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Great Expectations

As we came out of the prison through the lodge, I
found that the great importance of my guardian was
appreciated by the turnkeys, no less than by those whom
they held in charge. ‘Well, Mr. Wemmick,’ said the

turnkey, who kept us between the two studded and spiked
lodge gates, and who carefully locked one before he
unlocked the other, ‘what’s Mr. Jaggers going to do with
that waterside murder? Is he going to make it
manslaughter, or what’s he going to make of it?’
‘Why don’t you ask him?’ returned Wemmick.
‘Oh yes, I dare say!’ said the turnkey.
‘Now, that’s the way with them here. Mr. Pip,’
remarked Wemmick, turning to me with his post-office
elongated. ‘They don’t mind what they ask of me, the
subordinate; but you’ll never catch ‘em asking any
questions of my principal.’
‘Is this young gentleman one of the ‘prentices or
articled ones of your office?’ asked the turnkey, with a grin
at Mr. Wemmick’s humour.
‘There he goes again, you see!’ cried Wemmick, ‘I told
you so! Asks another question of the subordinate before
his first is dry! Well, supposing Mr. Pip is one of them?’
‘Why then,’ said the turnkey, grinning again, ‘he
knows what Mr. Jaggers is.’

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