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She
was
not
a
good
-
looking
woman
,
my
sister
;
and
I
had
a
general
impression
that
she
must
have
made
Joe
Gargery
marry
her
by
hand
.
Joe
was
a
fair
man
,
with
curls
of
flaxen
hair
on
each
side
of
his
smooth
face
,
and
with
eyes
of
such
a
very
undecided
blue
that
they
seemed
to
have
somehow
got
mixed
with
their
own
whites
.
He
was
a
mild
,
good
-
natured
,
sweet
-
tempered
,
easy
-
going
,
foolish
,
dear
fellow
—
a
sort
of
Hercules
in
strength
,
and
also
in
weakness
.
My
sister
,
Mrs
.
Joe
,
with
black
hair
and
eyes
,
had
such
a
prevailing
redness
of
skin
that
I
sometimes
used
to
wonder
whether
it
was
possible
she
washed
herself
with
a
nutmeg
-
grater
instead
of
soap
.
She
was
tall
and
bony
,
and
almost
always
wore
a
coarse
apron
,
fastened
over
her
figure
behind
with
two
loops
,
and
having
a
square
impregnable
bib
in
front
,
that
was
stuck
full
of
pins
and
needles
.
She
made
it
a
powerful
merit
in
herself
,
and
a
strong
reproach
against
Joe
,
that
she
wore
this
apron
so
much
.
Though
I
really
see
no
reason
why
she
should
have
worn
it
at
all
;
or
why
,
if
she
did
wear
it
at
all
,
she
should
not
have
taken
it
off
,
every
day
of
her
life
.
Joe
’
s
forge
adjoined
our
house
,
which
was
a
wooden
house
,
as
many
of
the
dwellings
in
our
country
were
—
most
of
them
,
at
that
time
.
When
I
ran
home
from
the
churchyard
,
the
forge
was
shut
up
,
and
Joe
was
sitting
alone
in
the
kitchen
.
Joe
and
I
being
fellow
-
sufferers
,
and
having
confidences
as
such
,
Joe
imparted
a
confidence
to
me
,
the
moment
I
raised
the
latch
of
the
door
and
peeped
in
at
him
opposite
to
it
,
sitting
in
the
chimney
corner
.
"
Mrs
.
Joe
has
been
out
a
dozen
times
,
looking
for
you
,
Pip
.
And
she
’
s
out
now
,
making
it
a
baker
’
s
dozen
.
"
"
Is
she
?
"
"
Yes
,
Pip
,
"
said
Joe
;
"
and
what
’
s
worse
,
she
’
s
got
Tickler
with
her
.
"
At
this
dismal
intelligence
,
I
twisted
the
only
button
on
my
waistcoat
round
and
round
,
and
looked
in
great
depression
at
the
fire
.
Tickler
was
a
wax
-
ended
piece
of
cane
,
worn
smooth
by
collision
with
my
tickled
frame
.
"
She
sot
down
,
"
said
Joe
,
"
and
she
got
up
,
and
she
made
a
grab
at
Tickler
,
and
she
Ram
-
paged
out
.
That
’
s
what
she
did
,
"
said
Joe
,
slowly
clearing
the
fire
between
the
lower
bars
with
the
poker
,
and
looking
at
it
;
"
she
Ram
-
paged
out
,
Pip
.
"
"
Has
she
been
gone
long
,
Joe
?
"
I
always
treated
him
as
a
larger
species
of
child
,
and
as
no
more
than
my
equal
.
"
Well
,
"
said
Joe
,
glancing
up
at
the
Dutch
clock
,
"
she
’
s
been
on
the
Ram
-
page
,
this
last
spell
,
about
five
minutes
,
Pip
.
She
’
s
a
coming
!
Get
behind
the
door
,
old
chap
,
and
have
the
jack
-
towel
betwixt
you
.
