Great Expectations by Charles Dickens Chapter 40 Page 39

forward, with his little clasped black book, and then addressing himself to Herbert.

“Take it in your right hand. Lord strike you dead on the spot, if ever you split in any way sumever! Kiss it!”

“Do so, as he wishes it,” I said to Herbert. So, Herbert, looking at me with a friendly uneasiness and amazement, complied, and Provis immediately shaking hands with him, said, “Now you're on your oath, you know. And never believe me on mine, if Pip shan't make a gentleman on you!”