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1"Well," said Joe, with the same appearance of profound cogitation, "he is not--no, not to deceive you, he is not--my
2nevvy." "What the Blue Blazes is he?" asked the stranger. Which appeared to me to be an inquiry of unnecessary strength.
3Mr. Wopsle struck in upon that; as one who knew all about relationships, having professional occasion to bear in mind
4what female relations a man might not marry; and expounded the ties between me and Joe. Having his hand in, Mr. Wopsle
5finished off with a most terrifically snarling passage from Richard the Third, and seemed to think he had done quite
6enough to account for it when he added, "--as the poet says." And here I may remark that when Mr. Wopsle referred to me,
7he considered it a necessary part of such reference to rumple my hair and poke it into my eyes. I cannot conceive why
8everybody of his standing who visited at our house should always have put me through the same inflammatory process under
9similar circumstances. Yet I do not call to mind that I was ever in my earlier youth the subject of remark in our social
10family circle, but some large-handed person took some such ophthalmic steps to patronise me. All this while, the strange
11man 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.
12But he said nothing after offering his Blue Blazes observation, until the glasses of rum and water were brought; and
13then he made his shot, and a most extraordinary shot it was. It was not a verbal remark, but a proceeding in dumb-show,
14and was pointedly addressed to me. He stirred his rum and water pointedly at me, and he tasted his rum and water
15pointedly at me. And he stirred it and he tasted it; not with a spoon that was brought to him, but with a file. He did
16this so that nobody but I saw the file; and when he had done it he wiped the file and put it in a breast-pocket. I knew
17it to be Joe's file, and I knew that he knew my convict, the moment I saw the instrument. I sat gazing at him,
18spell-bound. But he now reclined on his settle, taking very little notice of me, and talking principally about turnips.
19There was a delicious sense of cleaning-up and making a quiet pause before going on in life afresh, in our village on
20Saturday nights, which stimulated Joe to dare to stay out half an hour longer on Saturdays than at other times. The
21half-hour and the rum and water running out together, Joe got up to go, and took me by the hand. "Stop half a moment,
22Mr. Gargery," said the strange man. "I think I've got a bright new shilling somewhere in my pocket, and if I have, the
23boy shall have it." He looked it out from a handful of small change, folded it in some crumpled paper, and gave it to
24me. "Yours!" said he. "Mind! Your own." I thanked him, staring at him far beyond the bounds of good manners, and holding
25tight to Joe. He gave Joe good-night, and he gave Mr. Wopsle good-night (who went out with us), and he gave me only a
26look with his aiming eye,--no, not a look, for he shut it up, but wonders may be done with an eye by hiding it. On the
27way home, if I had been in a humour for talking, the talk must have been all on my side, for Mr. Wopsle parted from us
28at the door of the Jolly Bargemen, and Joe went all the way home with his mouth wide open, to rinse the rum out with as
29much air as possible. But I was in a manner stupefied by this turning up of my old misdeed and old acquaintance, and
30could think of nothing else. My sister was not in a very bad temper when we presented ourselves in the kitchen, and Joe
31was encouraged by that unusual circumstance to tell her about the bright shilling. "A bad un, I'll be bound," said Mrs.
32Joe triumphantly, "or he wouldn't have given it to the boy! Let's look at it." I took it out of the paper, and it proved
33to be a good one. "But what's this?" said Mrs. Joe, throwing down the shilling and catching up the paper. "Two One-Pound
34notes?" Nothing less than two fat sweltering one-pound notes that seemed to have been on terms of the warmest intimacy
35with all the cattle-markets in the county. Joe caught up his hat again, and ran with them to the Jolly Bargemen to
36restore them to their owner. While he was gone, I sat down on my usual stool and looked vacantly at my sister, feeling
37pretty sure that the man would not be there. Presently, Joe came back, saying that the man was gone, but that he, Joe,
38had left word at the Three Jolly Bargemen concerning the notes. Then my sister sealed them up in a piece of paper, and
39put them under some dried rose-leaves in an ornamental teapot on the top of a press in the state parlour. There they
40remained, a nightmare to me, many and many a night and day. I had sadly broken sleep when I got to bed, through thinking
41of the strange man taking aim at me with his invisible gun, and of the guiltily coarse and common thing it was, to be on
42secret terms of conspiracy with convicts,--a feature in my low career that I had previously forgotten. I was haunted by
43the file too. A dread possessed me that when I least expected it, the file would reappear. I coaxed myself to sleep by
44thinking of Miss Havisham's, next Wednesday; and in my sleep I saw the file coming at me out of a door, without seeing
45who held it, and I screamed myself awake.
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