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"
You
are
right
,
"
he
returned
.
"
You
hit
the
nail
on
the
head
.
Mr
.
Pip
,
I
’
ll
put
on
my
considering
-
cap
,
and
I
think
all
you
want
to
do
may
be
done
by
degrees
.
Skiffins
(
that
’
s
her
brother
)
is
an
accountant
and
agent
.
I
’
ll
look
him
up
and
go
to
work
for
you
.
"
"
I
thank
you
ten
thousand
times
.
"
"
On
the
contrary
,
"
said
he
,
"
I
thank
you
,
for
though
we
are
strictly
in
our
private
and
personal
capacity
,
still
it
may
be
mentioned
that
there
are
Newgate
cobwebs
about
,
and
it
brushes
them
away
.
"
After
a
little
further
conversation
to
the
same
effect
,
we
returned
into
the
Castle
where
we
found
Miss
Skiffins
preparing
tea
.
The
responsible
duty
of
making
the
toast
was
delegated
to
the
Aged
,
and
that
excellent
old
gentleman
was
so
intent
upon
it
that
he
seemed
to
me
in
some
danger
of
melting
his
eyes
.
It
was
no
nominal
meal
that
we
were
going
to
make
,
but
a
vigorous
reality
.
The
Aged
prepared
such
a
hay
-
stack
of
buttered
toast
,
that
I
could
scarcely
see
him
over
it
as
it
simmered
on
an
iron
stand
hooked
on
to
the
top
-
bar
;
while
Miss
Skiffins
brewed
such
a
jorum
of
tea
,
that
the
pig
in
the
back
premises
became
strongly
excited
,
and
repeatedly
expressed
his
desire
to
participate
in
the
entertainment
.
The
flag
had
been
struck
,
and
the
gun
had
been
fired
,
at
the
right
moment
of
time
,
and
I
felt
as
snugly
cut
off
from
the
rest
of
Walworth
as
if
the
moat
were
thirty
feet
wide
by
as
many
deep
.
Nothing
disturbed
the
tranquillity
of
the
Castle
,
but
the
occasional
tumbling
open
of
John
and
Miss
Skiffins
:
which
little
doors
were
a
prey
to
some
spasmodic
infirmity
that
made
me
sympathetically
uncomfortable
until
I
got
used
to
it
.
I
inferred
from
the
methodical
nature
of
Miss
Skiffins
’
s
arrangements
that
she
made
tea
there
every
Sunday
night
;
and
I
rather
suspected
that
a
classic
brooch
she
wore
,
representing
the
profile
of
an
undesirable
female
with
a
very
straight
nose
and
a
very
new
moon
,
was
a
piece
of
portable
property
that
had
been
given
her
by
Wemmick
.
We
ate
the
whole
of
the
toast
,
and
drank
tea
in
proportion
,
and
it
was
delightful
to
see
how
warm
and
greasy
we
all
got
after
it
.
The
Aged
especially
,
might
have
passed
for
some
clean
old
chief
of
a
savage
tribe
,
just
oiled
.
After
a
short
pause
of
repose
,
Miss
Skiffins
—
in
the
absence
of
the
little
servant
who
,
it
seemed
,
retired
to
the
bosom
of
her
family
on
Sunday
afternoons
—
washed
up
the
tea
-
things
,
in
a
trifling
lady
-
like
amateur
manner
that
compromised
none
of
us
.
Then
,
she
put
on
her
gloves
again
,
and
we
drew
round
the
fire
,
and
Wemmick
said
,
"
Now
,
Aged
Parent
,
tip
us
the
paper
.
"
Wemmick
explained
to
me
while
the
Aged
got
his
spectacles
out
,
that
this
was
according
to
custom
,
and
that
it
gave
the
old
gentleman
infinite
satisfaction
to
read
the
news
aloud
.
"
I
won
’
t
offer
an
apology
,
"
said
Wemmick
,
"
for
he
isn
’
t
capable
of
many
pleasures
—
are
you
,
Aged
P
.
?
"
"
All
right
,
John
,
all
right
,
"
returned
the
old
man
,
seeing
himself
spoken
to
.
