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It
was
on
my
lips
to
ask
him
what
he
was
tried
for
,
but
he
took
up
a
knife
,
gave
it
a
flourish
,
and
with
the
words
,
"
And
what
I
done
is
worked
out
and
paid
for
!
"
fell
to
at
his
breakfast
.
He
ate
in
a
ravenous
way
that
was
very
disagreeable
,
and
all
his
actions
were
uncouth
,
noisy
,
and
greedy
.
Some
of
his
teeth
had
failed
him
since
I
saw
him
eat
on
the
marshes
,
and
as
he
turned
his
food
in
his
mouth
,
and
turned
his
head
sideways
to
bring
his
strongest
fangs
to
bear
upon
it
,
he
looked
terribly
like
a
hungry
old
dog
.
If
I
had
begun
with
any
appetite
,
he
would
have
taken
it
away
,
and
I
should
have
sat
much
as
I
did
—
repelled
from
him
by
an
insurmountable
aversion
,
and
gloomily
looking
at
the
cloth
.
"
I
’
m
a
heavy
grubber
,
dear
boy
,
"
he
said
,
as
a
polite
kind
of
apology
when
he
made
an
end
of
his
meal
,
"
but
I
always
was
.
If
it
had
been
in
my
constitution
to
be
a
lighter
grubber
,
I
might
ha
’
got
into
lighter
trouble
.
Similarly
,
I
must
have
my
smoke
.
When
I
was
first
hired
out
as
shepherd
t
’
other
side
the
world
,
it
’
s
my
belief
I
should
ha
’
turned
into
a
molloncolly
-
mad
sheep
myself
,
if
I
hadn
’
t
a
had
my
smoke
.
"
As
he
said
so
,
he
got
up
from
table
,
and
putting
his
hand
into
the
breast
of
the
pea
-
coat
he
wore
,
brought
out
a
short
black
pipe
,
and
a
handful
of
loose
tobacco
of
the
kind
that
is
called
Negro
-
head
.
Having
filled
his
pipe
,
he
put
the
surplus
tobacco
back
again
,
as
if
his
pocket
were
a
drawer
.
Then
,
he
took
a
live
coal
from
the
fire
with
the
tongs
,
and
lighted
his
pipe
at
it
,
and
then
turned
round
on
the
hearth
-
rug
with
his
back
to
the
fire
,
and
went
through
his
favorite
action
of
holding
out
both
his
hands
for
mine
.
"
And
this
,
"
said
he
,
dandling
my
hands
up
and
down
in
his
,
as
he
puffed
at
his
pipe
—
"
and
this
is
the
gentleman
what
I
made
!
The
real
genuine
One
!
It
does
me
good
fur
to
look
at
you
,
Pip
.
All
I
stip
’
late
,
is
,
to
stand
by
and
look
at
you
,
dear
boy
!
"
I
released
my
hands
as
soon
as
I
could
,
and
found
that
I
was
beginning
slowly
to
settle
down
to
the
contemplation
of
my
condition
.
What
I
was
chained
to
,
and
how
heavily
,
became
intelligible
to
me
,
as
I
heard
his
hoarse
voice
,
and
sat
looking
up
at
his
furrowed
bald
head
with
its
iron
gray
hair
at
the
sides
.
"
I
mustn
’
t
see
my
gentleman
a
footing
it
in
the
mire
of
the
streets
;
there
mustn
’
t
be
no
mud
on
his
boots
.
My
gentleman
must
have
horses
,
Pip
!
Horses
to
ride
,
and
horses
to
drive
,
and
horses
for
his
servant
to
ride
and
drive
as
well
.
Shall
colonists
have
their
horses
(
and
blood
’
uns
,
if
you
please
,
good
Lord
!
)
and
not
my
London
gentleman
?
No
,
no
.
We
’
ll
show
’
em
another
pair
of
shoes
than
that
,
Pip
;
won
’
t
us
?
"
He
took
out
of
his
pocket
a
great
thick
pocket
-
book
,
bursting
with
papers
,
and
tossed
it
on
the
table
.
