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"
Yes
,
Joe
;
but
what
I
wanted
to
say
,
was
,
that
as
we
are
rather
slack
just
now
,
if
you
would
give
me
a
half
-
holiday
to
-
morrow
,
I
think
I
would
go
up
-
town
and
make
a
call
on
Miss
Est
—
Havisham
.
"
"
Which
her
name
,
"
said
Joe
,
gravely
,
"
ain
’
t
Estavisham
,
Pip
,
unless
she
have
been
rechris
’
ened
.
"
"
I
know
,
Joe
,
I
know
.
It
was
a
slip
of
mine
.
What
do
you
think
of
it
,
Joe
?
"
In
brief
,
Joe
thought
that
if
I
thought
well
of
it
,
he
thought
well
of
it
.
But
,
he
was
particular
in
stipulating
that
if
I
were
not
received
with
cordiality
,
or
if
I
were
not
encouraged
to
repeat
my
visit
as
a
visit
which
had
no
ulterior
object
but
was
simply
one
of
gratitude
for
a
favor
received
,
then
this
experimental
trip
should
have
no
successor
.
By
these
conditions
I
promised
to
abide
.
Now
,
Joe
kept
a
journeyman
at
weekly
wages
whose
name
was
Orlick
.
He
pretended
that
his
Christian
name
was
Dolge
—
a
clear
Impossibility
—
but
he
was
a
fellow
of
that
obstinate
disposition
that
I
believe
him
to
have
been
the
prey
of
no
delusion
in
this
particular
,
but
wilfully
to
have
imposed
that
name
upon
the
village
as
an
affront
to
its
understanding
.
He
was
a
broadshouldered
loose
-
limbed
swarthy
fellow
of
great
strength
,
never
in
a
hurry
,
and
always
slouching
.
He
never
even
seemed
to
come
to
his
work
on
purpose
,
but
would
slouch
in
as
if
by
mere
accident
;
and
when
he
went
to
the
Jolly
Bargemen
to
eat
his
dinner
,
or
went
away
at
night
,
he
would
slouch
out
,
like
Cain
or
the
Wandering
Jew
,
as
if
he
had
no
idea
where
he
was
going
and
no
intention
of
ever
coming
back
.
He
lodged
at
a
sluice
-
keeper
’
s
out
on
the
marshes
,
and
on
working
-
days
would
come
slouching
from
his
hermitage
,
with
his
hands
in
his
pockets
and
his
dinner
loosely
tied
in
a
bundle
round
his
neck
and
dangling
on
his
back
.
On
Sundays
he
mostly
lay
all
day
on
the
sluice
-
gates
,
or
stood
against
ricks
and
barns
.
He
always
slouched
,
locomotively
,
with
his
eyes
on
the
ground
;
and
,
when
accosted
or
otherwise
required
to
raise
them
,
he
looked
up
in
a
half
-
resentful
,
half
-
puzzled
way
,
as
though
the
only
thought
he
ever
had
was
,
that
it
was
rather
an
odd
and
injurious
fact
that
he
should
never
be
thinking
.
This
morose
journeyman
had
no
liking
for
me
.
When
I
was
very
small
and
timid
,
he
gave
me
to
understand
that
the
Devil
lived
in
a
black
corner
of
the
forge
,
and
that
he
knew
the
fiend
very
well
:
also
that
it
was
necessary
to
make
up
the
fire
,
once
in
seven
years
,
with
a
live
boy
,
and
that
I
might
consider
myself
fuel
.
When
I
became
Joe
’
s
’
prentice
,
Orlick
was
perhaps
confirmed
in
some
suspicion
that
I
should
displace
him
;
howbeit
,
he
liked
me
still
less
.
Not
that
he
ever
said
anything
,
or
did
anything
,
openly
importing
hostility
;
I
only
noticed
that
he
always
beat
his
sparks
in
my
direction
,
and
that
whenever
I
sang
Old
Clem
,
he
came
in
out
of
time
.
Dolge
Orlick
was
at
work
and
present
,
next
day
,
when
I
reminded
Joe
of
my
half
-
holiday
.
He
said
nothing
at
the
moment
,
for
he
and
Joe
had
just
got
a
piece
of
hot
iron
between
them
,
and
I
was
at
the
bellows
;
but
by
and
by
he
said
,
leaning
on
his
hammer
—
"
Now
,
master
!
Sure
you
’
re
not
a
going
to
favor
only
one
of
us
.
If
Young
Pip
has
a
half
-
holiday
,
do
as
much
for
Old
Orlick
.
"
I
suppose
he
was
about
five
-
and
-
twenty
,
but
he
usually
spoke
of
himself
as
an
ancient
person
.
