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"
Now
,
I
’
ll
tell
you
a
piece
of
information
.
It
was
never
so
well
worth
your
while
to
get
me
out
of
this
country
as
it
is
to
-
night
.
Ah
!
If
it
was
all
your
money
twenty
times
told
,
to
the
last
brass
farden
!
"
As
he
shook
his
heavy
hand
at
me
,
with
his
mouth
snarling
like
a
tiger
’
s
,
I
felt
that
it
was
true
.
"
What
are
you
going
to
do
to
me
?
"
"
I
’
m
a
going
,
"
said
he
,
bringing
his
fist
down
upon
the
table
with
a
heavy
blow
,
and
rising
as
the
blow
fell
to
give
it
greater
force
—
"
I
’
m
a
going
to
have
your
life
!
"
He
leaned
forward
staring
at
me
,
slowly
unclenched
his
hand
and
drew
it
across
his
mouth
as
if
his
mouth
watered
for
me
,
and
sat
down
again
.
"
You
was
always
in
Old
Orlick
’
s
way
since
ever
you
was
a
child
.
You
goes
out
of
his
way
this
present
night
.
He
’
ll
have
no
more
on
you
.
You
’
re
dead
.
"
I
felt
that
I
had
come
to
the
brink
of
my
grave
.
For
a
moment
I
looked
wildly
round
my
trap
for
any
chance
of
escape
;
but
there
was
none
.
"
More
than
that
,
"
said
he
,
folding
his
arms
on
the
table
again
,
"
I
won
’
t
have
a
rag
of
you
,
I
won
’
t
have
a
bone
of
you
,
left
on
earth
.
I
’
ll
put
your
body
in
the
kiln
—
I
’
d
carry
two
such
to
it
,
on
my
Shoulders
—
and
,
let
people
suppose
what
they
may
of
you
,
they
shall
never
know
nothing
.
"
My
mind
,
with
inconceivable
rapidity
followed
out
all
the
consequences
of
such
a
death
.
Estella
’
s
father
would
believe
I
had
deserted
him
,
would
be
taken
,
would
die
accusing
me
;
even
Herbert
would
doubt
me
,
when
he
compared
the
letter
I
had
left
for
him
with
the
fact
that
I
had
called
at
Miss
Havisham
’
s
gate
for
only
a
moment
;
Joe
and
Biddy
would
never
know
how
sorry
I
had
been
that
night
,
none
would
ever
know
what
I
had
suffered
,
how
true
I
had
meant
to
be
,
what
an
agony
I
had
passed
through
.
The
death
close
before
me
was
terrible
,
but
far
more
terrible
than
death
was
the
dread
of
being
misremembered
after
death
.
And
so
quick
were
my
thoughts
,
that
I
saw
myself
despised
by
unborn
generations
—
Estella
’
s
children
,
and
their
children
—
while
the
wretch
’
s
words
were
yet
on
his
lips
.
"
Now
,
wolf
,
"
said
he
,
"
afore
I
kill
you
like
any
other
beast
—
which
is
wot
I
mean
to
do
and
wot
I
have
tied
you
up
for
—
I
’
ll
have
a
good
look
at
you
and
a
good
goad
at
you
.
O
you
enemy
!
"
