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"Yes, Pip, dear boy, I've entleman on you! It's me wot has

done it! I swore that tio 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 entleman,--and, Pip, you're him!"

The abhorrence in which I held the nance hich 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 dropsain, a looking at