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.