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"Good again!" cried Uncle Pumblechook "Well put! Prettily pointed! Good

indeed! Now Joseph, you know the case"

"No, Joseph," said etically drew the back of his hand across and across his nose,

"you do not yet--though you may not think it--know the case You may

consider that you do, but you do not, Joseph For you do not know that

Uncle Pu we can tell, this

boy's fortuneto Miss Havisham's, has offered

to take hiht in his own chaise-cart, and to keep

hiht, and to take hi And Lor-a- off her

bonnet in sudden desperation, "here I stand talking to , and the rimed with crock and dirt from the hair of his head to the

sole of his foot!"

With that, she pounced upon le on a lamb, and my face was

squeezed into wooden bowls in sinks, and my head was put under taps of

water-butts, and I was soaped, and kneaded, and towelled, and thumped,

and harrowed, and rasped, until I really was quite beside myself (I