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As
I
was
loitering
along
the
High
Street
,
looking
in
disconsolately
at
the
shop
windows
,
and
thinking
what
I
would
buy
if
I
were
a
gentleman
,
who
should
come
out
of
the
bookshop
but
Mr
.
Wopsle
.
Mr
.
Wopsle
had
in
his
hand
the
affecting
tragedy
of
George
Barnwell
,
in
which
he
had
that
moment
invested
sixpence
,
with
the
view
of
heaping
every
word
of
it
on
the
head
of
Pumblechook
,
with
whom
he
was
going
to
drink
tea
.
No
sooner
did
he
see
me
,
than
he
appeared
to
consider
that
a
special
Providence
had
put
a
’
prentice
in
his
way
to
be
read
at
;
and
he
laid
hold
of
me
,
and
insisted
on
my
accompanying
him
to
the
Pumblechookian
parlor
.
As
I
knew
it
would
be
miserable
at
home
,
and
as
the
nights
were
dark
and
the
way
was
dreary
,
and
almost
any
companionship
on
the
road
was
better
than
none
,
I
made
no
great
resistance
;
consequently
,
we
turned
into
Pumblechook
’
s
just
as
the
street
and
the
shops
were
lighting
up
.
As
I
never
assisted
at
any
other
representation
of
George
Barnwell
,
I
don
’
t
know
how
long
it
may
usually
take
;
but
I
know
very
well
that
it
took
until
half
-
past
nine
o
’
clock
that
night
,
and
that
when
Mr
.
Wopsle
got
into
Newgate
,
I
thought
he
never
would
go
to
the
scaffold
,
he
became
so
much
slower
than
at
any
former
period
of
his
disgraceful
career
.
I
thought
it
a
little
too
much
that
he
should
complain
of
being
cut
short
in
his
flower
after
all
,
as
if
he
had
not
been
running
to
seed
,
leaf
after
leaf
,
ever
since
his
course
began
.
This
,
however
,
was
a
mere
question
of
length
and
wearisomeness
.
What
stung
me
,
was
the
identification
of
the
whole
affair
with
my
unoffending
self
.
When
Barnwell
began
to
go
wrong
,
I
declare
that
I
felt
positively
apologetic
,
Pumblechook
’
s
indignant
stare
so
taxed
me
with
it
.
Wopsle
,
too
,
took
pains
to
present
me
in
the
worst
light
.
At
once
ferocious
and
maudlin
,
I
was
made
to
murder
my
uncle
with
no
extenuating
circumstances
whatever
;
Millwood
put
me
down
in
argument
,
on
every
occasion
;
it
became
sheer
monomania
in
my
master
’
s
daughter
to
care
a
button
for
me
;
and
all
I
can
say
for
my
gasping
and
procrastinating
conduct
on
the
fatal
morning
,
is
,
that
it
was
worthy
of
the
general
feebleness
of
my
character
.
Even
after
I
was
happily
hanged
and
Wopsle
had
closed
the
book
,
Pumblechook
sat
staring
at
me
,
and
shaking
his
head
,
and
saying
,
"
Take
warning
,
boy
,
take
warning
!
"
as
if
it
were
a
well
-
known
fact
that
I
contemplated
murdering
a
near
relation
,
provided
I
could
only
induce
one
to
have
the
weakness
to
become
my
benefactor
.
It
was
a
very
dark
night
when
it
was
all
over
,
and
when
I
set
out
with
Mr
.
Wopsle
on
the
walk
home
.
Beyond
town
,
we
found
a
heavy
mist
out
,
and
it
fell
wet
and
thick
.
The
turnpike
lamp
was
a
blur
,
quite
out
of
the
lamp
’
s
usual
place
apparently
,
and
its
rays
looked
solid
substance
on
the
fog
.
We
were
noticing
this
,
and
saying
how
that
the
mist
rose
with
a
change
of
wind
from
a
certain
quarter
of
our
marshes
,
when
we
came
upon
a
man
,
slouching
under
the
lee
of
the
turnpike
house
.
"
Halloa
!
"
we
said
,
stopping
.
"
Orlick
there
?
"
"
Ah
!
"
he
answered
,
slouching
out
.
"
I
was
standing
by
a
minute
,
on
the
chance
of
company
.
"
"
You
are
late
,
"
I
remarked
.
Orlick
not
unnaturally
answered
,
"
Well
?
And
you
’
re
late
.
"
"
We
have
been
,
"
said
Mr
.
Wopsle
,
exalted
with
his
late
performance
—
"
we
have
been
indulging
,
Mr
.
Orlick
,
in
an
intellectual
evening
.
"
