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1"All right," said Wemmick, "they shall be taken care of. Good-afternoon, Colonel. Good-bye!" They shook hands again, and
2as we walked away Wemmick said to me, "A Coiner, a very good workman. The Recorder's report is made to-day, and he is
3sure to be executed on Monday. Still you see, as far as it goes, a pair of pigeons are portable property all the same."
4With that, he looked back, and nodded at this dead plant, and then cast his eyes about him in walking out of the yard,
5as if he were considering what other pot would go best in its place. As we came out of the prison through the lodge, I
6found that the great importance of my guardian was appreciated by the turnkeys, no less than by those whom they held in
7charge. "Well, Mr. Wemmick," said the turnkey, who kept us between the two studded and spiked lodge gates, and who
8carefully locked one before he unlocked the other, "what's Mr. Jaggers going to do with that water-side murder? Is he
9going to make it manslaughter, or what's he going to make of it?" "Why don't you ask him?" returned Wemmick. "O yes, I
10dare say!" said the turnkey. "Now, that's the way with them here, Mr. Pip," remarked Wemmick, turning to me with his
11post-office elongated. "They don't mind what they ask of me, the subordinate; but you'll never catch 'em asking any
12questions of my principal." "Is this young gentleman one of the 'prentices or articled ones of your office?" asked the
13turnkey, with a grin at Mr. Wemmick's humour. "There he goes again, you see!" cried Wemmick, "I told you so! Asks
14another question of the subordinate before his first is dry! Well, supposing Mr. Pip is one of them?" "Why then," said
15the turnkey, grinning again, "he knows what Mr. Jaggers is." "Yah!" cried Wemmick, suddenly hitting out at the turnkey
16in a facetious way, "you're dumb as one of your own keys when you have to do with my principal, you know you are. Let us
17out, you old fox, or I'll get him to bring an action against you for false imprisonment." The turnkey laughed, and gave
18us good day, and stood laughing at us over the spikes of the wicket when we descended the steps into the street. "Mind
19you, Mr. Pip," said Wemmick, gravely in my ear, as he took my arm to be more confidential; "I don't know that Mr.
20Jaggers does a better thing than the way in which he keeps himself so high. He's always so high. His constant height is
21of a piece with his immense abilities. That Colonel durst no more take leave of him, than that turnkey durst ask him his
22intentions respecting a case. Then, between his height and them, he slips in his subordinate,--don't you see?--and so he
23has 'em, soul and body." I was very much impressed, and not for the first time, by my guardian's subtlety. To confess
24the truth, I very heartily wished, and not for the first time, that I had had some other guardian of minor abilities.
25Mr. Wemmick and I parted at the office in Little Britain, where suppliants for Mr. Jaggers's notice were lingering about
26as usual, and I returned to my watch in the street of the coach-office, with some three hours on hand. I consumed the
27whole time in thinking how strange it was that I should be encompassed by all this taint of prison and crime; that, in
28my childhood out on our lonely marshes on a winter evening, I should have first encountered it; that, it should have
29reappeared on two occasions, starting out like a stain that was faded but not gone; that, it should in this new way
30pervade my fortune and advancement. While my mind was thus engaged, I thought of the beautiful young Estella, proud and
31refined, coming towards me, and I thought with absolute abhorrence of the contrast between the jail and her. I wished
32that Wemmick had not met me, or that I had not yielded to him and gone with him, so that, of all days in the year on
33this day, I might not have had Newgate in my breath and on my clothes. I beat the prison dust off my feet as I sauntered
34to and fro, and I shook it out of my dress, and I exhaled its air from my lungs. So contaminated did I feel, remembering
35who was coming, that the coach came quickly after all, and I was not yet free from the soiling consciousness of Mr.
36Wemmick's conservatory, when I saw her face at the coach window and her hand waving to me. What was the nameless shadow
37which again in that one instant had passed?
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