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"It's terrible, Joe; ain't it?"

"Terrible?" cried Joe "Awful! What possessed you?"

"I don't knohat possessed o, and sitting down in the ashes at his feet, hanging ht me to call Knaves at cards Jacks; and I

wish my boots weren't so thick nor my hands so coarse"

And then I told Joe that I felt very miserable, and that I hadn't been

able to explain myself to Mrs Joe and Pumblechook, ere so rude to

lady at Miss Havisham's

as dreadfully proud, and that she had said I was common, and that I

kneas common, and that I wished I was not coh I didn't kno

This was a case of metaphysics, at least as difficult for Joe to deal

with as for ion of

metaphysics, and by thatyou may be sure of, Pip," said Joe, after some

rumination, "naht to come, and they come from the father of lies, and work round to

the same Don't you tell noco common, I don't s You're oncommon