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"
No
,
"
said
Joe
,
"
it
’
s
a
kind
of
family
name
what
he
gave
himself
when
a
infant
,
and
is
called
by
.
"
"
Son
of
yours
?
"
"
Well
,
"
said
Joe
,
meditatively
,
not
,
of
course
,
that
it
could
be
in
anywise
necessary
to
consider
about
it
,
but
because
it
was
the
way
at
the
Jolly
Bargemen
to
seem
to
consider
deeply
about
everything
that
was
discussed
over
pipes
—
"
well
—
no
.
No
,
he
ain
’
t
.
"
"
Nevvy
?
"
said
the
strange
man
.
"
Well
,
"
said
Joe
,
with
the
same
appearance
of
profound
cogitation
,
"
he
is
not
—
no
,
not
to
deceive
you
,
he
is
not
—
my
nevvy
.
"
"
What
the
Blue
Blazes
is
he
?
"
asked
the
stranger
.
Which
appeared
to
me
to
be
an
inquiry
of
unnecessary
strength
.
Mr
.
Wopsle
struck
in
upon
that
;
as
one
who
knew
all
about
relationships
,
having
professional
occasion
to
bear
in
mind
what
female
relations
a
man
might
not
marry
;
and
expounded
the
ties
between
me
and
Joe
.
Having
his
hand
in
,
Mr
.
Wopsle
finished
off
with
a
most
terrifically
snarling
passage
from
Richard
the
Third
,
and
seemed
to
think
he
had
done
quite
enough
to
account
for
it
when
he
added
,
"
—
as
the
poet
says
.
"
And
here
I
may
remark
that
when
Mr
.
Wopsle
referred
to
me
,
he
considered
it
a
necessary
part
of
such
reference
to
rumple
my
hair
and
poke
it
into
my
eyes
.
I
cannot
conceive
why
everybody
of
his
standing
who
visited
at
our
house
should
always
have
put
me
through
the
same
inflammatory
process
under
similar
circumstances
.
Yet
I
do
not
call
to
mind
that
I
was
ever
in
my
earlier
youth
the
subject
of
remark
in
our
social
family
circle
,
but
some
large
-
handed
person
took
some
such
ophthalmic
steps
to
patronize
me
.
All
this
while
,
the
strange
man
looked
at
nobody
but
me
,
and
looked
at
me
as
if
he
were
determined
to
have
a
shot
at
me
at
last
,
and
bring
me
down
.
But
he
said
nothing
after
offering
his
Blue
Blazes
observation
,
until
the
glasses
of
rum
and
water
were
brought
;
and
then
he
made
his
shot
,
and
a
most
extraordinary
shot
it
was
.
It
was
not
a
verbal
remark
,
but
a
proceeding
in
dumb
-
show
,
and
was
pointedly
addressed
to
me
.
He
stirred
his
rum
and
water
pointedly
at
me
,
and
he
tasted
his
rum
and
water
pointedly
at
me
.
