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"
Might
a
mere
warmint
ask
whose
property
?
"
said
he
.
I
faltered
again
,
"
I
don
’
t
know
.
"
"
Could
I
make
a
guess
,
I
wonder
,
"
said
the
Convict
,
"
at
your
income
since
you
come
of
age
!
As
to
the
first
figure
now
.
Five
?
"
With
my
heart
beating
like
a
heavy
hammer
of
disordered
action
,
I
rose
out
of
my
chair
,
and
stood
with
my
hand
upon
the
back
of
it
,
looking
wildly
at
him
.
"
Concerning
a
guardian
,
"
he
went
on
.
"
There
ought
to
have
been
some
guardian
,
or
such
-
like
,
whiles
you
was
a
minor
.
Some
lawyer
,
maybe
.
As
to
the
first
letter
of
that
lawyer
’
s
name
now
.
Would
it
be
J
?
"
All
the
truth
of
my
position
came
flashing
on
me
;
and
its
disappointments
,
dangers
,
disgraces
,
consequences
of
all
kinds
,
rushed
in
in
such
a
multitude
that
I
was
borne
down
by
them
and
had
to
struggle
for
every
breath
I
drew
.
"
Put
it
,
"
he
resumed
,
"
as
the
employer
of
that
lawyer
whose
name
begun
with
a
J
,
and
might
be
Jaggers
—
put
it
as
he
had
come
over
sea
to
Portsmouth
,
and
had
landed
there
,
and
had
wanted
to
come
on
to
you
.
‘
However
,
you
have
found
me
out
,
’
you
says
just
now
.
Well
!
However
,
did
I
find
you
out
?
Why
,
I
wrote
from
Portsmouth
to
a
person
in
London
,
for
particulars
of
your
address
.
That
person
’
s
name
?
Why
,
Wemmick
.
"
I
could
not
have
spoken
one
word
,
though
it
had
been
to
save
my
life
.
I
stood
,
with
a
hand
on
the
chair
-
back
and
a
hand
on
my
breast
,
where
I
seemed
to
be
suffocating
—
I
stood
so
,
looking
wildly
at
him
,
until
I
grasped
at
the
chair
,
when
the
room
began
to
surge
and
turn
.
He
caught
me
,
drew
me
to
the
sofa
,
put
me
up
against
the
cushions
,
and
bent
on
one
knee
before
me
,
bringing
the
face
that
I
now
well
remembered
,
and
that
I
shuddered
at
,
very
near
to
mine
.
"
Yes
,
Pip
,
dear
boy
,
I
’
ve
made
a
gentleman
on
you
!
It
’
s
me
wot
has
done
it
!
I
swore
that
time
,
sure
as
ever
I
earned
a
guinea
,
that
guinea
should
go
to
you
.
I
swore
arterwards
,
sure
as
ever
I
spec
’
lated
and
got
rich
,
you
should
get
rich
.
I
lived
rough
,
that
you
should
live
smooth
;
I
worked
hard
,
that
you
should
be
above
work
.
What
odds
,
dear
boy
?
Do
I
tell
it
,
fur
you
to
feel
a
obligation
?
Not
a
bit
.
I
tell
it
,
fur
you
to
know
as
that
there
hunted
dunghill
dog
wot
you
kep
life
in
,
got
his
head
so
high
that
he
could
make
a
gentleman
—
and
,
Pip
,
you
’
re
him
!
"
