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I
sold
all
I
had
,
and
put
aside
as
much
as
I
could
,
for
a
composition
with
my
creditors
—
who
gave
me
ample
time
to
pay
them
in
full
—
and
I
went
out
and
joined
Herbert
.
Within
a
month
,
I
had
quitted
England
,
and
within
two
months
I
was
clerk
to
Clarriker
and
Co
.
,
and
within
four
months
I
assumed
my
first
undivided
responsibility
.
For
the
beam
across
the
parlor
ceiling
at
Mill
Pond
Bank
had
then
ceased
to
tremble
under
old
Bill
Barley
’
s
growls
and
was
at
peace
,
and
Herbert
had
gone
away
to
marry
Clara
,
and
I
was
left
in
sole
charge
of
the
Eastern
Branch
until
he
brought
her
back
.
Many
a
year
went
round
before
I
was
a
partner
in
the
House
;
but
I
lived
happily
with
Herbert
and
his
wife
,
and
lived
frugally
,
and
paid
my
debts
,
and
maintained
a
constant
correspondence
with
Biddy
and
Joe
It
was
not
until
I
became
third
in
the
Firm
,
that
Clarriker
betrayed
me
to
Herbert
;
but
he
then
declared
that
the
secret
of
Herbert
’
s
partnership
had
been
long
enough
upon
his
conscience
,
and
he
must
tell
it
.
So
he
told
it
,
and
Herbert
was
as
much
moved
as
amazed
,
and
the
dear
fellow
and
I
were
not
the
worse
friends
for
the
long
concealment
.
I
must
not
leave
it
to
be
supposed
that
we
were
ever
a
great
House
,
or
that
we
made
mints
of
money
.
We
were
not
in
a
grand
way
of
business
,
but
we
had
a
good
name
,
and
worked
for
our
profits
,
and
did
very
well
.
We
owed
so
much
to
Herbert
’
s
ever
cheerful
industry
and
readiness
,
that
I
often
wondered
how
I
had
conceived
that
old
idea
of
his
inaptitude
,
until
I
was
one
day
enlightened
by
the
reflection
,
that
perhaps
the
inaptitude
had
never
been
in
him
at
all
,
but
had
been
in
me
.
For
eleven
years
,
I
had
not
seen
Joe
nor
Biddy
with
my
bodily
Eyes
—
though
they
had
both
been
often
before
my
fancy
in
the
East
—
when
,
upon
an
evening
in
December
,
an
hour
or
two
after
dark
,
I
laid
my
hand
softly
on
the
latch
of
the
old
kitchen
door
.
I
touched
it
so
softly
that
I
was
not
heard
,
and
looked
in
unseen
.
There
,
smoking
his
pipe
in
the
old
place
by
the
kitchen
firelight
,
as
hale
and
as
strong
as
ever
,
though
a
little
gray
,
sat
Joe
;
and
there
,
fenced
into
the
corner
with
Joe
’
s
leg
,
and
sitting
on
my
own
little
stool
looking
at
the
fire
,
was
—
I
again
!
"
We
giv
’
him
the
name
of
Pip
for
your
sake
,
dear
old
chap
,
"
said
Joe
,
delighted
,
when
I
took
another
stool
by
the
child
’
s
side
(
but
I
did
not
rumple
his
hair
)
,
"
and
we
hoped
he
might
grow
a
little
bit
like
you
,
and
we
think
he
do
.
"
I
thought
so
too
,
and
I
took
him
out
for
a
walk
next
morning
,
and
we
talked
immensely
,
understanding
one
another
to
perfection
.
And
I
took
him
down
to
the
churchyard
,
and
set
him
on
a
certain
tombstone
there
,
and
he
showed
me
from
that
elevation
which
stone
was
sacred
to
the
memory
of
Philip
Pirrip
,
late
of
this
Parish
,
and
Also
Georgiana
,
Wife
of
the
Above
.
"
Biddy
,
"
said
I
,
when
I
talked
with
her
after
dinner
,
as
her
little
girl
lay
sleeping
in
her
lap
,
"
you
must
give
Pip
to
me
one
of
these
days
;
or
lend
him
,
at
all
events
.
"
"
No
,
no
,
"
said
Biddy
,
gently
.
"
You
must
marry
.
"
"
So
Herbert
and
Clara
say
,
but
I
don
’
t
think
I
shall
,
Biddy
.
I
have
so
settled
down
in
their
home
,
that
it
’
s
not
at
all
likely
.
I
am
already
quite
an
old
bachelor
.
"
