Great Expectations by Charles Dickens Chapter 53 Page 11

said he, repeating my words to Biddy in the last interview I had with her. “Now, I'll tell you a piece of information. It was never so well worth your while to get me out of this country as it is to-night. Ah! If it was all your money twenty times told, to the last brass farden!” As he shook his heavy hand at me, with his mouth snarling like a tiger's, I felt that it was true.

“What are you going to do to me?”

“I'm a going,” said he, bringing his fist down upon the table with a heavy blow, and rising as the blow fell to give it greater force, — “I'm a going to have your life!”

He leaned forward staring at me, slowly unclenched his hand and drew it across his mouth as if his mouth watered for me, and sat down again.