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The
abhorrence
in
which
I
held
the
man
,
the
dread
I
had
of
him
,
the
repugnance
with
which
I
shrank
from
him
,
could
not
have
been
exceeded
if
he
had
been
some
terrible
beast
.
"
Look
’
ee
here
,
Pip
.
I
’
m
your
second
father
.
You
’
re
my
son
—
more
to
me
nor
any
son
.
I
’
ve
put
away
money
,
only
for
you
to
spend
.
When
I
was
a
hired
-
out
shepherd
in
a
solitary
hut
,
not
seeing
no
faces
but
faces
of
sheep
till
I
half
forgot
wot
men
’
s
and
women
’
s
faces
wos
like
,
I
see
yourn
.
I
drops
my
knife
many
a
time
in
that
hut
when
I
was
a
-
eating
my
dinner
or
my
supper
,
and
I
says
,
‘
Here
’
s
the
boy
again
,
a
looking
at
me
whiles
I
eats
and
drinks
!
’
I
see
you
there
a
many
times
,
as
plain
as
ever
I
see
you
on
them
misty
marshes
.
‘
Lord
strike
me
dead
!
’
I
says
each
time
—
and
I
goes
out
in
the
air
to
say
it
under
the
open
heavens
—
‘
but
wot
,
if
I
gets
liberty
and
money
,
I
’
ll
make
that
boy
a
gentleman
!
’
And
I
done
it
.
Why
,
look
at
you
,
dear
boy
!
Look
at
these
here
lodgings
o
’
yourn
,
fit
for
a
lord
!
A
lord
?
Ah
!
You
shall
show
money
with
lords
for
wagers
,
and
beat
’
em
!
"
In
his
heat
and
triumph
,
and
in
his
knowledge
that
I
had
been
nearly
fainting
,
he
did
not
remark
on
my
reception
of
all
this
.
It
was
the
one
grain
of
relief
I
had
.
"
Look
’
ee
here
!
"
he
went
on
,
taking
my
watch
out
of
my
pocket
,
and
turning
towards
him
a
ring
on
my
finger
,
while
I
recoiled
from
his
touch
as
if
he
had
been
a
snake
,
"
a
gold
’
un
and
a
beauty
:
that
’
s
a
gentleman
’
s
,
I
hope
!
A
diamond
all
set
round
with
rubies
;
that
’
s
a
gentleman
’
s
,
I
hope
!
Look
at
your
linen
;
fine
and
beautiful
!
Look
at
your
clothes
;
better
ain
’
t
to
be
got
!
And
your
books
too
,
"
turning
his
eyes
round
the
room
,
"
mounting
up
,
on
their
shelves
,
by
hundreds
!
And
you
read
’
em
;
don
’
t
you
?
I
see
you
’
d
been
a
reading
of
’
em
when
I
come
in
.
Ha
,
ha
,
ha
!
You
shall
read
’
em
to
me
,
dear
boy
!
And
if
they
’
re
in
foreign
languages
wot
I
don
’
t
understand
,
I
shall
be
just
as
proud
as
if
I
did
.
"
Again
he
took
both
my
hands
and
put
them
to
his
lips
,
while
my
blood
ran
cold
within
me
.
"
Don
’
t
you
mind
talking
,
Pip
,
"
said
he
,
after
again
drawing
his
sleeve
over
his
eyes
and
forehead
,
as
the
click
came
in
his
throat
which
I
well
remembered
—
and
he
was
all
the
more
horrible
to
me
that
he
was
so
much
in
earnest
;
"
you
can
’
t
do
better
nor
keep
quiet
,
dear
boy
.
You
ain
’
t
looked
slowly
forward
to
this
as
I
have
;
you
wosn
’
t
prepared
for
this
as
I
wos
.
But
didn
’
t
you
never
think
it
might
be
me
?
"
"
O
no
,
no
,
no
,
"
I
returned
,
"
Never
,
never
!
"
"
Well
,
you
see
it
wos
me
,
and
single
-
handed
.
Never
a
soul
in
it
but
my
own
self
and
Mr
.
Jaggers
.
"
"
Was
there
no
one
else
?
"
I
asked
.
"
No
,
"
said
he
,
with
a
glance
of
surprise
:
"
who
else
should
there
be
?
And
,
dear
boy
,
how
good
looking
you
have
growed
!
There
’
s
bright
eyes
somewheres
—
eh
?
Isn
’
t
there
bright
eyes
somewheres
,
wot
you
love
the
thoughts
on
?
"
