Great Expectations eBook

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We had an excellent breakfast, and when any one declined anything on table, Wemmick said, “Provided by contract, you know; don’t be afraid of it!” I drank to the new couple, drank to the Aged, drank to the Castle, saluted the bride at parting, and made myself as agreeable as I could.

Wemmick came down to the door with me, and I again shook hands with him, and wished him joy.

“Thankee!” said Wemmick, rubbing his hands.  “She’s such a manager of fowls, you have no idea.  You shall have some eggs, and judge for yourself.  I say, Mr. Pip!” calling me back, and speaking low.  “This is altogether a Walworth sentiment, please.”

“I understand.  Not to be mentioned in Little Britain,” said I.

Wemmick nodded.  “After what you let out the other day, Mr. Jaggers may as well not know of it.  He might think my brain was softening, or something of the kind.”

Chapter 56

He lay in prison very ill, during the whole interval between his committal for trial, and the coming round of the Sessions.  He had broken two ribs, they had wounded one of his lungs, and he breathed with great pain and difficulty, which increased daily.  It was a consequence of his hurt, that he spoke so low as to be scarcely audible; therefore, he spoke very little.  But, he was ever ready to listen to me, and it became the first duty of my life to say to him, and read to him, what I knew he ought to hear.

Being far too ill to remain in the common prison, he was removed, after the first day or so, into the infirmary.  This gave me opportunities of being with him that I could not otherwise have had.  And but for his illness he would have been put in irons, for he was regarded as a determined prison-breaker, and I know not what else.

Although I saw him every day, it was for only a short time; hence, the regularly recurring spaces of our separation were long enough to record on his face any slight changes that occurred in his physical state.  I do not recollect that I once saw any change in it for the better; he wasted, and became slowly weaker and worse, day by day, from the day when the prison door closed upon him.

The kind of submission or resignation that he showed, was that of a man who was tired out.  I sometimes derived an impression, from his manner or from a whispered word or two which escaped him, that he pondered over the question whether he might have been a better man under better circumstances.  But, he never justified himself by a hint tending that way, or tried to bend the past out of its eternal shape.

It happened on two or three occasions in my presence, that his desperate reputation was alluded to by one or other of the people in attendance on him.  A smile crossed his face then, and he turned his eyes on me with a trustful look, as if he were confident that I had seen some small redeeming touch in him, even so long ago as when I was a little child.  As to all the rest, he was humble and contrite, and I never knew him complain.

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