"'Well, aged parent,' said Wemmick, shaking hands with him in a cordial and jocose way, 'how are you?'
'All right, John; all right!' replied the old man.
'Here's Mr. Pip, aged parent,' said Wemmick, 'and I wish you could hear his name. Nod away at him, Mr. Pip; that's what he likes. Nod away at him, if you please, like winking!'
'This is a fine place of my son's, sir,' cried the old man, while I nodded as hard as I possible could. 'This is a pretty pleasure-ground, sir. This spot and these beautiful works upon it ought to be kept together by the Nation, after my son's time, for the people's enjoyment.'
'You're as proud of it as Punch; ain't you, Aged?' said Wemmick, contemplating the old man, with his hard face really softened;
'there's a nod for you;' giving him a tremendous one; 'there's another for you,' giving him a still more tremendous one; 'you like that, don't you? If you're not tired, Mr. Pip -- though I know it's tiring to strangers -- will you tip him one more? You can't think how it pleases him.'
I tipped him several more, and he was in great spirits."
--Great Expectations by Charles Dickens, published 1861
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