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s I can do, caring

nothing for

hiot him aboard

without the soldiers

"Of course he'd ood He had escaped when he was made half wild by ht I was put in irons, brought

to trial again, and sent for life I didn't stop for life, dear boy and

Pip's coain, as he had done before, and then slowly took

his tangle of tobacco from his pocket, and plucked his pipe froan to smoke

"Is he dead?" I asked, after a silence

"Is who dead, dear boy?"

"Compeyson"

"He hopes I am, if he's alive, you may be sure," with a fierce look "I

never heerd no more of him"