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Great Expectations

‘You did,’ said Wemmick. ‘How dare you? You’re not
in a fit state to come here, if you can’t come here without
spluttering like a bad pen. What do you mean by it?’
‘A man can’t help his feelings, Mr. Wemmick,’ pleaded

Mike.
‘His what?’ demanded Wemmick, quite savagely. ‘Say
that again!’
‘Now, look here my man,’ said Mr. Jaggers, advancing
a step, and pointing to the door. ‘Get out of this office. I’ll
have no feelings here. Get out.’
‘It serves you right,’ said Wemmick, ‘Get out.’
So the unfortunate Mike very humbly withdrew, and
Mr. Jaggers and Wemmick appeared to have re-established
their good understanding, and went to work again with an
air of refreshment upon them as if they had just had lunch.

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