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"
Pretty
nigh
,
old
chap
.
For
,
as
I
says
to
Biddy
when
the
news
of
your
being
ill
were
brought
by
letter
,
which
it
were
brought
by
the
post
,
and
being
formerly
single
he
is
now
married
though
underpaid
for
a
deal
of
walking
and
shoe
-
leather
,
but
wealth
were
not
a
object
on
his
part
,
and
marriage
were
the
great
wish
of
his
hart
—
"
"
It
is
so
delightful
to
hear
you
,
Joe
!
But
I
interrupt
you
in
what
you
said
to
Biddy
.
"
"
Which
it
were
,
"
said
Joe
,
"
that
how
you
might
be
amongst
strangers
,
and
that
how
you
and
me
having
been
ever
friends
,
a
wisit
at
such
a
moment
might
not
prove
unacceptabobble
.
And
Biddy
,
her
word
were
,
‘
Go
to
him
,
without
loss
of
time
.
’
That
,
"
said
Joe
,
summing
up
with
his
judicial
air
,
"
were
the
word
of
Biddy
.
‘
Go
to
him
,
’
Biddy
say
,
‘
without
loss
of
time
.
’
In
short
,
I
shouldn
’
t
greatly
deceive
you
,
"
Joe
added
,
after
a
little
grave
reflection
,
"
if
I
represented
to
you
that
the
word
of
that
young
woman
were
,
‘
without
a
minute
’
s
loss
of
time
.
’
"
There
Joe
cut
himself
short
,
and
informed
me
that
I
was
to
be
talked
to
in
great
moderation
,
and
that
I
was
to
take
a
little
nourishment
at
stated
frequent
times
,
whether
I
felt
inclined
for
it
or
not
,
and
that
I
was
to
submit
myself
to
all
his
orders
.
So
I
kissed
his
hand
,
and
lay
quiet
,
while
he
proceeded
to
indite
a
note
to
Biddy
,
with
my
love
in
it
.
Evidently
Biddy
had
taught
Joe
to
write
.
As
I
lay
in
bed
looking
at
him
,
it
made
me
,
in
my
weak
state
,
cry
again
with
pleasure
to
see
the
pride
with
which
he
set
about
his
letter
.
My
bedstead
,
divested
of
its
curtains
,
had
been
removed
,
with
me
upon
it
,
into
the
sitting
-
room
,
as
the
airiest
and
largest
,
and
the
carpet
had
been
taken
away
,
and
the
room
kept
always
fresh
and
wholesome
night
and
day
.
At
my
own
writing
-
table
,
pushed
into
a
corner
and
cumbered
with
little
bottles
,
Joe
now
sat
down
to
his
great
work
,
first
choosing
a
pen
from
the
pen
-
tray
as
if
it
were
a
chest
of
large
tools
,
and
tucking
up
his
sleeves
as
if
he
were
going
to
wield
a
crow
-
bar
or
sledgehammer
.
It
was
necessary
for
Joe
to
hold
on
heavily
to
the
table
with
his
left
elbow
,
and
to
get
his
right
leg
well
out
behind
him
,
before
he
could
begin
;
and
when
he
did
begin
he
made
every
down
-
stroke
so
slowly
that
it
might
have
been
six
feet
long
,
while
at
every
up
-
stroke
I
could
hear
his
pen
spluttering
extensively
.
He
had
a
curious
idea
that
the
inkstand
was
on
the
side
of
him
where
it
was
not
,
and
constantly
dipped
his
pen
into
space
,
and
seemed
quite
satisfied
with
the
result
.
Occasionally
,
he
was
tripped
up
by
some
orthographical
stumbling
-
block
;
but
on
the
whole
he
got
on
very
well
indeed
;
and
when
he
had
signed
his
name
,
and
had
removed
a
finishing
blot
from
the
paper
to
the
crown
of
his
head
with
his
two
forefingers
,
he
got
up
and
hovered
about
the
table
,
trying
the
effect
of
his
performance
from
various
points
of
view
,
as
it
lay
there
,
with
unbounded
satisfaction
.
Not
to
make
Joe
uneasy
by
talking
too
much
,
even
if
I
had
been
able
to
talk
much
,
I
deferred
asking
him
about
Miss
Havisham
until
next
day
.
He
shook
his
head
when
I
then
asked
him
if
she
had
recovered
.
"
Is
she
dead
,
Joe
?
"
"
Why
you
see
,
old
chap
,
"
said
Joe
,
in
a
tone
of
remonstrance
,
and
by
way
of
getting
at
it
by
degrees
,
"
I
wouldn
’
t
go
so
far
as
to
say
that
,
for
that
’
s
a
deal
to
say
;
but
she
ain
’
t
—
"
