaking
as
a
subordinate
.
Don
’
t
try
on
useless
measures
.
Why
should
you
?
Now
,
who
’
s
next
?
"
Thus
,
we
walked
through
Wemmick
’
s
greenhouse
,
until
he
turned
to
me
and
said
,
"
Notice
the
man
I
shall
shake
hands
with
.
"
I
should
have
done
so
,
without
the
preparation
,
as
he
had
shaken
hands
with
no
one
yet
.
Almost
as
soon
as
he
had
spoken
,
a
portly
upright
man
(
whom
I
can
see
now
,
as
I
write
)
in
a
well
-
worn
olive
-
colored
frock
-
coat
,
with
a
peculiar
pallor
overspreading
the
red
in
his
complexion
,
and
eyes
that
went
wandering
about
when
he
tried
to
fix
them
,
came
up
to
a
corner
of
the
bars
,
and
put
his
hand
to
his
hat
—
which
had
a
greasy
and
fatty
surface
like
cold
broth
—
with
a
half
-
serious
and
half
-
jocose
military
salute
.
"
Colonel
,
to
you
!
"
said
Wemmick
;
"
how
are
you
,
Colonel
?
"
"
All
right
,
Mr
.
Wemmick
.
"
"
Everything
was
done
that
could
be
done
,
but
the
evidence
was
too
strong
for
us
,
Colonel
.
"
"
Yes
,
it
was
too
strong
,
sir
—
but
I
don
’
t
care
.
"
"
No
,
no
,
"
said
Wemmick
,
coolly
,
"
you
don
’
t
care
.
"
Then
,
turning
to
me
,
"
Served
His
Majesty
this
man
.
Was
a
soldier
in
the
line
and
bought
his
discharge
.
