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For
the
tenderness
of
Joe
was
so
beautifully
proportioned
to
my
need
,
that
I
was
like
a
child
in
his
hands
.
He
would
sit
and
talk
to
me
in
the
old
confidence
,
and
with
the
old
simplicity
,
and
in
the
old
unassertive
protecting
way
,
so
that
I
would
half
believe
that
all
my
life
since
the
days
of
the
old
kitchen
was
one
of
the
mental
troubles
of
the
fever
that
was
gone
.
He
did
everything
for
me
except
the
household
work
,
for
which
he
had
engaged
a
very
decent
woman
,
after
paying
off
the
laundress
on
his
first
arrival
.
"
Which
I
do
assure
you
,
Pip
,
"
he
would
often
say
,
in
explanation
of
that
liberty
;
"
I
found
her
a
tapping
the
spare
bed
,
like
a
cask
of
beer
,
and
drawing
off
the
feathers
in
a
bucket
,
for
sale
.
Which
she
would
have
tapped
yourn
next
,
and
draw
’
d
it
off
with
you
a
laying
on
it
,
and
was
then
a
carrying
away
the
coals
gradiwally
in
the
soup
-
tureen
and
wegetable
-
dishes
,
and
the
wine
and
spirits
in
your
Wellington
boots
.
"
We
looked
forward
to
the
day
when
I
should
go
out
for
a
ride
,
as
we
had
once
looked
forward
to
the
day
of
my
apprenticeship
.
And
when
the
day
came
,
and
an
open
carriage
was
got
into
the
Lane
,
Joe
wrapped
me
up
,
took
me
in
his
arms
,
carried
me
down
to
it
,
and
put
me
in
,
as
if
I
were
still
the
small
helpless
creature
to
whom
he
had
so
abundantly
given
of
the
wealth
of
his
great
nature
.
And
Joe
got
in
beside
me
,
and
we
drove
away
together
into
the
country
,
where
the
rich
summer
growth
was
already
on
the
trees
and
on
the
grass
,
and
sweet
summer
scents
filled
all
the
air
.
The
day
happened
to
be
Sunday
,
and
when
I
looked
on
the
loveliness
around
me
,
and
thought
how
it
had
grown
and
changed
,
and
how
the
little
wild
-
flowers
had
been
forming
,
and
the
voices
of
the
birds
had
been
strengthening
,
by
day
and
by
night
,
under
the
sun
and
under
the
stars
,
while
poor
I
lay
burning
and
tossing
on
my
bed
,
the
mere
remembrance
of
having
burned
and
tossed
there
came
like
a
check
upon
my
peace
.
But
when
I
heard
the
Sunday
bells
,
and
looked
around
a
little
more
upon
the
outspread
beauty
,
I
felt
that
I
was
not
nearly
thankful
enough
—
that
I
was
too
weak
yet
to
be
even
that
—
and
I
laid
my
head
on
Joe
’
s
shoulder
,
as
I
had
laid
it
long
ago
when
he
had
taken
me
to
the
Fair
or
where
not
,
and
it
was
too
much
for
my
young
senses
.
More
composure
came
to
me
after
a
while
,
and
we
talked
as
we
used
to
talk
,
lying
on
the
grass
at
the
old
Battery
.
There
was
no
change
whatever
in
Joe
.
Exactly
what
he
had
been
in
my
eyes
then
,
he
was
in
my
eyes
still
;
just
as
simply
faithful
,
and
as
simply
right
.
When
we
got
back
again
,
and
he
lifted
me
out
,
and
carried
me
—
so
easily
!
—
across
the
court
and
up
the
stairs
,
I
thought
of
that
eventful
Christmas
Day
when
he
had
carried
me
over
the
marshes
.
We
had
not
yet
made
any
allusion
to
my
change
of
fortune
,
nor
did
I
know
how
much
of
my
late
history
he
was
acquainted
with
.
I
was
so
doubtful
of
myself
now
,
and
put
so
much
trust
in
him
,
that
I
could
not
satisfy
myself
whether
I
ought
to
refer
to
it
when
he
did
not
.
"
Have
you
heard
,
Joe
,
"
I
asked
him
that
evening
,
upon
further
consideration
,
as
he
smoked
his
pipe
at
the
window
,
"
who
my
patron
was
?
"
"
I
heerd
,
"
returned
Joe
,
"
as
it
were
not
Miss
Havisham
,
old
chap
.
"
"
Did
you
hear
who
it
was
,
Joe
?
"
"
Well
!
I
heerd
as
it
were
a
person
what
sent
the
person
what
giv
’
you
the
bank
-
notes
at
the
Jolly
Bargemen
,
Pip
.
"
