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By
degrees
,
I
became
calm
enough
to
release
my
grasp
and
partake
of
pudding
.
Mr
.
Pumblechook
partook
of
pudding
.
All
partook
of
pudding
.
The
course
terminated
,
and
Mr
.
Pumblechook
had
begun
to
beam
under
the
genial
influence
of
gin
and
water
.
I
began
to
think
I
should
get
over
the
day
,
when
my
sister
said
to
Joe
,
"
Clean
plates
—
cold
.
"
I
clutched
the
leg
of
the
table
again
immediately
,
and
pressed
it
to
my
bosom
as
if
it
had
been
the
companion
of
my
youth
and
friend
of
my
soul
.
I
foresaw
what
was
coming
,
and
I
felt
that
this
time
I
really
was
gone
.
"
You
must
taste
,
"
said
my
sister
,
addressing
the
guests
with
her
best
grace
—
"
you
must
taste
,
to
finish
with
,
such
a
delightful
and
delicious
present
of
Uncle
Pumblechook
’
s
!
"
Must
they
!
Let
them
not
hope
to
taste
it
!
"
You
must
know
,
"
said
my
sister
,
rising
,
"
it
’
s
a
pie
;
a
savory
pork
pie
.
"
The
company
murmured
their
compliments
.
Uncle
Pumblechook
,
sensible
of
having
deserved
well
of
his
fellow
-
creatures
,
said
—
quite
vivaciously
,
all
things
considered
—
"
Well
,
Mrs
.
Joe
,
we
’
ll
do
our
best
endeavors
;
let
us
have
a
cut
at
this
same
pie
.
"
My
sister
went
out
to
get
it
.
I
heard
her
steps
proceed
to
the
pantry
.
I
saw
Mr
.
Pumblechook
balance
his
knife
.
I
saw
reawakening
appetite
in
the
Roman
nostrils
of
Mr
.
Wopsle
.
I
heard
Mr
.
Hubble
remark
that
"
a
bit
of
savory
pork
pie
would
lay
atop
of
anything
you
could
mention
,
and
do
no
harm
,
"
and
I
heard
Joe
say
,
"
You
shall
have
some
,
Pip
"
I
have
never
been
absolutely
certain
whether
I
uttered
a
shrill
yell
of
terror
,
merely
in
spirit
,
or
in
the
bodily
hearing
of
the
company
.
I
felt
that
I
could
bear
no
more
,
and
that
I
must
run
away
.
I
released
the
leg
of
the
table
,
and
ran
for
my
life
.
But
I
ran
no
farther
than
the
house
door
,
for
there
I
ran
head
–
foremost
into
a
party
of
soldiers
with
their
muskets
,
one
of
whom
held
out
a
pair
of
handcuffs
to
me
,
saying
,
"
Here
you
are
,
look
sharp
,
come
on
!
"
The
apparition
of
a
file
of
soldiers
ringing
down
the
but
-
ends
of
their
loaded
muskets
on
our
door
-
step
,
caused
the
dinner
-
party
to
rise
from
table
in
confusion
,
and
caused
Mrs
.
Joe
re
-
entering
the
kitchen
empty
-
handed
,
to
stop
short
and
stare
,
in
her
wondering
lament
of
"
Gracious
goodness
gracious
me
,
what
’
s
gone
—
with
the
—
pie
!
"
