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The
Hall
was
a
queer
place
,
I
thought
,
with
higher
pews
in
it
than
a
church
—
and
with
people
hanging
over
the
pews
looking
on
—
and
with
mighty
Justices
(
one
with
a
powdered
head
)
leaning
back
in
chairs
,
with
folded
arms
,
or
taking
snuff
,
or
going
to
sleep
,
or
writing
,
or
reading
the
newspapers
—
and
with
some
shining
black
portraits
on
the
walls
,
which
my
unartistic
eye
regarded
as
a
composition
of
hardbake
and
sticking
-
plaster
.
Here
,
in
a
corner
my
indentures
were
duly
signed
and
attested
,
and
I
was
"
bound
"
;
Mr
.
Pumblechook
holding
me
all
the
while
as
if
we
had
looked
in
on
our
way
to
the
scaffold
,
to
have
those
little
preliminaries
disposed
of
.
When
we
had
come
out
again
,
and
had
got
rid
of
the
boys
who
had
been
put
into
great
spirits
by
the
expectation
of
seeing
me
publicly
tortured
,
and
who
were
much
disappointed
to
find
that
my
friends
were
merely
rallying
round
me
,
we
went
back
to
Pumblechook
’
s
.
And
there
my
sister
became
so
excited
by
the
twenty
-
five
guineas
,
that
nothing
would
serve
her
but
we
must
have
a
dinner
out
of
that
windfall
at
the
Blue
Boar
,
and
that
Pumblechook
must
go
over
in
his
chaise
-
cart
,
and
bring
the
Hubbles
and
Mr
.
Wopsle
.
It
was
agreed
to
be
done
;
and
a
most
melancholy
day
I
passed
.
For
,
it
inscrutably
appeared
to
stand
to
reason
,
in
the
minds
of
the
whole
company
,
that
I
was
an
excrescence
on
the
entertainment
.
And
to
make
it
worse
,
they
all
asked
me
from
time
to
time
—
in
short
,
whenever
they
had
nothing
else
to
do
—
why
I
didn
’
t
enjoy
myself
?
And
what
could
I
possibly
do
then
,
but
say
I
was
enjoying
myself
—
when
I
wasn
’
t
!
However
,
they
were
grown
up
and
had
their
own
way
,
and
they
made
the
most
of
it
.
That
swindling
Pumblechook
,
exalted
into
the
beneficent
contriver
of
the
whole
occasion
,
actually
took
the
top
of
the
table
;
and
,
when
he
addressed
them
on
the
subject
of
my
being
bound
,
and
had
fiendishly
congratulated
them
on
my
being
liable
to
imprisonment
if
I
played
at
cards
,
drank
strong
liquors
,
kept
late
hours
or
bad
company
,
or
indulged
in
other
vagaries
which
the
form
of
my
indentures
appeared
to
contemplate
as
next
to
inevitable
,
he
placed
me
standing
on
a
chair
beside
him
to
illustrate
his
remarks
.
My
only
other
remembrances
of
the
great
festival
are
,
That
they
wouldn
’
t
let
me
go
to
sleep
,
but
whenever
they
saw
me
dropping
off
,
woke
me
up
and
told
me
to
enjoy
myself
.
That
,
rather
late
in
the
evening
Mr
.
Wopsle
gave
us
Collins
’
s
ode
,
and
threw
his
bloodstained
sword
in
thunder
down
,
with
such
effect
,
that
a
waiter
came
in
and
said
,
"
The
Commercials
underneath
sent
up
their
compliments
,
and
it
wasn
’
t
the
Tumblers
’
Arms
.
"
That
,
they
were
all
in
excellent
spirits
on
the
road
home
,
and
sang
,
O
Lady
Fair
!
Mr
Wopsle
taking
the
bass
,
and
asserting
with
a
tremendously
strong
voice
(
in
reply
to
the
inquisitive
bore
who
leads
that
piece
of
music
in
a
most
impertinent
manner
,
by
wanting
to
know
all
about
everybody
’
s
private
affairs
)
that
he
was
the
man
with
his
white
locks
flowing
,
and
that
he
was
upon
the
whole
the
weakest
pilgrim
going
.
Finally
,
I
remember
that
when
I
got
into
my
little
bedroom
,
I
was
truly
wretched
,
and
had
a
strong
conviction
on
me
that
I
should
never
like
Joe
’
s
trade
.
I
had
liked
it
once
,
but
once
was
not
now
.
It
is
a
most
miserable
thing
to
feel
ashamed
of
home
.
There
may
be
black
ingratitude
in
the
thing
,
and
the
punishment
may
be
retributive
and
well
deserved
;
but
that
it
is
a
miserable
thing
,
I
can
testify
.
Home
had
never
been
a
very
pleasant
place
to
me
,
because
of
my
sister
’
s
temper
.
But
,
Joe
had
sanctified
it
,
and
I
had
believed
in
it
.
I
had
believed
in
the
best
parlor
as
a
most
elegant
saloon
;
I
had
believed
in
the
front
door
,
as
a
mysterious
portal
of
the
Temple
of
State
whose
solemn
opening
was
attended
with
a
sacrifice
of
roast
fowls
;
I
had
believed
in
the
kitchen
as
a
chaste
though
not
magnificent
apartment
;
I
had
believed
in
the
forge
as
the
glowing
road
to
manhood
and
independence
.
Within
a
single
year
all
this
was
changed
.
Now
it
was
all
coarse
and
common
,
and
I
would
not
have
had
Miss
Havisham
and
Estella
see
it
on
any
account
.
