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I
looked
as
grateful
as
any
boy
possibly
could
,
who
was
wholly
uninformed
why
he
ought
to
assume
that
expression
.
"
It
’
s
only
to
be
hoped
,
"
said
my
sister
,
"
that
he
won
’
t
be
Pompeyed
.
But
I
have
my
fears
.
"
"
She
ain
’
t
in
that
line
,
Mum
,
"
said
Mr
.
Pumblechook
.
"
She
knows
better
.
"
She
?
I
looked
at
Joe
,
making
the
motion
with
my
lips
and
eyebrows
,
"
She
?
"
Joe
looked
at
me
,
making
the
motion
with
his
lips
and
eyebrows
,
"
She
?
"
My
sister
catching
him
in
the
act
,
he
drew
the
back
of
his
hand
across
his
nose
with
his
usual
conciliatory
air
on
such
occasions
,
and
looked
at
her
.
"
Well
?
"
said
my
sister
,
in
her
snappish
way
.
"
What
are
you
staring
at
?
Is
the
house
afire
?
"
"
—
Which
some
individual
,
"
Joe
politely
hinted
,
"
mentioned
—
she
.
"
"
And
she
is
a
she
,
I
suppose
?
"
said
my
sister
.
"
Unless
you
call
Miss
Havisham
a
he
.
And
I
doubt
if
even
you
’
ll
go
so
far
as
that
.
"
"
Miss
Havisham
,
up
town
?
"
said
Joe
.
"
Is
there
any
Miss
Havisham
down
town
?
"
returned
my
sister
.
"
She
wants
this
boy
to
go
and
play
there
.
And
of
course
he
’
s
going
.
And
he
had
better
play
there
,
"
said
my
sister
,
shaking
her
head
at
me
as
an
encouragement
to
be
extremely
light
and
sportive
,
"
or
I
’
ll
work
him
.
"
