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I
signified
that
I
had
no
doubt
he
would
take
it
as
an
honor
to
be
asked
.
"
Then
let
him
come
.
"
"
At
any
particular
time
,
Miss
Havisham
?
"
"
There
,
there
!
I
know
nothing
about
times
.
Let
him
come
soon
,
and
come
along
with
you
"
When
I
got
home
at
night
,
and
delivered
this
message
for
Joe
,
my
sister
"
went
on
the
Rampage
,
"
in
a
more
alarming
degree
than
at
any
previous
period
.
She
asked
me
and
Joe
whether
we
supposed
she
was
door
-
mats
under
our
feet
,
and
how
we
dared
to
use
her
so
,
and
what
company
we
graciously
thought
she
was
fit
for
?
When
she
had
exhausted
a
torrent
of
such
inquiries
,
she
threw
a
candlestick
at
Joe
,
burst
into
a
loud
sobbing
,
got
out
the
dustpan
—
which
was
always
a
very
bad
sign
—
put
on
her
coarse
apron
,
and
began
cleaning
up
to
a
terrible
extent
.
Not
satisfied
with
a
dry
cleaning
,
she
took
to
a
pail
and
scrubbing
-
brush
,
and
cleaned
us
out
of
house
and
home
,
so
that
we
stood
shivering
in
the
back
-
yard
.
It
was
ten
o
’
clock
at
night
before
we
ventured
to
creep
in
again
,
and
then
she
asked
Joe
why
he
hadn
’
t
married
a
Negress
Slave
at
once
?
Joe
offered
no
answer
,
poor
fellow
,
but
stood
feeling
his
whisker
and
looking
dejectedly
at
me
,
as
if
he
thought
it
really
might
have
been
a
better
speculation
.
It
was
a
trial
to
my
feelings
,
on
the
next
day
but
one
,
to
see
Joe
arraying
himself
in
his
Sunday
clothes
to
accompany
me
to
Miss
Havisham
’
s
.
However
,
as
he
thought
his
court
-
suit
necessary
to
the
occasion
,
it
was
not
for
me
tell
him
that
he
looked
far
better
in
his
working
-
dress
;
the
rather
,
because
I
knew
he
made
himself
so
dreadfully
uncomfortable
,
entirely
on
my
account
,
and
that
it
was
for
me
he
pulled
up
his
shirt
-
collar
so
very
high
behind
,
that
it
made
the
hair
on
the
crown
of
his
head
stand
up
like
a
tuft
of
feathers
.
At
breakfast
-
time
my
sister
declared
her
intention
of
going
to
town
with
us
,
and
being
left
at
Uncle
Pumblechook
’
s
and
called
for
"
when
we
had
done
with
our
fine
ladies
"
—
a
way
of
putting
the
case
,
from
which
Joe
appeared
inclined
to
augur
the
worst
.
The
forge
was
shut
up
for
the
day
,
and
Joe
inscribed
in
chalk
upon
the
door
(
as
it
was
his
custom
to
do
on
the
very
rare
occasions
when
he
was
not
at
work
)
the
monosyllable
HOUT
,
accompanied
by
a
sketch
of
an
arrow
supposed
to
be
flying
in
the
direction
he
had
taken
.
We
walked
to
town
,
my
sister
leading
the
way
in
a
very
large
beaver
bonnet
,
and
carrying
a
basket
like
the
Great
Seal
of
England
in
plaited
Straw
,
a
pair
of
pattens
,
a
spare
shawl
,
and
an
umbrella
,
though
it
was
a
fine
bright
day
.
I
am
not
quite
clear
whether
these
articles
were
carried
penitentially
or
ostentatiously
;
but
I
rather
think
they
were
displayed
as
articles
of
property
—
much
as
Cleopatra
or
any
other
sovereign
lady
on
the
Rampage
might
exhibit
her
wealth
in
a
pageant
or
procession
.
When
we
came
to
Pumblechook
’
s
,
my
sister
bounced
in
and
left
us
.
As
it
was
almost
noon
,
Joe
and
I
held
straight
on
to
Miss
Havisham
’
s
house
.
Estella
opened
the
gate
as
usual
,
and
,
the
moment
she
appeared
,
Joe
took
his
hat
off
and
stood
weighing
it
by
the
brim
in
both
his
hands
;
as
if
he
had
some
urgent
reason
in
his
mind
for
being
particular
to
half
a
quarter
of
an
ounce
.
