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Great Expectations

of view, he was the wrong twin all the time, and only
externally like the Wemmick of Walworth.
We took our leave early, and left together. Even when
we were groping among Mr. Jaggers’s stock of boots for

our hats, I felt that the right twin was on his way back;
and we had not gone half a dozen yards down Gerrard-
street in the Walworth direction before I found that I was
walking arm-in-arm with the right twin, and that the
wrong twin had evaporated into the evening air.
‘Well!’ said Wemmick, ‘that’s over! He’s a wonderful
man, without his living likeness; but I feel that I have to
screw myself up when I dine with him - and I dine more
comfortably unscrewed.’
I felt that this was a good statement of the case, and
told him so.
‘Wouldn’t say it to anybody but yourself,’ he answered.
‘I know that what is said between you and me, goes no
further.’
I asked him if he had ever seen Miss Havisham’s
adopted daughter, Mrs. Bentley Drummle? He said no. To
avoid being too abrupt, I then spoke of the Aged, and of
Miss Skiffins. He looked rather sly when I mentioned Miss
Skiffins, and stopped in the street to blow his nose, with a

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