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"
Never
too
soon
,
sir
,
"
said
Joe
,
"
and
never
too
often
,
Pip
!
"
Biddy
was
waiting
for
me
at
the
kitchen
door
,
with
a
mug
of
new
milk
and
a
crust
of
bread
.
"
Biddy
,
"
said
I
,
when
I
gave
her
my
hand
at
parting
,
"
I
am
not
angry
,
but
I
am
hurt
.
"
"
No
,
don
’
t
be
hurt
,
"
she
pleaded
quite
pathetically
;
"
let
only
me
be
hurt
,
if
I
have
been
ungenerous
.
"
Once
more
,
the
mists
were
rising
as
I
walked
away
.
If
they
disclosed
to
me
,
as
I
suspect
they
did
,
that
I
should
not
come
back
,
and
that
Biddy
was
quite
right
,
all
I
can
say
is
—
they
were
quite
right
too
.
Herbert
and
I
went
on
from
bad
to
worse
,
in
the
way
of
increasing
our
debts
,
looking
into
our
affairs
,
leaving
Margins
,
and
the
like
exemplary
transactions
;
and
Time
went
on
,
whether
or
no
,
as
he
has
a
way
of
doing
;
and
I
came
of
age
—
in
fulfilment
of
Herbert
’
s
prediction
,
that
I
should
do
so
before
I
knew
where
I
was
.
Herbert
himself
had
come
of
age
eight
months
before
me
.
As
he
had
nothing
else
than
his
majority
to
come
into
,
the
event
did
not
make
a
profound
sensation
in
Barnard
’
s
Inn
.
But
we
had
looked
forward
to
my
one
-
and
-
twentieth
birthday
,
with
a
crowd
of
speculations
and
anticipations
,
for
we
had
both
considered
that
my
guardian
could
hardly
help
saying
something
definite
on
that
occasion
.
I
had
taken
care
to
have
it
well
understood
in
Little
Britain
when
my
birthday
was
.
On
the
day
before
it
,
I
received
an
official
note
from
Wemmick
,
informing
me
that
Mr
.
Jaggers
would
be
glad
if
I
would
call
upon
him
at
five
in
the
afternoon
of
the
auspicious
day
.
This
convinced
us
that
something
great
was
to
happen
,
and
threw
me
into
an
unusual
flutter
when
I
repaired
to
my
guardian
’
s
office
,
a
model
of
punctuality
.
In
the
outer
office
Wemmick
offered
me
his
congratulations
,
and
incidentally
rubbed
the
side
of
his
nose
with
a
folded
piece
of
tissue
-
paper
that
I
liked
the
look
of
.
But
he
said
nothing
respecting
it
,
and
motioned
me
with
a
nod
into
my
guardian
’
s
room
.
It
was
November
,
and
my
guardian
was
standing
before
his
fire
leaning
his
back
against
the
chimney
-
piece
,
with
his
hands
under
his
coattails
.
"
Well
,
Pip
,
"
said
he
,
"
I
must
call
you
Mr
.
Pip
to
-
day
.
Congratulations
,
Mr
.
Pip
.
"
We
shook
hands
—
he
was
always
a
remarkably
short
shaker
—
and
I
thanked
him
.
