"Great Expectations"
by Charles Dickens

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     "Yes!" said I. And although my sister instantly boxed my ears, it was highly gratifying to me to see that the answer spoilt his joke, and brought him to a dead stop.

     "Boy! What like is Miss Havisham?" Mr. Pumblechook began again when he had recovered; folding his arms tight on his chest and applying the screw.

     "Very tall and dark," I told him.

     "Is she, uncle?" asked my sister.

     Mr. Pumblechook winked assent; from which I at once inferred that he had never seen Miss Havisham, for she was nothing of the kind.

 

     "Good!" said Mr. Pumblechook conceitedly. ("This is the way to have him! We are beginning to hold our own, I think, Mum?")

     "I am sure, uncle," returned Mrs. Joe, "I wish you had him always; you know so well how to deal with him."

     "Now, boy! What was she a doing of, when you went in today?" asked Mr. Pumblechook.

     "She was sitting," I answered, "in a black velvet coach."

 
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