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To sum up, sir," said Wemmick, "Mr. Jaggers was altogether too many for the jury, and they gave in." "Has she been in his service ever since?" "Yes; but not only that," said Wemmick, "she went into his service immediately after her acquittal, tamed as she is now. She has since been taught one thing and another in the way of her duties, but she was tamed from the beginning."
Those who read the first volume are familiar with the way in which the boys met and vanquished the savage hostility of Josh Owen and Dan Jaggers; they remember the desperate battle, in the ocean's depths, with the crazy boatswain's mate.
"We made the money up this morning, sir," said one of the men, submissively, while the other perused Mr. Jaggers's face. "I don't ask you when you made it up, or where, or whether you made it up at all. Has Wemmick got it?" "Yes, sir," said both the men together. "Very well; then you may go. Now, I won't have it!" said Mr Jaggers, waving his hand at them to put them behind him.
And you have seen her still more recently." "Yes?" said Mr. Jaggers. "Perhaps I know more of Estella's history than even you do," said I. "I know her father too." A certain stop that Mr. Jaggers came to in his manner he was too self-possessed to change his manner, but he could not help its being brought to an indefinably attentive stop assured me that he did not know who her father was.
All eyes were on the mare, and the great brown horse, in the far corner of the Paddock, was stripped, and his jockey astride, before half a dozen people were aware of his presence. By the time Jaggers and Ikey had observed him, he was on the move. The two J's, Monkey Brand and Joses, crossed toward him, but there was no getting near that tumultuous earth-shaker in brown.
"We'll take you with us." "Not to Dunhaven!" screamed the bully. "Even to Dunhaven," mocked Hal. "But they'll send me to jail," protested the scared wretch. "Well," insinuated Benson, "can you imagine any other place that would be as suitable for a fellow of your kind?" "You fellers promised me ye wouldn't take me to Dunhaven, if I stopped fighting," whined Jaggers.
I keep no money here; but if you would rather Mr. Jaggers knew nothing of the matter, I will send it to you." "Thank you, Miss Havisham; I have not the least objection to receiving it from him." She read me what she had written; and it was direct and clear, and evidently intended to absolve me from any suspicion of profiting by the receipt of the money.
"There is a certain tutor, of whom I have some knowledge, who I think might suit the purpose," said Mr. Jaggers. "I don't recommend him, observe; because I never recommend anybody. The gentleman I speak of is one Mr. Matthew Pocket." Ah! I caught at the name directly. Miss Havisham's relation. The Matthew whom Mr. and Mrs. Camilla had spoken of.
You had better try him in his own house. The way shall be prepared for you, and you can see his son first, who is in London. When will you come to London?" "First," said Mr. Jaggers, "you should have some new clothes to come in, and they should not be working-clothes. Say this day week. You'll want some money. Shall I leave you twenty guineas?"
And little Fo'-Pound he winks to 'isself and rolls 'ome at the top of his form just anyhow. 'Alf a length the judges gave it, and a punishin' finish the papers called it. Jaggers didn't see it, and Chukkers wasn't ridin'. So there was nobody to tell no tales; an' they're puttin' him in at ten stone." "And the mare's got twelve-seven," said the young man meditatively.
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