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But
it
is
the
same
with
any
life
.
Imagine
one
selected
day
struck
out
of
it
,
and
think
how
different
its
course
would
have
been
.
Pause
you
who
read
this
,
and
think
for
a
moment
of
the
long
chain
of
iron
or
gold
,
of
thorns
or
flowers
,
that
would
never
have
bound
you
,
but
for
the
formation
of
the
first
link
on
one
memorable
day
.
The
felicitous
idea
occurred
to
me
a
morning
or
two
later
when
I
woke
,
that
the
best
step
I
could
take
towards
making
myself
uncommon
was
to
get
out
of
Biddy
everything
she
knew
.
In
pursuance
of
this
luminous
conception
I
mentioned
to
Biddy
when
I
went
to
Mr
.
Wopsle
’
s
great
-
aunt
’
s
at
night
,
that
I
had
a
particular
reason
for
wishing
to
get
on
in
life
,
and
that
I
should
feel
very
much
obliged
to
her
if
she
would
impart
all
her
learning
to
me
.
Biddy
,
who
was
the
most
obliging
of
girls
,
immediately
said
she
would
,
and
indeed
began
to
carry
out
her
promise
within
five
minutes
.
The
Educational
scheme
or
Course
established
by
Mr
.
Wopsle
’
s
great
-
aunt
may
be
resolved
into
the
following
synopsis
.
The
pupils
ate
apples
and
put
straws
down
one
another
’
s
backs
,
until
Mr
.
Wopsle
’
s
great
-
aunt
collected
her
energies
,
and
made
an
indiscriminate
totter
at
them
with
a
birch
-
rod
.
After
receiving
the
charge
with
every
mark
of
derision
,
the
pupils
formed
in
line
and
buzzingly
passed
a
ragged
book
from
hand
to
hand
.
The
book
had
an
alphabet
in
it
,
some
figures
and
tables
,
and
a
little
spelling
—
that
is
to
say
,
it
had
had
once
.
As
soon
as
this
volume
began
to
circulate
,
Mr
.
Wopsle
’
s
great
-
aunt
fell
into
a
state
of
coma
,
arising
either
from
sleep
or
a
rheumatic
paroxysm
.
The
pupils
then
entered
among
themselves
upon
a
competitive
examination
on
the
subject
of
Boots
,
with
the
view
of
ascertaining
who
could
tread
the
hardest
upon
whose
toes
.
This
mental
exercise
lasted
until
Biddy
made
a
rush
at
them
and
distributed
three
defaced
Bibles
(
shaped
as
if
they
had
been
unskilfully
cut
off
the
chump
end
of
something
)
,
more
illegibly
printed
at
the
best
than
any
curiosities
of
literature
I
have
since
met
with
,
speckled
all
over
with
ironmould
,
and
having
various
specimens
of
the
insect
world
smashed
between
their
leaves
.
This
part
of
the
Course
was
usually
lightened
by
several
single
combats
between
Biddy
and
refractory
students
.
When
the
fights
were
over
,
Biddy
gave
out
the
number
of
a
page
,
and
then
we
all
read
aloud
what
we
could
—
or
what
we
couldn
’
t
—
in
a
frightful
chorus
;
Biddy
leading
with
a
high
,
shrill
,
monotonous
voice
,
and
none
of
us
having
the
least
notion
of
,
or
reverence
for
,
what
we
were
reading
about
.
When
this
horrible
din
had
lasted
a
certain
time
,
it
mechanically
awoke
Mr
.
Wopsle
’
s
great
-
aunt
,
who
staggered
at
a
boy
fortuitously
,
and
pulled
his
ears
.
This
was
understood
to
terminate
the
Course
for
the
evening
,
and
we
emerged
into
the
air
with
shrieks
of
intellectual
victory
.
It
is
fair
to
remark
that
there
was
no
prohibition
against
any
pupil
’
s
entertaining
himself
with
a
slate
or
even
with
the
ink
(
when
there
was
any
)
,
but
that
it
was
not
easy
to
pursue
that
branch
of
study
in
the
winter
season
,
on
account
of
the
little
general
shop
in
which
the
classes
were
holden
—
and
which
was
also
Mr
.
Wopsle
’
s
great
-
aunt
’
s
sitting
-
room
and
bedchamber
—
being
but
faintly
illuminated
through
the
agency
of
one
low
-
spirited
dip
-
candle
and
no
snuffers
.
It
appeared
to
me
that
it
would
take
time
to
become
uncommon
,
under
these
circumstances
:
nevertheless
,
I
resolved
to
try
it
,
and
that
very
evening
Biddy
entered
on
our
special
agreement
,
by
imparting
some
information
from
her
little
catalogue
of
Prices
,
under
the
head
of
moist
sugar
,
and
lending
me
,
to
copy
at
home
,
a
large
old
English
D
which
she
had
imitated
from
the
heading
of
some
newspaper
,
and
which
I
supposed
,
until
she
told
me
what
it
was
,
to
be
a
design
for
a
buckle
.
Of
course
there
was
a
public
-
house
in
the
village
,
and
of
course
Joe
liked
sometimes
to
smoke
his
pipe
there
.
I
had
received
strict
orders
from
my
sister
to
call
for
him
at
the
Three
Jolly
Bargemen
,
that
evening
,
on
my
way
from
school
,
and
bring
him
home
at
my
peril
.
To
the
Three
Jolly
Bargemen
,
therefore
,
I
directed
my
steps
.
There
was
a
bar
at
the
Jolly
Bargemen
,
with
some
alarmingly
long
chalk
scores
in
it
on
the
wall
at
the
side
of
the
door
,
which
seemed
to
me
to
be
never
paid
off
.
They
had
been
there
ever
since
I
could
remember
,
and
had
grown
more
than
I
had
.
But
there
was
a
quantity
of
chalk
about
our
country
,
and
perhaps
the
people
neglected
no
opportunity
of
turning
it
to
account
.
It
being
Saturday
night
,
I
found
the
landlord
looking
rather
grimly
at
these
records
;
but
as
my
business
was
with
Joe
and
not
with
him
,
I
merely
wished
him
good
evening
,
and
passed
into
the
common
room
at
the
end
of
the
passage
,
where
there
was
a
bright
large
kitchen
fire
,
and
where
Joe
was
smoking
his
pipe
in
company
with
Mr
.
Wopsle
and
a
stranger
.
Joe
greeted
me
as
usual
with
"
Halloa
,
Pip
,
old
chap
!
"
and
the
moment
he
said
that
,
the
stranger
turned
his
head
and
looked
at
me
.
He
was
a
secret
-
looking
man
whom
I
had
never
seen
before
.
His
head
was
all
on
one
side
,
and
one
of
his
eyes
was
half
shut
up
,
as
if
he
were
taking
aim
at
something
with
an
invisible
gun
.
He
had
a
pipe
in
his
mouth
,
and
he
took
it
out
,
and
,
after
slowly
blowing
all
his
smoke
away
and
looking
hard
at
me
all
the
time
,
nodded
.
So
,
I
nodded
,
and
then
he
nodded
again
,
and
made
room
on
the
settle
beside
him
that
I
might
sit
down
there
.
